“I’ve only come once. That doesn’t put me out of commission,” he chuckled.
“I thought…” I trailed off.
“That I’d come in your mouth and let you out of here unsatisfied? I don’t think so,” he growled like I’d offended him.
“I-I… why are you angry?” I asked.
“Well, baby girl. I don’t remember telling you to get up,” he said.
“I didn’t know I needed permission,” I managed, my voice was barely a whisper. I was shaking, my body caught in the crossfire of fear and heat. Maybe it was both. He ran his hand up and down my back soothingly.
“And that’s why Daddy’s here. I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. But you do know you’ve done something wrong, right?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint. Something flickered in his eyes, and my pussy clenched.
“Yes,” I said.
“Tut tut.” He shook his head.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
“What did you do wrong?”
“I… got up without permission,” I said.
“Yes, that’s right. And what does that mean?”
“That I displeased you?”
“No, you’ve definitely pleased me. It means you’re a bad girl.” He nipped at my ear and I gasped.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
I knew exactly what he meant. I was a bundle of nerves, but I needed to hear him say it. Wriggling in his lap from excitement, his hands gripped my waist, and I let out a sharp squeak.
“What happens to bad girls, Vera?” he asked. My name on his lips sent chills down my spine. I snapped straight at his stern tone, my fingers fidgeting in my lap. I remembered our previous chats—how much he had wanted to put me over his lap.Is that what is going to happen?
“They get punished.”
“Yes, they do,” he said.
In one motion, he flipped me onto my stomach. I was draped over his thighs, the hard ridge of him pressing into my stomach. He pushed me up so my breasts spilled over and my head tilted down, hair falling in waves. My backside was up in the air, my sex exposed. He cupped my cheek, and I arched my back. His other hand pushed down on my back, forcing me back down.
“Dane,” I whispered.
Thwack.
“Ah,” I cried.
My backside stung where his palm had landed. He rubbed it gently with his thumb. His hand disappeared, and I wriggled right before he brought his hand down again. I cried out.
“Still green?” he asked. He sounded like he was holding back.
“Yes,” I whimpered as another slap landed on my sensitive backside. He rubbed the area, and I pushed back against his grasp.
“Are you a bad girl?” Dane grunted as another smack echoed through the room. I was confused. The shame burned hot as the sting on my skin, but the heat between my thighs was louder.I liked this. I liked this a lot.
“Yes,” I whined.
Thwack.
