Page 104 of Merciless Daddy

Her ass bounced under my palm. The sensation went up my arm and straight into my cock. Her skin felt hotter now. Silkier beneath the force of each strike.

“Twelve,” she said, voice breathless.

“What rule did you break?”

“Bedtime.”

The thirteenth smack landed where her right cheek met her thigh.

She moaned.

The sound was low and involuntary.

I paused with my hand covering the mark.

“Yelena.”

“Daddy I love it.”

I waited.

She pushed her ass subtly into my palm.

“Words.”

“Daddy, I want more.”

My fingers tightened once before I relaxed them.

Fourteen landed on the opposite side.

Her whole body shuddered.

I had never found discipline arousing because of pain alone. That was too simple. Too crude.

It was trust.

Her naked body across my knees. The certainty that I could continue and the deeper certainty that I would stop. Her willingness to give me control because I had promised not to become lost inside it.

I rubbed both cheeks slowly.

They were red now, not dark. No bruising. No broken skin. The color remained even except for the lower curve, where two brighter handprints showed.

“You asked for six,” I reminded her.

“I know.”

“That set is finished.”

She turned her face enough to look at me.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her hair had fallen across her mouth. Her eyes looked bright and unfocused with arousal.

“More.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know.”