I closed my eyes and braced myself. “Okay, um, you can… can spank me.”
Shit, I felt lightheaded, and I wasn’t even sure it was from hanging upside down like this.
“Why?” Andy asked instead of just doing it all ready.
“Fuck, Andy, because I’m… I’m fuckinghorny,” I snapped, which was totally true but also not true and I didn’t fucking know.God. He just had me feeling… things, and I needed... something. Him. That. The spanking.Something. “I don’tknow.”
“Language,” he said sharply, finally doing it. Just one sharp smack on my ass, buthard.
“Oh…f-f-f-fudge,” I gasped, because it motherfuckinghurt.
But also felt good?
“Try again, petal,” Andy said, going right back to petting and not sounding mad at all, even though he’d just spanked me like he actually meant it. “Why is Daddy going to spank you?”
I suddenly wanted to cry. And hump his lap. And feel his cock in my ass.
And—shitfuckshityes—I wanted him to spank me again, too.
“Um,” I said, licking my lips because they were bone fucking dry now. “Because… because I said fuck?”
“Repeatedly,” Andy said, spanking me again, just a single swat, with that smile-sound in his voice again. “Good boy. What else?”
“Because I…”
My mind blanked. He’d said I was good again. I was Daddy’s good boy. Good forhim. He… I… were we playing? I mean, of course we were, but how fucked up was it that I kind of wanted him to mean it?
“What else?” he asked, again. “Tell me why you need this spanking, petal.”
“Shi—sugar. I don’t know, Andy. Um, I mean, Daddy. I just, please, more, okay? Do it again. Fu—fudgingplease.”
I pushed my ass up toward him, suddenly desperate for it, because the sting from those first two swats was already fading and I didn’t like things that hurt because who liked that shit? But I alsodidlike it. I liked how it felt to have him… just… do this. Make me feel off balance but also like he had me. Like he was taking care of me, or whatever it was he’d said before.
But instead of spanking me again like I’d just begged him to, he said, “Daddy’s the one who decides when you get more.”
Oh, fuck. I bucked against his lap and he grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed ithard, right in the same place he’d just smacked it.
“Be good.”
I stuttered out a choppy-sounding moan, his tight grip waking the sting back up with a vengeance. The sensation wasn’t enough, but it was something, and just… justfuck. I didn’t understand what he wasdoingto me. Not just the spanking or his “call me Daddy” fetish or not letting me blow him when he was obviously raring to go, but justhim.
He squeezed my ass again, then gentled it up and started kneading my cheeks, and I moaned like a damn pornstar.
“I need you to talk to me,” Andy said, his voice finally sounding a little hoarse, like maybe it wasn’t just me who all this kinky shit was getting to. “I need to know I’m giving you what you need, baby. That we’re on the same page. That you know why we’re doing this.”
“Idon’t,” I choked out. “I just, I need it.Please, Daddy. I don’t... don’t know anything else.”
“Then I’ll remind you, petal,” Andy said, which almost made me moan again because I liked it when he called me baby buteveryonesaid baby, and “sweetheart” did shit to me, too. Petal, though… I mean, yeah, it was cheesy as fuck and too damn sweet and sappy for a hookup, but it wasn’t some random endearment, it wasmine.
For now. Temporarily. Tonight, at least.
“You gave your phone number to a stranger,” Andy said.
“Wha—” I started to ask, my eyes popping open and the word cutting off in the middle when he spanked my right ass cheek.
I gasped, my legs jerking a little because that shitstung.
“And that’s not safe, baby,” Andy added, his palm cracking into the left one.
