Raising his hand, he brought it down on her bare skin, not quite as hard as when he’d been trying to get her to talk earlier, but hard enough to garner a sharp intake of breath from the woman stretched across his lap. And since he wasn’t trying to extract information from her this time, he gave himself a moment to admire his handprint as it bloomed on her skin, gently tracing his finger around the crisp edges.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “I think I might need to repaint my office. Think the hardware store would do a color match for me?”
“A color match of your handprint on my ass?”
“Yes.”
“What are you planning to do, haul me down there with you and spank my ass at the paint counter?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
She giggled at that, high and sweet. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it.”
“I do not!”
“More lies.” Shaking his head, he heaved an overly dramatic sigh. “Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
“Clearly.”
He spanked her again, and this time she moaned, lifting her hips as if begging for more.
“Such a greedy little slut for the way Daddy hurts you, aren’t you, babygirl?” Chuckling, he swatted her again, harder this time, and was rewarded with another low moan.
“Absolutely,” she replied, the word ending on a gasp when another swat landed. “I never thought of myself as a masochist. I guess you just bring it out in me.”
“Good.”
With that, he put his mind to giving his little pain slut exactly what she wanted, spanking her hard and fast while she wiggled and gasped and whined over his lap.
“Daddy, that’s too hard! It hurts!”
“Poor baby,” he crooned, pausing to rub some of the sting from her reddened skin. “Do you want Daddy to stop?”
“Yes. It hurts.”
“Well, if your spanking is all done then it’s time for the second part of your punishment.”
Beneath his hand, she froze, like prey suddenly sensing a predator far too close for comfort. “Um, what was the second part again?”
“The second part is getting your pretty face fucked until Daddy comes down your throat.”
“Maybe it doesn’t really hurt too much.”
Chuckling, he gave her bottom a hard squeeze. “I thought you might say that. Let’s see how red this bottom can get, babygirl.”
Daisy
* * *
Pain. Lovely, burning, stinging pain spread all along her ass with every hard swat.
And she was loving every second of it.
Even though it hurt—and fuck did it hurt—her pussy was on fire, desperate to be filled by him again and the need only grew worse as he spanked her, harder and faster than before.
“Ow,” she whined, wiggling her hips to try and escape his hard hand. Because no matter how much her body craved his punishment, her instincts were taking over and those instincts were screaming at her to make it stop. “Daddy, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never lie again!”
