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With a quiet hum of fear, I hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of my jeans and pushed them down just a little before my terror made me hesitate. I glanced up at him and there was a certain sense of expectation in his gaze that made me push them down my hips a bit further until they reached the tops of my thighs.
“All the way down, little girl,” he instructed.
I obeyed, pushing my jeans down until they pooled around my ankles. He reached for me and when his fingers brushed against the bareness of my hip, a lightning bolt of desire raced straight down to my clit.
“Hands on the back of your head, little girl. Daddy is going to take your panties down so that he can spank your bare little bottom,” he said firmly, and I tensed for a long moment before my hands nervously lifted and grazed the back of my head. My fingers wove together, and a soft whine escaped my throat.
His fingers slid under the lace of my panties and I panicked for a second as I tried to remember what pair I was wearing, if they were cute or even remotely pretty. I glanced down, catching the lavender color and I sighed almost in relief, knowing that they were simple but at least somewhat attractive. The hem was lined with a thick band of lace and as he ran his fingers beneath them, I sucked in a breath as the raw chemistry of his touch against my skin rattled me senseless.
When he finally began to pull my panties down, he didn’t rush either. He took his time as I stood there in front of him. Inch by painstakingly slow inch, he revealed my most private of places and I shuddered, realizing that his gaze hadn’t left the cusp of my thighs. He didn’t reach for me, but his eyes on my skin felt like he was touching me all the same. My pussy clenched hard and when he’d finally pushed my panties all the way down, his thumbs grazed over my hip once more.
My pussy was bare. I didn’t have any hair down there and he’d be able to see everything.
He reached for the seat of my panties and stared at them for a long moment.
“Your panties are soaked, little girl. You’ve left quite a wet spot for Daddy to find,” he murmured gently, and an embarrassed squeak died in the back of my throat. I chewed on my lower lip and he cleared his throat.
“Look at Daddy, little girl,” he said firmly.
I forced myself to lift my head and meet his eyes, feeling a hot flush pass over my face at his observation. I was so ashamed. He’d probably think there was something wrong with me for reacting like this.
“Good girl,” he murmured, as his gaze searched my face. I didn’t know what he was searching for, but his quiet investigation was making my stomach churn in knots.
“Place your hand in mine, little girl. It’s time for you to go over my knee,” he guided. He held his palm out for me to take it.
All I had to do now was reach for him. Once I did that, I’d be going over a man’s knee for the first time. I was going to get a spanking and my clit was throbbing incessantly at the thought. I was mortified that my arousal had already begun seeping onto my thighs. He’d be able to see that too.
He’d be able to see everything.
Tentatively, I pressed my fingers against his. His hand curled around mine and he gently pulled me forward. With my jeans and panties down around my ankles, there was no fighting what was to come now. As my body moved closer to his lap, my heart began to beat faster until I thought it was going to leap out of my throat.
It was as though his lap had its own gravitational pull and there wasn’t enough left in me to fight it. When my stomach pressed against the tops of his thighs, I almost stopped breathing.
My bottom felt so high up. He’d pitched me forward and when my position felt precarious enough that I might fall, I grasped at his leg so that I might steady myself. He didn’t say anything at all, but I could feel his eyes on my bare skin. My face flushed hot as I imagined his gaze studying my naked flesh.
My entire focus was on my bare bottom and the wetness between my thighs. When his fingertips grazed across my skin, I tensed, but then he just massaged me softly for several moments and I was able to relax.
“You’ve got a beautiful bottom, little girl,” he observed, and my blush flamed even hotter. His palm pressed against my bare backside, more thoroughly cupping my fleshy globes and I couldn’t help myself as I pressed back against him. His skin was rough against mine and it ignited a feeling deep inside me that I had never been aware of before.
My core throbbed with need. I was so aroused that it was becoming painful.
His palm lightly slapped my backside, just enough to jiggle it in a way that made my pussy tighten. A single drop of wetness trickled down my inner thigh and I was mortified to realize that it had probably fallen down onto his dark pants. I pressed my legs together, but that only served to make me cognizant of the fact that I was even wetter than I initially realized.
I was so embarrassed.
“Naughty girl. Look at how wet you are for Daddy,” he mused, and I hid my face in the couch cushion. I was thankful for my long hair at that moment because it was hiding my shame. My fingers gripped even more firmly at his leg, even as my hips arched upward in search of his touch. His palm moved down to the backs of my thighs and his fingertips just grazed along my wetness. His inspection sent a very deliberate message. He could see and feel every bit of my arousal and that only added to my ever-deepening shame.
“You lied to me, didn’t you, little girl?” he finally asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered nervously. My voice was almost nonexistent, and I wondered if he had even heard me at all.
“Naughty little girls who lie to Daddy need to be punished. How is Daddy going to punish you, little girl?” he asked. He never stopped slowly swirling his palm over my bare bottom and I couldn’t stop reacting to it. My spine arched and I pressed back against him, wanting more and more of his touch.
“Daddy, please,” I whimpered.
“Answer me, little girl. How is Daddy going to punish you?” he pushed and there was a definitive firmness to his tone that told me that he would only allow so much hesitation and I needed to answer.
“You’re going to spank me, Daddy,” I finally managed to say, although the tremor in my voice was obvious now. I was scared and he knew it.
