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CHAPTER8
Mason
I glanced at the clock. Cami and I always had dinner together at 6:30. She was already ten minutes late. I sat back and sipped my coffee, deciding I’d give her five more minutes before I walked upstairs and took her back over my knee with the wooden spoon in hand. I imagined what that would feel like, her little body writhing over my lap as I spanked her until she was very sore and sorry for testing me. Just thinking about it made my cock as hard as an iron spike.
But that was nothing compared to the moment when she’d called me Daddy by accident. That made me harder than I’d ever been in my entire life.
There was something about teaching this very special and very naughty girl a lesson that was making me lose my mind. She was forbidden temptation and here I was thinking about doing terrible things to her, like bending her over this table for the hardest fucking of her life.
I watched that clock carefully, waiting for the minute hand to crawl forward just enough so that I could go upstairs and deal with her as I saw fit.
Exactly four minutes later, I heard the stairs creak as she practically ran down them. She hurried into the room, and I was pleased to see that she was wearing the dress I’d picked out for her. It set off the color of her eyes beautifully. I’d thought it would and I was happy to see that I’d been right.
“Sorry I’m late! I fell asleep and didn’t set an alarm,” she professed. There was a very guilty look on her face, and I took another sip of coffee before clearing my throat, very much enjoying the way her guilt blossomed into nervous arousal with every single thing she did. She dropped her eyes to the floor, bowed her shoulders, and chewed on her bottom lip. She played with her hair and then dropped her hands, fidgeting with them in front of her torso as if she couldn’t think of where to put them.
She was goading me. I could feel it. I bet she was imagining getting another spanking right here at the dinner table. I bet her pretty little pussy was wet just thinking about it. I took my time and sipped my coffee, watching her squirm as she waited for what I would do next.
“Come here, Cami,” I finally answered, and she made an anxious sound. I held out my hand and she reached for it. When her small fingers curled around mine, I gently pulled her toward me. As soon as she was close enough, I jerked her straight over my lap. She cried out with surprise. I placed my hand at the small of her back and she stilled.
“You were spanked for being late this morning, naughty girl, weren’t you?” I asked and she shivered hard. I traced my fingers along the curve of her bottom.
“Yes,” she whined.
I lifted her dress very slowly, revealing her at the pace that I wanted. She was wearing the panties I’d chosen for her too and they framed her bottom cheeks perfectly.
“This is a second offense, little girl,” I added, and she shivered on top of my knees. Her thighs spread open just a little bit, inviting me to touch her. I would, but not quite yet. I continued, sliding my fingers along her inner thighs teasingly. Her hips jerked a little bit and there was little doubt in my mind that she was very, very turned on.
“What needs to happen to little girls who are late, not once, but twice?” I asked her.
“A spanking,” she murmured. Her voice hitched when my fingers touched the fabric that covered her pussy.
I cupped her bottom with my hand. She lifted her hips, anticipating my punishing hand, but I wasn’t going to turn her bottom bright red quite yet.
“Stand up, little girl,” I instructed and even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew without a doubt that she was pouting over not getting her pretty little bottom spanked right now. I helped her climb up and she stood in front of me, and I took her hands.
“I want you to know something, Cami-girl,” I began, and her curious eyes met mine. She was worrying her bottom lip again and I sucked in a heated breath as I imagined a much better use for that pretty mouth.
“You will be getting another spanking tonight. I want you to think about the moment when I pull those pretty panties down and bare your bottom for the punishment you will be about to get. I want you to think about what else I’m going to see when I do that,” I explained, and she shuffled from foot to foot.
“Now, Cami-girl, slip your fingers inside those very pretty panties and tell me what you find,” I guided her. She blushed bright red.
“I’ve yet to decide if I’m going to use my hand or something else to punish you, little girl. If you disobey me, I may bring the wooden spoon with me instead,” I warned, and she blushed even harder, but she still didn’t obey me.
“Not the wooden spoon,” she whined. Even as she said it though, I could see her curiosity about it. One day she might learn what it felt like, but that would be a hard punishment for her indeed. The first time she earned it, I would make sure that her bare little bottom was bright red and her pretty cheeks were lined with tears, all before she got down on her knees and sucked my cock.
Fuck.
This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Then do as I asked, naughty girl,” I coaxed her. Her cheeks were painted scarlet as she lifted her dress and slipped her fingers in her panties.
“What did you find?” I pressed.
Her face turned even redder. “I can’t say it,” she whined.
“Do I need to go to the kitchen?” I threatened. My voice was much firmer this time.
“No. Please don’t,” she whispered.
