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“I’m not sure, Daddy,” I answered. I wavered in front of him and his grip on my fingers tightened possessively.
“I made you ask for Daddy to spank you, to use his belt so that it hurt enough to leave stripes on your pretty little bottom, and for Daddy to hold you down for your fucking because it was hard for you. It’s a far worse punishment to be made to ask for what you need than being taken against your will, isn’t it, little girl?”
His eyes searched mine. I wanted to look away, but he held me captive with his powerfully intense gaze.
There would be no escape. No running away. I was his now.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed. A shiver raced down my spine and every hair on the surface of my skin rose in anxious anticipation. I drew in one breath after the next, trying to quell the raging desire rushing through my veins and the consuming arousal that pooled deep in my belly.
I knew he was right. By making me ask, it made me falter. It made me anticipate what was coming all the more, but most of all, it made me afraid.
“Even proud little girls need to be punished over Daddy’s knee sometimes, don’t they, little girl?” he pressed.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined quietly. He gazed back at me and I cowered a bit before him.
“It’s alright, little girl. Daddy is going to take care of you,” he murmured.
“I know, Daddy,” I whimpered. His fingers squeezed mine and he cleared his throat. I knew that the time had come for my punishment to begin.
“Take off all your clothes. Little girls aren’t allowed to hide beneath their clothing when they’ve been naughty,” he instructed, and I shook hard as my nerves flared to life.
I just stood there. I couldn’t bring myself to obey.
“Every minute you delay will mean another stripe of my belt across your bare little bottom,” he warned, and the threat finally moved me to action. I haphazardly reached for my blouse out of pure necessity. He didn’t say anything as I fumbled with each button until I finally managed to untuck it from my skirt and undo it completely. I tossed the shirt on the couch beside him and rushed to take off my tank top when he cleared his throat.
“You will fold your clothes neatly, little girl,” he said softly.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to hide exactly how scared I was for what he’d made me ask for. Carefully, I reached for my blouse and did as he asked. Next, I removed my tank top and folded that next. Each piece of clothing felt like I was taking off a piece of armor until there was only my panties left. My breasts hung heavy with desire as my nipples tightened into hard little peaks right in front of him.
He held out his hand.
“You will place your panties in my palm, little girl,” he instructed.
Anxiously, I slipped my fingers beneath the pink lace hem, and slowly slipped them down my legs. Even though he’d already seen me completely naked once before, a sense of agonizing shame and embarrassed arousal caught me off guard. There was something about standing before him entirely bare with a hard punishment coming that made me feel like nothing more than a naughty girl who deserved every bit of it, especially when he made it clear that he enjoyed the sight of me at the same time.
The soft lace grazed my ankles and I blushed as I stepped out of them. Kneeling down, I squirmed as I saw what my arousal had left behind. I struggled and as if he knew this was hard for me, he cleared his throat in warning.
I picked up the sodden lingerie and stood back up before I placed them in his palm. He stared down at them, rearranging them so that the wet spot I’d left behind was on complete display and I blushed even more deeply than before.
He’d taken every last one of my defenses and broken right through them.
I moved to take a step back, but his fingers on my naked thigh stopped me.
“Did I tell you that you could move, little girl?” he scolded.
“No, Daddy,” I breathed anxiously.
“This is quite the wet spot you’ve left behind for Daddy to find, isn’t it, little girl?” he asked gently but the weight of his words slammed into me all the same. My mouth went dry and my heart hammered in my chest. I stood there, entirely frozen before him as I stared at the dark pink color of my own arousal on the gusset of my panties.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined. His lips turned upward as my voice peaked with mortification.
“You will lick it clean,” he demanded as his arm lifted toward me. He presented the sodden fabric to me and just when I thought that I couldn’t blush any harder, I did.
“I’m going to what?” I asked, aghast and ashamed and incredibly aroused at the same time. “I can’t…” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish.
“You’re going to clean every drop of your wetness off these pretty panties with your tongue, little girl. If I have to tell you again, you’ll go over my knee with those same panties shoved in your mouth,” he said bluntly, and I gasped in shock. I stared back at him, hoping he was just kidding. He wasn’t though. He was dead serious.
Shakily, I reached for my panties and took them from him with great care. I stared at that wet spot as all semblance of propriety fled my body, knowing that I didn’t have a choice. He was going to make me do this whether I wanted to or not. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in between my lips, grazing the cloth with the tip as much as I dared.
