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“Abbie, come on. The quicker you get over my knee, the quicker we can be done with this and cuddle.”
“We get to cuddle afterward?” Her eyes widened as he nodded.
“Of course.” He patted his thigh. “Over you go.”
Was she really going to do this? Yeah, it seemed she was.
He helped her lay across his lap, and she held herself stiffly, anticipating his first smack. She jolted as he rested his hand on her ass, gently rubbing it across one cheek, then the other, down to her thighs.
She hated how turned on this was making her, how much she liked him touching her like this. Every swipe of his rough, calloused hand against her smooth skin made her even wetter. She really hoped he couldn’t tell, and if he could, she hoped he wouldn’t point it out.
“Since this is your first spanking, it’ll be a count of ten,” he said softly, still smoothing his hand over her. “I want you to count for me and ask for another, pretty girl. Can you do that?”
“I think so,” she mumbled. She didn’t want to. It was bad enough laying across his lap, half naked with a wet pussy. She didn’t want to have to count, too.
“I know you can do it,” he told her. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? You want to be good for Daddy?”
Warmth pooled in her belly and spread through her entire body. “Yes, Daddy. I wanna be your good girl.”
His hand continued lightly circling and rubbing her ass until she eventually relaxed. He lifted his hand, and she held her breath.
Here it comes.
He brought his hand down on one side, a bite of hot pain shooting through her. She gasped, losing most of her breath at the feel of it. He was not playing around. Jeez, that hurt.
He paused, rubbing his hand over the burning. “What do you say, baby?”
“One, Daddy,” she choked out. “May I please have another?”
Smack!
Jesus! It hurt so much!
“Two!” she cried. “Please, Daddy. May I have another?”
“You’re such a good girl,” he told her, bringing his hand down again. Tears welled in her eyes as she held back her sobs.
“Three. Another, Daddy. Please.”
Smack!
By the time she was at number eight, she was a sobbing mess on his lap. A screaming, crying, slobbering mess. She didn’t know how he even understood what she was saying anymore, she was crying so hard.
“Two more, pretty girl. I’ll be quick. You okay?”
Was she okay? What kind of question was that?
“I’m good,” she cried. “My butt’s gonna fall off, though!”
Was that a laugh? She could’ve sworn she heard him laugh.
Smack!
Smack!
“Thank you, Daddy!” she screamed, nearly throwing herself off his lap. He grabbed her and pulled her to his lap. She straddled him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she sobbed into his chest. “I didn’t like that.”
“Me either,” he said softly, rubbing her back. “I don’t want to punish you.”
