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“Did you finish all your work?” He regarded my outfit again with a small smirk.
“Yes, Daddy.” I responded quickly, not breaking eye contact.
My eyes lit up with delight when he moved towards me.
“But you were late.”
He stared into my eyes until I broke and looked down at my shoes.
“Turn around and bend over your desk.”
Was he going to pound me right here? My inner thighs were wet again, and this time the liquid slid down past my skirt. Daddy noticed and slipped his hand up my skirt.
“I said turn around, Victoria. Now.”
My eyes rolled back and I moaned while his fingers danced underneath my thong. With great effort, I turned and bent over the edge of my desk with my palms flat against the wood. Daddy ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs again and came up to my ass where he flipped my skirt up and pulled down my thong. The cloth stuck to my vulva that was now a sopping wet mess.
“You're filthy,” He said while gently patting my bottom. “And you need to be punished.”
I hissed while he ran his fingers along my inner thighs again, aching for him to penetrate me instead of punishing me.
“And you'll have to be very quiet while I punish you. Do you understand?”
He smacked my bottom. The action surprised me and I squeaked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I managed to mutter.
I wiggled beneath his touch and smiled. Admittedly, I'd never really liked pain, but this sort of interaction was erotic. As his smacks grew harder, it became increasingly difficult to stifle my moans and groans. Eventually, Daddy pulled my thong off completely and shoved them into my mouth to silence me. He pressed his hand over my lips, causing my breathing to labor. Each new spank stung more than the previous and I could feel my skin beginning to redden and raise when his hand left my bottom.
I really hoped our suite mates couldn't hear this.
As he landed another blow, I whimpered into the cloth occupying my mouth and started crying. My pelvis was aching, my breasts were hurting from being pressed against hard wood, and my neck was starting to cramp from being slammed in the same position. I tried to pull from his grip to bend my neck forward, but he was relentless.
“Take it, Victoria. Make Daddy proud.” Smack. “Daddy will reward you if you're good.” Smack. “Now, stay still.”
He slapped my bottom one more time and I squealed into his hand, hot tears streaming down my face. Though I'd made a little noise, I'd kept my hands pressed against the desk and didn't try to fight him off. I was being good, as far as I could tell. Daddy must have shared the same sentiment because he pulled my thong from my mouth and lifted me up into his arms to carry me towards the bed. He laid me out and lifted my skirt with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other. I spread my legs dutifully and waited. As he pumped his cock a few times, he massaged the back of my neck which made me groan with relief. His fingers slid over my cheek and slipped into my mouth as he pushed his enormous member between my wet lips, his girth surprising and pleasant all at the same time.
I bayed rather loudly, the sound muffled by his fingers which he shoved deeper to keep anyone from knowing what we were doing. Once I became accustomed to his size, he removed his fingers and planted his hands against my hips as he slid in and out of me slowly. I was absolutely elated. I was so inexperienced, but this would likely be the most amazing sex of my life. I was sure my lack of movement was displeasing, but Daddy's excited grunting made me reconsider.
“Am I being good?” I asked weakly, inhaling sharply with each thrust.
“Oh, yes, baby girl. You are being so good for Daddy.” He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. “You're such a good girl.”
His thrusting rhythm picked up and he started pounding a little harder, causing me to cover my mouth every time I wanted to cry out. I could feel myself tighten as he pumped and I grabbed a nearby pillow. Daddy stopped me and firmly grabbed my face.
“I want to see your face when you cum for Daddy.”
The words elicited another moan, his other hand reaching down to massage my clit as he continued to pump his cock into my tight little hole. I arched my back and attempted to get loose of his grip, but he held me in place and grinned. He moved his grip to my throat where he intermittently applied pressure as he rubbed my clit harder.
“Oh my god--”
“Bust.”
“Oh… Oh...”
“Bust, Victoria. Let it go.”
“Ahh…!”
