“Fuck,chica.I might come just hearing that fantasy. How did it feel the first time I spanked you?”
“Like the first time anyone besides my family’s truly cared about me. That your control was genuinely for my own good, not to be domineering and isolate me.”
“What did you feel the second time?”
“Peace. Restitution and reconciliation, I suppose. It’s not like I felt unworthy of your attention before that, but—I don’t know how to say it—not in English or German. Like—you may have spanked other women in the past, but I got a piece of you no one else has. That my punishment was genuine and not for sexual gratification.”
He feels me tense as I explain. He lands a particularly hard spank across my horizontal crack. I yelp.
“That’s precisely what it was. You have part of meno onehas ever had. A part I’m not sure existed before you. Being with you gives me peace I’ve never known.”
He sets a pattern of alternating sides as my ass surely moves from bright pink into a deeper rose hue. He varies the speed and strength he uses. It stings and burns, but it’s not the kind of pain my body wants to run from. Just the opposite. I do my best to raise my hips to meet his hand.
“Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“What did you dream about?”
“Kissing every inch of you. Tasting you as you come on my tongue, drinking you like fine wine. Holding you in my arms while I fuck you until you’re not sure if you’re begging me to stop or keep going. Worshipping your body with a tenderness I never imagined I’m capable of but only feel for you. Falling asleep with me still buried in you. Waking up to you, knowing I’m whereI belong. Holding the woman I adore for as long as she’ll have me.”
“Wait.”
I struggle to roll away, so I can look up at him. I reach back for the hand that was on my belly. I tug until it’s between us, then pressing against my middle again.
“I didn’t walk away from what I had just to walk away from you later. Wewillfigure us outtogether. I don’t want to hear you talk about us as anything but permanent. I haveneverbeen this adamant about that with anyone. I wasn’t married when you met me because I needed time to know whether that person was the one for me, and clearly, I know he wasn’t. I don’t need that time with you. Or rather, I’ve had all the time I need. Hear me now and hear me well, Daddy. If this ends, it’s because you let me go. Not the other way around, Jorge.”
I settle back on him lap and reach back with my other hand to where his rests on my ass. I try to lift it, and he lets me. I press down to make him spank me.
“We aren’t done yet.”
I grin, but he can’t see it.
“Suddenly, you’re in charge,chiquita? I didn’t get the memo.”
His hand cracks across my ass with enough force to push me forward and make me squeak. I’d scream if I didn’t want his relatives to know what we’re doing.
“Shh,chiquita.Those kinky fuckers downstairs don’t need to know how I pleasure my woman—not that they’d care. They probably wouldn’t even register your screams of pleasure. They’d kill me if I harmed you.”
If I weren’t so focused on my burning ass and giving him all of my undivided attention, I’d have a lot to consider with that admission. He let it slip, but he hasn’t said anything to take it back.
He balances things with a much lighter swat, and I relax completely against him. My body’s like a rag doll. He peppers my ass with playful spanks now. He rubs it like he did before he got started. He nudges my legs apart, and he can see the evidence of how aroused I am.
“I thought you might try to rub your clit against my thigh to get off, little one.”
“I was focused on relaxing, Daddy.”
“When you weren’t making demands that tested my fortitude not to stop and fuck you.”
We chuckle as he helps me onto my feet. We quickly strip. Once we’re both naked, he pulls back the sheet and duvet before getting into bed. He holds his arms out to me, and I crawl over to him, prepared to sit on his lap with both of my legs to one side.
Instead, he guides me to straddle him. His dick’s been at attention since the moment he hugged me when we finished the call to myonkel. I ease onto him, and we both groan as he slips deeper inside me until my pelvis meets his.
He presses my head against his shoulder, running his hand up and down my back. It doesn’t take much to convince me to lean against him. As one hand brushes my back, and the other one cups my ass, lightly tapping it, I release a shuddering breath before my body goes lax against his. I Kegel as we sit together. It’s only a moment later that I tremble as I cry. He kisses the top of my head over and over.
“Baby girl, the spanking was to get you to let go of the physical strain of trying to manage everything that’s been happening. Despite my help and my family’s, I know you feel responsible for your. Your body’s been coiled tight with the stress of helplessness and frustration. You let all of that go when you gave me control to do what I wanted with your spanking. Now, you’re at ease enough to let your mind relax too. You know I’ll take care of you the way you need me to.”
“You really get it. You get me.”
