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“Strip.”
I stared back at his firm gaze, trying to deduce if I was in trouble or not. I couldn’t tell from the look on his face and that made me nervous. He waited expectantly and I knew him well enough by now that if I didn’t obey, I would end up getting a much harder spanking in the end on top of what I’d already earned.
I whimpered softly as my core spiraled with heat.
He watched in silence as I lifted my shirt over my head. I blushed as I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra to reveal my already hard nipples. With trepidation, I slipped my yoga pants down my hips and clumsily stepped out of them. I glanced up at him nervously when I got to my panties, but his stern look made me forgo gracefulness as I shucked them down my thighs too. When I was entirely naked, I stood there and folded my hands together in front of me nervously.
“Daddy?” I asked anxiously.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he opened a drawer in his desk and reached in for something. By the look on his face, I expected him to pull out something to punish me with, but when he stood up with a gift box in his hands, I looked at him quizzically. My bottom clenched and I couldn’t help but reach back, still anxious that I was in for the spanking of my life. My clit pulsed traitorously, and I worried my bottom lip. He rounded the desk and leaned against it. I had to lift my chin and look up at him because he towered over me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said quickly, and he raised an eyebrow.
“For what, Cami-girl?” he asked.
“I’m not sure,” I whispered. My inner thighs were already slick with my arousal. He didn’t even have to threaten me with a spanking anymore. Just his presence was enough to get me wet and excited and right now, he was giving me all the signs that he was about to dominate me in a way that would leave me very needy, sore, and sorry by the time he was done with me.
“Have you done something naughty?” he pressed.
“I don’t think I have,” I answered honestly.
“I don’t think so either, little girl,” he replied calmly.
“I don’t understand,” I murmured.
He put down the box and strode over to me. His fingers slid along my lower belly, venturing between my legs. His other hand cupped my bottom and I gasped as he discovered the wetness between my thighs.
“I’m taking you out on a date tonight, little girl,” he announced.
“I’m not about to get a spanking, Daddy?” I asked.
“Do you need one?” he replied pointedly. His fingers kept taunting my clit, circling and teasing and driving me wild with every firm touch. His arm wound around my waist, and he lifted me up off the floor, planting my bottom down on the edge of his desk.
“Daddy, please!” I begged and he took my nipple into his mouth. He suckled it gently, before his teeth nipped it hard enough to make me cry out. Quickly, he flipped me over and slapped my backside several times. I yelped in surprise, but my pussy was already practically on fire. He turned me back around and suddenly his mouth was between my thighs. The coarse hair of his beard scraped against my sensitive flesh and my eyes very nearly rolled back in my head.
My hands slapped back on his desk, holding me up so that I didn’t fall backwards. His tongue swirled around my clit and when his fingers pushed inside me, I was lost. My core spiraled tight, taken by surprise by his sudden need to make me come.
I couldn’t hold back as my pussy gripped at his fingers. I moaned and whimpered through that delicious release, riding his face shamefully no matter how hard I tried not to. His mouth forced me to take every devastating second of that orgasm until I shuddered at its end. He pulled away with a smirk at the edge of his lips.
He kissed me and I could still taste the sweetness of my own arousal on his tongue.
“I love the way you taste, little girl.”
“That was unexpected, Daddy,” I blushed.
“I’m taking you out tonight. Dinner and a movie,” he said, and he lifted me from the desk and set me back on my feet. He opened the top of the gift box and my eyes darted to see inside it. It was a dress and he saw my sigh of relief.
“What did you think it was?”
“A paddle, Daddy,” I said bashfully.
“That’s a good idea. I should get a special wooden one for when Daddy needs to teach his bad girl a very firm lesson,” he grinned, and my stomach dropped hard.
“You don’t have to do that. I’ll be your good girl, Daddy,” I whispered.
He took my face in both hands and kissed me gently. “I know you will, little girl, but Daddy also knows that his little girl has a naughty streak and sometimes that’s going to have to be dealt with using something that will leave a more lasting impression that just my hand or my belt. Isn’t that right?” he asked, and my clit pulsed knowingly. I wanted to lie and tell him that wasn’t true, that I didn’t fantasize about all the times he’d punished me already and that it wasn’t making me wet right now.
“Yes, Daddy,” I muttered.
