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“I thought I’d made it clear, but, honestly, no, I haven’t.”
Derek chuckled. “Then I think you have some work to do instead of hovering around here.”
He was right, I was being ridiculous. Little Veronica had thrown down the gauntlet and my hurt ego had gotten in the way of seeing things for what they were. But I planned on changing that right now.
Not waiting a moment longer, I stalked to the table where the girls were sitting. Sadie noticed me first, and I heard her say, “Oh-oh someone’s in trouble,” before Ronnie slammed something over what she’d been making and turned her head to see me coming toward her.
She gulped, and her pupils dilated. The little brat! Playing with me was her way of topping from the bottom, again. Not that she’d been wrong to do it, but that she had gone after myweakness and used it against me was an issue. I’d congratulate her performance, then show her the error of her ways. She wanted me to take her in hand, and I would do just that, and make both my actions and my words loud and clear this time.
“Time to go, darlin, we have an appointment.”
As I took her by the hand and led her to the exit, the peals ofoh-ohsfrom the girls followed us until the door closed behind us.
“Uh. Where are we going?” Ronnie was practically sprinting to keep up with my long strides. I felt like John Wayne inMcClintock. Only Maureen O’Hara got her spanking over her skirt, but that wouldn’t be the case for Veronica De Haviland.
“You issued me a challenge, darlin, and this is me accepting.” Her large eyes widened, but she didn’t say another word. Back at my place, I escorted her to the bedroom. “I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been begging me for since I spanked you in your apartment.”
“Oh? And what is that?” She knew what it was, but she needed me to tell her. She wanted to hear me say she was mine.
“Me taking your virginity. I’ll paddle your bottom and take every hole in your body. I’m the Daddy you want and need, Ronnie, and we both know it.”
Her nipples were hard beneath the flimsy material of her dress. I reached out and pinched one.
“Oh!” Her surprise quickly morphed into a groan of pleasure. I tweaked the other one, rolling it between my thumb and index finger until she squirmed. She was panting when I released it, and speared me with hooded, come-get-me-eyes. But why we were here still hadn’t been addressed. I needed to use the words and ask her.
“Veronica De Haviland, would you do me the honor of being my Little for now and always until death us do part?”
“Yes, Jacob Andrews, I will be your Little for now and until death us do part.”
That was all the invitation I needed. Sitting on the corner of the bed, I pulled her across my lap, tugging her dress over her hips. Without the barrier of panties to soak up her essence, my Little girl’s arousal was quite apparent, the telling evidence slick against my fingertip as I ran it up her inner thigh. My naughty girl startled, then spread her legs. But I didn’t touch her where she wanted yet. Instead I moved her over one thigh with her head and arms on the bed and her sexy legs parted and draped on either side of my thigh.
Now I could see her delectable, full globes, and puffy slick lips in the floor-length mirror hanging opposite the bed. I parted her fleshy cheeks, loving how she was on full display for my eyes only. Then squeezed them together and shook them. Prying open one cheek, I spanked her naughty back hole and pouty nether lips.
“Oh!” she cried, then moaned with pleasure as the sting dissipated and the pleasant warmth kicked in.
Switching cheeks, I spanked her again. This time she let out a sound reminiscent of a purr and ground against my knee. Keeping her snug, I retrieved her hairbrush from the floor, happy for once that she was messy, and left things lying around that I could conveniently use.
I brought the hairbrush down on her bouncy backside.
“Ouch!”
I admired my handiwork in the mirror’s reflection and felt satisfaction that all was right in our dynamic when a pretty pink circle appeared on her right cheek. Watching from this angle had me so hard I was afraid I’d cum in my pants. I’d never figured myself to be an observer but watching us was a hot new experience.
I set a steady pace with the hairbrush, not too hard as I wanted her to enjoy it, but hard enough to keep her attention.
After several strokes, a rhythm set in. I’d spank her, and she’d arch her back after each stroke, begging for more. My god, this woman liked how I gave it, and all my suspicions about Ronnie collided in that moment. She was perfect for me.
She told me all I needed to know through her actions. Trying to tuck her bottom when a stroke was too hard, then lifting her bottom for more when it felt right. And on we went until her backside was as shiny and red as a ripe apple.
I dropped the brush and ran my fingers through her arousal and up to her back entrance. She mewled like a kitten.
“Oh, yes, Daddy, please, more.”
“Do you want to come for Daddy, kitten?” The new nickname suited her as she was rubbing herself against me like her namesake.
“Yes. I want to come.”
I penetrated her lubricated bottom with one finger and thrust another between her slick lips. She froze but only for a moment and then relaxed her head on the bed, her arms, outstretched, clenching and unclenching her fists in the blanket, much like a cat does with their paws when they are happy.
