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“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.”
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If Minain a tight business skirt was sexy under normal circumstances, it was a million times better with her stretched out over his lap, waiting for him to spank her. Cupping one generous cheek in his hand, he squeezed, just hard enough for her to gasp and arch up into his touch.
Did he have a sweet little masochist on his hands? What a delightful surprise that would be.
Forcing himself to focus on her, and her needs, he cleared his throat. “Just so we are both clear, in a moment, I’m going to lift your skirt and spank your bottom until it is nice and pink. And if our dinner still hasn’t arrived, I’d love to touch you and bring you to orgasm. Do you object to any of that?”
“Not in the least.”
“Try again, Ace.”
She huffed out a breath, and he was fairly certain she rolled her eyes. Lucky for her, he wasn’t a stickler for protocol. “No, Daddy, I don’t object.”
There was a hint of sass in the response, which only made him more eager to redden her delectable backside. “Excellent. If you change your mind, just yell ‘Red’ and I’ll stop. And if I ask you for a color, and we’re good to continue, ‘Green’ is for go. ‘Yellow’ to pause. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You are a quick study.” Amused and delighted by her, despite the shit show his morning had been, he tugged the fabric of her skirt up to her hips. Scraps of lace peeked out from between her cheeks and he groaned at the sight of her creamy skin, a perfect canvas just waiting for him to paint his handprints all over it.
“Gorgeous,” he murmured, running his hands over the mounds of her ass.
“Thank you.” There was no artifice, no hesitation or uncertainty in her tone, and goddamn if that confidence wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing he’d heard in a long time.
“Normally, I would pull down your panties as well. But since you’ve already done me the favor of leaving your bottom mostly bare, we’ll skip that step. This time.”
“Ah, thanks? I guess?”
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s see about getting this bottom nice and pink.”
Lifting his hand, he brought it down on one pale cheek, not nearly as hard as he would for a “real” punishment, but enough for his handprint to blossom across her skin and for her to jump at the sting.
Her breath hitched a bit, and if he had to guess, it was more from her body’s reaction to the swat than the actual pain itself, so he repeated the action on the opposite cheek.
If there was anything better in this world than having a willing woman over his knee, her bottom turning pink under the sting of his hand, he hadn’t yet discovered it.
Two more swats had her arching her back, thrusting her bottom up to meet his hand, so he put a little more force behind the next set.
Pausing to rub some of the sting from her flesh, he admired the smattering of fingerprints painted across her ass. Curious to see exactly how she was feeling about her “punishment” so far, he slipped his hand between her thighs. With a soft gasp, she opened for him, lifting her hips in a silent entreaty.
“Naughty girl,” he scolded playfully, pressing his fingers against the soaked gusset of her panties. “Someone is enjoying her punishment demonstration a little too much.”
“I’d be enjoying it more if you’d move your hand just a little lower.”
“Like this?” Letting his fingers drift, he stroked her through the thin layers of cotton and lace. His efforts were rewarded with a shudder from the woman over his knee.
“God, yes. Right there. But harder. Please,” she added, clearly an afterthought, but he decided not to call her on it. Instead, he gave her exactly what she had asked for, rubbing her clit until her breathing turned ragged and her hips were grinding against his hand.
When it was clear she was close to the edge, he pulled his hand away and delivered a dozen hard, stinging swats to her bottom, earning him a shriek of outrage.
“Cyrus! That fucking hurts!”
Stopping again, he rubbed at her skin. The individual prints were beginning to blend together into an almost uniform shade of pink. “At the risk of sounding cliché, Ace, it’s supposed to hurt. How else will you remember to follow the rules?”
“Well yeah, but I thought this was like, a playful kind of thing.” She craned her neck around to pout up at him, and it was undeniably an adorable damn pout.
“A spanking can be both punishment and play. Trust me, little girl, you will know the difference between a playful punishment and a real one should you ever earn the latter.”
