Her back bare, her tits pressed against my outer thigh, with her full, round ass up in the air waiting for me to abuse and worship it.
I gave a light, testing sort of smack—just enough to sting and make her jump—to the very bottom of her left cheek, right at the juncture where it turned into smooth thigh.
“Remind me of your safeword, angel,” I half growled. As she breathlessly recited the stoplight, I idly massaged her bare ass, alternating between spreading the cheeks and pressing them together.
I couldn’t help myself.
It looked good enough to bite.
Maybe, if she did well through her punishment, I’d do just that. Another little reward for her good behavior.
The first hard smack to her waiting flesh clearly surprised her. She let out another adorable yelp, and the sound struck me like lightning straight to my groin.
Good.
I didn’t want her to feel that she was in control of this punishment. She needed to know that she was at my mercy, and more than that, she needed to be driven to distraction by the fact.
I wanted her pussy dripping with desire for me, for more, even as her ass started to bruise.
It was promising that she took the next hard thwack with less of a yelp, more of a moan. I watched the red bloom across her creamy skin, ran my palm in circles around it a little before I wound back for another hard, fast smack.
This time, she reallydidmoan. And it almost sounded like,“More.”
“You’re enjoying this punishment, aren’t you?” I asked her, my tone cool and unmoved even as my hand twitched with the need to connect with her plump behind again.
Watching the firm mound bounce from the force of my blows was hypnotic.
She squirmed in my lap, and when she didn’t answer me with her words, I spanked her again, harder this time. She gasped, and I told her, “Answer me, angel.”
“Y-yes,” she started, and when another slap met her answer, she got it. “Yes, Daddy.” She moaned the word, and the sound only continued, grew more needy with the next strike of my palm.
“Mm,” I let out. “Me, too. I enjoy the sight of your round little ass all red for me.”
She practically sobbed her next moan, and I rewarded the sound with a rough massage over one of the tender places I’d been spanking.
I wanted more from her. Even as she kept taking the spanking like a champ, she could give me more for her…indiscretion.
I wouldn’t be able to get the image of her stroking her pussy on my bed out of my mind for the rest of my life.
How was I supposed to lie in this same bed alone at night and go to sleep without having to jerk myself off first like a horny teenager every time?
Ridiculous. Unforgivable.
“Tell me how it feels,” I told Frankie with another quick spank as punctuation. “If you’re gonna enjoy the punishment, you have to give me more. You need to learn your lesson.”
“My lesson?” she breathed.
“That your pleasure doesn’t belong to you anymore,” I almost growled, surprising myself with the fire of emotion in it. “Not while you’re here. Not while you’re ours.”
I paired the declaration with three more hard smacks to her ass, alternating between the cheeks.
The little menace seemed to wriggle into an even better position, sticking her sexy ass further in the air, spreading her thighs the tiniest bit so that I could see the glistening entrance to her body, could so easily slide a finger inside it and feel the way she gripped me tight with the need for more.
Her body was begging for this, for the pleasure she’d been denied before she met me.
Like it knew how perfectly suited she was to this kind of sexual bliss.
I wanted to groan and thrust up into her, to get some friction, when Frankie finally spoke. “It…it hurts. But it feels good, too.”
