Page 103 of Merciless Daddy

“Again.”

“Bed at eleven-thirty unless we agree otherwise.”

“Did we agree otherwise tonight?”

“No, Daddy.”

Seven.

Her ass moved under the blow. Not away. Up.

My cock pressed hard against the inside of my trousers.

I ignored it.

Eight landed with a crisp sound over her left cheek. Her skin had turned a clear, even pink. I spread my fingers over it, checking heat.

“How are you?”

“Good.”

“Breathing?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

She made a sound into the cushion. Not pain. The praise had reached lower.

I felt the change in her immediately. Her thighs tightened. Her bare hips made a tiny motion against my lap, instinctive and searching.

“Still.”

She stopped.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Yes.”

“How many in the next set?”

She thought.

“Six.”

“You will count all six. Then we check again.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Nine landed lower on the right.

She gasped.

Ten on the left.

Her fingers curled into the cushion.

Eleven, harder, across the center.