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“It makes you very wet to know Daddy’s cock is very hard knowing he has to punish you, doesn’t it?” he pressed. He gave me no sympathy as his fingers drove up and down my wet folds and when he captured my clit between two of his thick digits, I cried out as merciless desire drove through my body like a knife.
“Yes, Daddy,” I finally wailed. Completely naked and with nowhere to hide, I couldn’t even remotely deny it, not when his fingers slid along my wetness.
I couldn’t hide anything from him. Not like this.
He slid a single finger inside my pussy, and I gasped out loud. I’d been fighting with my arousal for so long that I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against his lap, taking that thick digit deeper, but I needed more.
He took his hand away and smeared my wetness on the back of my right thigh. I cried out, mortified at the feeling. I couldn’t help but squirm as I tried to escape and he gripped my hip, capturing me firmly over his knee for the spanking I knew was coming. His cock was hard against my stomach and my face heated knowing it was because of me.
He squeezed each cheek firmly before running the surface of his hand over my flesh. I knew he was looking at me, was admiring every last inch of my bare bottom whether I wanted him to or not.
But that was just it.
I wanted him to look because it made me wet. It made me feel desired. Like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I pressed my thighs together. I felt edgy. Needy.
His palm patted my right cheek once before it cracked down hard for the first time. To me, it sounded as loud as a gunshot and before I had a chance to cry out or try to squirm away, a second cracked against my left.
I hummed nervously, knowing that he was just getting started. My thighs tensed and slid against one another, leaving me more than aware of the fact that I’d gotten even wetter since he’d taken me over his lap.
He slapped my bottom a few times and at first, it didn’t really hurt. It stung a little bit, but I could handle it. To be honest, the sound was more jarring than the actual pain of each smack. Then as the effect of several hard slaps started to add up, I fidgeted a bit more. It was beginning to hurt, and my nerves rattled with fear. His fingers dug into my hip as he gripped me even more firmly and my muscles tensed.
The real spanking began and for a while, I was able to cope with the increasing pain. His smacks became firmer. Each slap cracked hard against my naked flesh and I bit my lip to try to stop myself from crying out, but that only worked for so long. In an attempt to avoid the increasing sting of his palm, I tried to twist away but he had me pinned over his knee. I couldn’t get away and worst of all, I couldn’t avoid a single spank.
Soon, his palm was branding a firm message across my naked backside. It burned hot as he scalded my flesh, and I couldn’t help but kick and writhe over his knee. This hurt. I wanted it to end.
He paused and I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was over. It had to be.
Only it wasn’t.
He tilted me forward and adjusted my body so that I was over one knee and before I knew what was happening, he’d used his other leg to pin mine in place. I was trapped. I couldn’t kick or squirm away and that scared me.
“Wait, please!” I pleaded.
“Did you touch your naughty little pussy without permission, little girl?” he asked as his palm bit into my naked cheeks again and again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.
He spanked me harder and harder and I was no longer capable of keeping my sounds quiet. I writhed as much as I possibly could, trying to avoid the harshness of his palm, but it was no use. It bit into me with precision and harsh intention. It was really hurting, and I couldn’t make it stop.
“Please. It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to, little girl. You’ve earned a hard spanking over Daddy’s knee and he’s not going to stop until he’s sure that you learned your lesson,” he scolded. When the spanks ventured to the lower curve of my bottom, my cries grew louder and the pain grew more intense, but it all paled when he started to punish the backs of my thighs.
“I’ve had enough!” I howled. I tried to push up off the couch, but he held me securely over his lap and I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided that he would let me.
I tried to tighten my muscles, but that only made it hurt even more. He punished my backside from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs, ensuring that he spanked every square inch over and over again until I felt like I was on the edge of tears.
“Daddy, please!”
He spanked me even harder. His palm bit into my flesh, each smack echoing in the room and I was afraid that everyone in the house would know that I was naked over Daddy’s knee getting my little bottom spanked because I had been naughty.
“Are you in charge, little girl?” he chided.
“No, Daddy,” I answered, my voice strained as he continued to punish me. My entire bottom was burning hot and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
