“Your logic is flawed, Sir,” Mikayla snipped.
My palm came down several times, no-nonsense, and she mewed.
“What was that, babygirl?”
“Mmmmmm.” She arched upward off the counter.
“Tell Daddy.”
“Sometimes I do need a spanking for no reason,” she confessed.
Tugging her shorts off, I left her panties in place. For now. “It’s not for no reason, Mickie. I think you needed a reminder…”
“A reminder that you’re in charge, Sir?”
“Yes, sweetheart. That’s right.” Plucking the wooden spoon from the counter I cracked it once off her upper thigh. Mikayla hissed, jerking her body away from my reach. “Oh, did I find a sensitive spot?”
“You’re mean.”
“No, babygirl.” I aimed the spoon at her sit-spots. “This would be mean,” I said, chuckling.
“Ouch! It hurts there. Please use your hands and not the spoon!”
Giving into her plea, I spanked all over her gorgeous ass, caressing and kneading my fingers into her warmed bottom in between rounds.
Dancing her panties off her legs, I ran my hands along her body avoiding her pussy on purpose. She whimpered her disapproval.
“Does my girl need more?” I leaned into her back, kissing her neck. It was barely reachable at this angle and my sweatshirt was in the way. Finding the hem, I yanked it over her head before realizing she had no bra on. Mikayla glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“More spanking or something else?”
“Something else,” she cooed.
“Hm.” Stroking my fingers along her slit, I found her dripping wet. “Well, now. Your pussy is soaked. Do you want Daddy’s fingers?”
“No, thank you.”
“No fingers.” I slid my pointer finger upward to tap against her clit. “How about Daddy’s mouth here?”
“Oh, as much as I’d love that, right now I want something different. Please?”
“Such a sweet little thing. Tell Daddy what you need.”
She shook her head, burying it against the counter under her hands.
“Uh, uh.” Without warning I pushed two fingers into her sopping core. She clenched around me whining in protest. “Tell me. Right now, or I’ll just have to stay like this.”
“Your cock, please, Daddy…”
“Good girl,” I withdrew my fingers. “Here or in our bed?”
Mikayla gasped. It wasn’t from the lack of sudden heat where my fingers had been inside her. No. It was from my slip of the tongue. Or was it a slip? Since she’d come back, I envisioned her with me all the time. Pictured our life together and what it would look like.
“It’syourbed. Not mine.” Her voice was strained.
I hated that she sounded upset. I wanted her speechless from dozens of orgasms rolling through her not from worries.
