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She let out a squeak. Shoot. She was meant to be undressing. She reached for the top of her pants, taking them and her panties off and throwing them away.
“All done, Daddy. See?” She gave him a hopeful look.
He just shook his head. “Turn around and bend over.”
Trepidation and excitement mingled. This position was so much more embarrassing when she was naked. But she wanted to feel his hand heat her ass again.
Four smacks landed, and she let out a low moan. He rubbed the heat in. “Are you okay, girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good girl. You take punishment so well. This is the position you will always assume if you require correction while we’re playing like this. This isn’t a position for your Little, understand?”
“I understand.”
“I want you to stand up now and go to the armchair. You’re going to bend over and put your hands on the seat of the chair and spread your legs nice and wide. I want that ass up in the air. Understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She understood, but she wasn’t necessarily convinced she wanted to get into that position. It was one thing for him to give her a few slaps on the ass, but this would leave her much more vulnerable.
Trust him, Keira.
Fuck, sometimes it was still so hard.
But she moved over and bent down, resting her hands on the seat while she pushed her legs wide.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Damn, you looking fucking amazing. That ass is gorgeous. Especially when it’s pink from my hand prints. Did it turn you on, girl? Getting your bottom smacked?”
Oh no.
Was he really going to make her answer?
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
She groaned. She was in such trouble.
“You know I require an answer and that I hate repeating myself. Does someone need the belt to help them remember?”
“No, Daddy,” she said. “It, um, turned me on, yes.”
“That’s what I thought. If I touch your pussy, am I going to find it wet?”
Why was he so chatty during sex? Dear. Lord.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said quickly before he could spank her again. Because she might just self-combust.
“That’s better,” he told her. “You must always tell me the truth.”
She sighed as he ran a hand down her warm buttock. “Yes, Daddy.”
There was silence. He no longer felt close. What was he doing? Was he staring at her? She started to shift around.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Does it make you nervous? Not knowing where I am?”
“A little.”
“What is making you anxious?”
