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This wasn’t a spanking just to punish me. It was to remind me that Daddy was in charge, and I was his little girl to take care of in whichever way he pleased even when that meant putting me over his knee for a hard spanking before he gave me an even harder fucking. His palm seared into my backside over and over again. He didn’t miss a single inch of my ass, smacking from the upper crest of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs.
In some ways, it felt even more punishing than any of the other spankings he’d given me so far and then he paused.
“Daddy’s hand hurts, doesn’t it, little girl?” he asked.
“It does very much, Daddy.” I squirmed, struggling from the stinging burn that was blazing across my cheeks.
“Daddy’s paddle is going to hurt more,” he warned. He reached into his suit jacket again and pulled it out. He leaned over me and curled his hand around my throat, forcing me to look at the terrifyingly wicked thing.
It was dark wood stained a beautiful cherry red. It was no larger than a hairbrush and quite thin, which made me even more nervous. His grip on my throat tightened before he released me to smooth the cold wood over my already stinging cheeks.
“This is going to be hard because you need it to be, little girl. Daddy wants you to never forget that you belong to him,” he growled.
The paddle bit down on my left bottom cheek and the harsh sting was immediate. I cried out as it began to rain down, hard and fast. I couldn’t stay still, and I finally understood why he’d pinned me down in the first place.
Once it began, there was no thinking about anything else.
There was only the ruthless bite of the wood against my bare bottom and my thighs.
Over.
And over again.
There was no keeping quiet. I wailed. I cried. I begged.
“Please, Daddy. I’m so sorry!”
“There’s nothing to forgive, my beautiful little girl.”
His arm was firmly wound around my waist, holding me securely in place throughout my punishment. I was exceedingly thankful for that closeness even as I whimpered and cried as Daddy paddled me over his knee. I tried to blink back tears, but that was useless too.
“It hurts, Daddy,” I sobbed.
“I know, little girl.”
The implement bit into my backside with furious intensity and my whole body slumped over his knee. I cried, big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. The paddling slowed, the last several smacks punishing the tops of my thighs and the lower curves of my bottom cheeks.
Finally, he put the paddle aside, gathered me in his arms, and pulled me into his lap. He held me until my tears dried. I flung my arms around him and he squeezed me even tighter. My bottom stung for a long while, but I knew it would.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.
“I love you forever, my little girl,” he vowed.
When I calmed, my body started to burn. My breasts felt heavy with desire, and it took everything in me not to reach up and toy with them. My pussy was impossibly wet, and my clit was screaming for his touch. I squirmed in his lap and hid my face against his chest, trying to calm myself and quickly realizing that I was already too far out of control.
“Daddy knows that you needed to be punished, little girl, but he also knows that right now you need to come for him. So, when you’re ready, walk over to the bed and lay down on your back,” he directed gently.
“The plug?” I asked nervously.
“That’s going to stay inside that naughty bottom,” he answered simply, which made my muscles tighten around it. It ached, but my arousal only flared hotter because of it. I fidgeted in his lap for a minute longer, wanting to extend those feelings of closeness with him a bit longer but also really wanting the orgasm he was offering.
Eventually, I stood up, blushing furiously when the plug jostled inside me. I’d never felt anything like it before. I tentatively took a step, crying out softly as that feeling of fullness shifted. It felt weird and strange and taboo and more tantalizing than it should be.
A drop of wetness rolled down my thigh.
“The sight of your bright red plugged bottom is absolutely breathtaking, little girl,” he praised, and I blushed even hotter.
I climbed up on the bed, fully aware of the salacious display I was putting on and slowly rolled onto my back. He stood up and climbed over me. I expected him to free his cock, but instead his palm smoothed over my clit until his fingers settled on top of it. He started teasing me and I squirmed beneath him.
