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Hesitantly, I did what he asked. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him, but I watched his feet as he circled around me. I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to fall over.
When his fingers finally caressed my lower back, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He didn’t stop though as he lowered his palm and gently cupped my left bottom cheek.
“Just as beautiful as I remember. Turn around for me so I can see those pretty breasts,” he demanded firmly.
Of my own accord, I turned, and his finger captured my chin and lifted my face up toward him. He made me watch as he studied my bare breasts.
“Such pretty pink nipples, little girl. And look, they’re already so hard for Daddy, aren’t they?”
I flushed deeply.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trying to wade my way through the shame.
“Daddy likes that, little girl,” he murmured, and I blushed even harder.
His fingers ventured between my thighs, sliding into my wetness with ease.
“Do you know what else Daddy likes, little girl?” he asked expectantly.
“I’m not sure, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Daddy likes that you’re so wet for him even though you’re afraid of the hard spanking he’s about to give you,” he continued.
A strangled cry came from me and that only made my face heat even more impossibly hot.
He took my hand in his and led me back to the same couch I’d been punished over the last time. This time, he didn’t offer me his hand. He was the one to take it himself. There was no time to fight back as he pulled me over his knee and locked me into place with a firm grip on my hip.
Even now that I was twenty-five, I’d never felt smaller than I did in that moment. I bit my lip. I didn’t feel sassy anymore. I didn’t feel as though I could weasel out of this.
Last time, I hadn’t known if it was real or not, but this time I knew what it was.
This was real. I was a naughty little girl about to get spanked over Daddy’s knee.
His palm settled on my backside. I stopped breathing. My heart pounded anxiously in my chest.
“Daddy?” I whispered anxiously.
“Yes, little girl?”
“I’m scared,” I cried, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice. My hesitation and fear rolled off of me in waves and at once it all overwhelmed me.
“I know, sweet girl. Daddy is going to take care of you,” he replied. His voice was gentle and full of kindness and for some reason, that allowed me to relax just the slightest bit.
He dragged his fingers across my bare flesh, massaging my vulnerable backside and I calmed down even more. I even found myself pressing back against him. My thighs parted slightly, and I pushed them back together, not wanting to reveal any more of myself than I already had.
I took a deep breath. I could do this. I wasn’t eighteen anymore. I could take a spanking and survive. It would hurt for a little while, but I’d be fine in the morning.
Right?
For some reason, I didn’t know if I could really believe that myself. Especially not right now with his menacing palm pressed against my bare ass. I squirmed, trying to test to see if he had a firm hold of me and I hardly moved an inch. I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided that I could.
A breathy sigh escaped me, and his hand finally pulled away from my over-sensitized skin, only to smack down hard right where my bottom met my thighs. My pussy clenched down hard and I keened in surprise at the sharp sound. A deep stinging sensation buzzed across my flesh and when a second slap branded the other side, I slammed my lips together so that I didn’t make a second sound.
I didn’t remember him starting this hard last time. He spanked me several more times and I came to the terrifying realization that he was most certainly punishing me more firmly than last time.
“Wait. You’re spanking me harder,” I cried out.
“I know, little girl. Daddy has to spank you harder for lying a second time, doesn’t he?” he pressed.
