then go straight back to touching the slickness of her aching, inner core?
He shook his head and sat back on the bed. “Did I say you could move?”
Heat engulfed her face, the flames traveling south over the swell of her breasts, and lower to collide with the constant tremors of her arousal. “No, Daddy.”
“When I tell you to do something, or not to do something, however small a command it may seem, I expect your obedience. I have to spank you now, Hanna. To teach you a lesson.”
His scolding and pronouncement that she was to be punished had her center pulsing in anticipation, and more moisture trickled between her thighs. She licked her lips as her heart pounded and pounded in her chest, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind. Before she could try to understand the cascade of emotions and sensations, Daddy lifted her up and pulled her over his lap. His large, warm hand cupped her bottom cheeks, and she held her breath, waiting for that first slap.
“Spread those legs a bit, Hanna.”
She exhaled shakily and did as he asked, parting her thighs. Her sex, which felt impossibly swollen and needy, was now on display to Daddy. A month ago, even a week ago, this position would’ve brought her great shame. So much shame that she would’ve done anything to escape it. But not today. A small amount of humiliation coursed through her, but it was nothing compared to the desire racing through her veins. Whatever Daddy was doing to her, she wanted more of it.
“Your bottom is already red from the spanking you received earlier,” he said, massaging her cheeks. His other hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place. “Did the thermometer hurt your bottom hole, Hanna?”
“No, it’s fine,” she blurted out, fearing he’d touch her most private spot again.
As if reading her mind, Daddy did just that. He splayed her cheeks apart and trailed a finger down her crevice to nudge at her bottom hole. She tensed up in an attempt to deter him from pressing inside. She had no such luck. Thick and intrusive, his finger filled her and stretched her little hole with the slight burn of his entrance. She held her breath until he stilled within her tightness. Dread mixed with delicious anticipation. She wanted him to thrust his finger in and out, to feel the slight burn as she tensed against his movements. But she also wanted him to leave her bottom alone and just get the spanking over with. He’d promised her pleasure, and the urgency she’d felt moments ago between her thighs increased with each gasping breath. Her breasts ached and tingled, and her nipples felt impossibly tight.
“Ah!” She jolted when he touched her swollen, sensitive nub. A part of her she hadn’t realized existed until Daddy had paid it attention.
“You’re going to come just like this, baby girl. Right over Daddy’s lap with a finger in your bottom hole.”
Heat infused her face at his words. So naughty and coarse. She spread her legs wider and gulped hard. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom hole. Hard. Harder. Deeper and faster. Tension coiled in her feminine core as he slid her moisture around her sensitive spot, swirling and applying just the right amount of pressure to…
“Oh, Daddy!” She cried out and bucked over his lap. Sensation gripped her, rolling through her in a wave of pulsing delight. She gripped the covers, tearing at them as she came undone.
“That’s one,” he said, his voice husky and deep.
“One?” She gasped the question.
“One orgasm. I promised you two, remember?” He withdrew his finger from her bottom and patted her thigh. The pressure of his nudging finger lingered. “But first you’re getting that spanking. You were naughty, Hanna.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“What will you do next time Daddy asks you to remain still?”
“I… uh… I won’t move.”
He continued rubbing, and she wished his hand would travel lower to circle her tight bud. Despite her release moments
He shook his head and sat back on the bed. “Did I say you could move?”
Heat engulfed her face, the flames traveling south over the swell of her breasts, and lower to collide with the constant tremors of her arousal. “No, Daddy.”
“When I tell you to do something, or not to do something, however small a command it may seem, I expect your obedience. I have to spank you now, Hanna. To teach you a lesson.”
His scolding and pronouncement that she was to be punished had her center pulsing in anticipation, and more moisture trickled between her thighs. She licked her lips as her heart pounded and pounded in her chest, and her legs trembled like leaves in the wind. Before she could try to understand the cascade of emotions and sensations, Daddy lifted her up and pulled her over his lap. His large, warm hand cupped her bottom cheeks, and she held her breath, waiting for that first slap.
“Spread those legs a bit, Hanna.”
She exhaled shakily and did as he asked, parting her thighs. Her sex, which felt impossibly swollen and needy, was now on display to Daddy. A month ago, even a week ago, this position would’ve brought her great shame. So much shame that she would’ve done anything to escape it. But not today. A small amount of humiliation coursed through her, but it was nothing compared to the desire racing through her veins. Whatever Daddy was doing to her, she wanted more of it.
“Your bottom is already red from the spanking you received earlier,” he said, massaging her cheeks. His other hand pressed against her lower back, holding her in place. “Did the thermometer hurt your bottom hole, Hanna?”
“No, it’s fine,” she blurted out, fearing he’d touch her most private spot again.
As if reading her mind, Daddy did just that. He splayed her cheeks apart and trailed a finger down her crevice to nudge at her bottom hole. She tensed up in an attempt to deter him from pressing inside. She had no such luck. Thick and intrusive, his finger filled her and stretched her little hole with the slight burn of his entrance. She held her breath until he stilled within her tightness. Dread mixed with delicious anticipation. She wanted him to thrust his finger in and out, to feel the slight burn as she tensed against his movements. But she also wanted him to leave her bottom alone and just get the spanking over with. He’d promised her pleasure, and the urgency she’d felt moments ago between her thighs increased with each gasping breath. Her breasts ached and tingled, and her nipples felt impossibly tight.
“Ah!” She jolted when he touched her swollen, sensitive nub. A part of her she hadn’t realized existed until Daddy had paid it attention.
“You’re going to come just like this, baby girl. Right over Daddy’s lap with a finger in your bottom hole.”
Heat infused her face at his words. So naughty and coarse. She spread her legs wider and gulped hard. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her bottom hole. Hard. Harder. Deeper and faster. Tension coiled in her feminine core as he slid her moisture around her sensitive spot, swirling and applying just the right amount of pressure to…
“Oh, Daddy!” She cried out and bucked over his lap. Sensation gripped her, rolling through her in a wave of pulsing delight. She gripped the covers, tearing at them as she came undone.
“That’s one,” he said, his voice husky and deep.
“One?” She gasped the question.
“One orgasm. I promised you two, remember?” He withdrew his finger from her bottom and patted her thigh. The pressure of his nudging finger lingered. “But first you’re getting that spanking. You were naughty, Hanna.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“What will you do next time Daddy asks you to remain still?”
“I… uh… I won’t move.”
He continued rubbing, and she wished his hand would travel lower to circle her tight bud. Despite her release moments
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