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Daddy took a seat on the couch where I normally napped during the afternoons and helped me open my beverage. Once it was, he held it to my lips, and I took a few long gulps of the delicious liquid. Immediately, I began to feel better.
“There’s my beautiful girl,” he said as I tightened my grasp on the bottle so he could let go. He pushed some of my hair that had gotten in my face out of my eyes. To my embarrassment, it was a bit sweaty. Guess I had exerted more force than I thought when I was trying to keep away from him.
“No need to feel self-conscious, sweetie.”
His comment made me feel better. Right now, I was going to follow what he said, and if that meant not to be worried about my appearance, I could go with it.
We stayed cuddled up together for quite some time. I’d take sips of my drink every now and then, but for the most part, we stayed quiet, basking in each other’s company.
It was beyond peaceful. It had been a long time since I had a moment to collect my thoughts and not feel anxiety as I thought about the state my life was in.
As much as I enjoyed it, there was a growing part of me that wanted Austin in a physical way. He had proven he would take care of me mentally and emotionally. I needed to know he could do the same in bed.
I tightened the cap on my Gatorade and leaned down to put it on the floor. I sat back up and said, “Make love to me,” breaking the silence.
He appeared startled at my request and it took him a few seconds to respond. “Miranda, I don’t think now is the best time. After everything that happened today, I don’t want to add more to your plate to think about.”
“You won’t. I need a physical, loving connection to someone. I want you to make me yours, please,” I begged, reaching up so our lips united. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my hands through the back of his hair. I could feel his cock stir under my bottom at my advances.
He pulled away and gazed into my eyes. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”
“Yes,” I said, more positive than ever in my entire life about needing something.
It felt as if he were x-raying me before he nodded and picked me up. “Where are we going?” I asked, startled. I thought I could ride him on the couch.
“For our first time, we need a bed,” he stated and carried me to his room. Gently, he placed me down on the mattress and peeled his shirt off over his head. He could give Channing Tatum a run for his money on who was more attractive. Austin’s six pack was well defined, along with every other muscle it seemed. Man, screw working out at a gym. Being a rancher was all that seemed to be needed to be a hunk.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
I didn’t have to be told twice, and in the next instant, we were both naked. Normally, I felt shy letting men look at me with no clothes on, but with Austin, I felt comfortable. Not only had he already seen me nude when he’d bathed me that first day, I knew deep down he’d never laugh or make fun of my appearance.
“You are gorgeous,” he said as if on cue as he climbed onto the bed and mashed our lips together. As he did that, he pushed my legs apart and lightly grazed his fingers over the length of my pussy. The teasing touches drove me wild. I pushed my core into his palm and, before I knew what was about to happen, he spanked my slit.
“Hey!” I said, shocked at the slight bite of pain that quickly turned into pulsating pleasure.
“When we’re in here, I’m in charge.”
His statement dripped of dominance, and my channel let out a burst of wetness. He could be in charge for as long as he wanted.
“Miranda,” he said, this time flicking one of my hardened nipples.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, remembering in stories I read that Tops like to be called that.
“Good girl. Now, I was thinking, before we go any further, you have a punishment to receive.”
“Now?” I asked, incredulously. Of all the times he could have chosen to ripen my bottom, he chose this one?
“Now,” he said, sitting back on his heels. “Flip over, scrunch up, spread your legs, and stick your butt out.”
I did as I was told, and it felt like I was in school again doing a practice tornado drill, except I was putting my ass much higher in the air.
“Good girl,” Austin said, rubbing my cheeks. A moment later, he laid three hard swats down on each of them.
“Ouch!” I cried out and wanted to rub my skin but knew from my stories it wouldn’t lead to the punishment ending sooner. In fact, it would probably increase the number of spanks.
“You’re doing great, sweetie,” he said, as he smacked each of my sit spots twice.
I curled my toes and tried to roll even tighter into a ball as the stinging sensation raced through my body. It was official—sit spots were the worst place to get swatted. The pain was much more intense than when he spanked me on my cheeks.
