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Authors: Megan Michaels
Tags: Erotic Romance
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“I want you to straddle this, your pussy right here on the edge, while I fetch your hairbrush.”
Sassy walked slowly toward the couch, bending over it reluctantly, sliding her belly across the softened leather until, as he requested, her sex rested upon the seam at the edge.
He leaned forward, grasping a breast in each hand, pulling down on them to dangle them over the arm rest. “God, I love seeing you in this position, open and submitting with every inch of your body. I’ll be back.”
He took the opportunity to adjust himself behind the thick denim of his jeans. Dylan retrieved the implement, then strode back to the room, the cherry paddle hairbrush heavy in his hand. He slapped it against his palm within her view. “Why are you receiving the hairbrush, Sassy?”
“Because I didn’t ask Professor Parks for help with my paper. I waited until the last moment, procrastinating. And I didn’t give it all my effort.” She prepared herself by tucking her hands into her chest.
He tapped the leather lightly on her bottom. “And on top of that, you didn’t ask Daddy for help — not even once. Daddy cares about you and wants to help, making things easier for you. You need to trust me more, Sassy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The time for talk was over. He raised the brush, thwacking it down fast and hard, a flurry of heavy swats landing in a random pattern all over her bottom and upper thighs.
Brittney screeched, her hands moving from under her chest, her fingers gripping the leather so hard, her knuckles turned white.
He paused, giving her a chance to regain her composure before giving her the next set. “What will you do with your next assignment? Your extra credit assignment?” He rubbed, soothing her scorched red skin.
“I-I will ask D-daddy for help and Dr. P-Parks too.” She sniffled and hiccupped through her answer.
“Good girl. Let’s finish this part of your punishment and make sure you remember what happens to girls who don’t do their homework — or don’t do it well.”
He cracked the hard wood against her bottom — hard — making sure the swats were harsher than the initial strokes. She tried rising, and when his hand prevented that, covered her backside.
“Bad girl! There will be extras for that lack of control.” He then focused the brush to the underside of her cheeks, turning them a dark red, with purple marks beginning to bloom upon her skin. He tossed the brush aside, not wanting to bruise her any further before giving her the belt.
“I’m sorry. S-so sorry.” She murmured the words repeatedly.
He ran his hand over her back, calming her, murmuring. But there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. He picked up the belt. There wouldn’t be many — wouldn’t have to be — but the bite of the leather would leave their stinging until tomorrow at least.
“Now, we’ll deal with the lying, little girl. These will be harsh, and hopefully, your ass will begin to tingle the next time your tongue forms a lie, catching it before it slips out.” He swung the strap, the leather striking her flesh hard enough that it jiggled, her scream delayed until the burn and sting settled deep into her muscle. She would have risen, but he’d been prepared for that, his hand at her back holding her securely in place.
He gave her ten perfectly spaced strokes, the one-inch pinkish red bands edged with welts that would sting each time she sat down for the next few days, a constant reminder of her lying. He wiped her face with a tissue, weaving his belt through the loops on his pants again, watching his girl’s sobs die down.
“It was a tough lesson today, wasn’t it, girl?”
“Yes, D-Daddy.” She swiped at the tears that were still tracking down her cheeks.
“Come, here.” He pulled her up to stand in front of him, steadying her with his hands on her waist. He walked her to the kitchen table. “Sit.”
She shook her head hesitantly.
“Try again.”
Her throat visibly worked to
Sassy walked slowly toward the couch, bending over it reluctantly, sliding her belly across the softened leather until, as he requested, her sex rested upon the seam at the edge.
He leaned forward, grasping a breast in each hand, pulling down on them to dangle them over the arm rest. “God, I love seeing you in this position, open and submitting with every inch of your body. I’ll be back.”
He took the opportunity to adjust himself behind the thick denim of his jeans. Dylan retrieved the implement, then strode back to the room, the cherry paddle hairbrush heavy in his hand. He slapped it against his palm within her view. “Why are you receiving the hairbrush, Sassy?”
“Because I didn’t ask Professor Parks for help with my paper. I waited until the last moment, procrastinating. And I didn’t give it all my effort.” She prepared herself by tucking her hands into her chest.
He tapped the leather lightly on her bottom. “And on top of that, you didn’t ask Daddy for help — not even once. Daddy cares about you and wants to help, making things easier for you. You need to trust me more, Sassy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The time for talk was over. He raised the brush, thwacking it down fast and hard, a flurry of heavy swats landing in a random pattern all over her bottom and upper thighs.
Brittney screeched, her hands moving from under her chest, her fingers gripping the leather so hard, her knuckles turned white.
He paused, giving her a chance to regain her composure before giving her the next set. “What will you do with your next assignment? Your extra credit assignment?” He rubbed, soothing her scorched red skin.
“I-I will ask D-daddy for help and Dr. P-Parks too.” She sniffled and hiccupped through her answer.
“Good girl. Let’s finish this part of your punishment and make sure you remember what happens to girls who don’t do their homework — or don’t do it well.”
He cracked the hard wood against her bottom — hard — making sure the swats were harsher than the initial strokes. She tried rising, and when his hand prevented that, covered her backside.
“Bad girl! There will be extras for that lack of control.” He then focused the brush to the underside of her cheeks, turning them a dark red, with purple marks beginning to bloom upon her skin. He tossed the brush aside, not wanting to bruise her any further before giving her the belt.
“I’m sorry. S-so sorry.” She murmured the words repeatedly.
He ran his hand over her back, calming her, murmuring. But there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. He picked up the belt. There wouldn’t be many — wouldn’t have to be — but the bite of the leather would leave their stinging until tomorrow at least.
“Now, we’ll deal with the lying, little girl. These will be harsh, and hopefully, your ass will begin to tingle the next time your tongue forms a lie, catching it before it slips out.” He swung the strap, the leather striking her flesh hard enough that it jiggled, her scream delayed until the burn and sting settled deep into her muscle. She would have risen, but he’d been prepared for that, his hand at her back holding her securely in place.
He gave her ten perfectly spaced strokes, the one-inch pinkish red bands edged with welts that would sting each time she sat down for the next few days, a constant reminder of her lying. He wiped her face with a tissue, weaving his belt through the loops on his pants again, watching his girl’s sobs die down.
“It was a tough lesson today, wasn’t it, girl?”
“Yes, D-Daddy.” She swiped at the tears that were still tracking down her cheeks.
“Come, here.” He pulled her up to stand in front of him, steadying her with his hands on her waist. He walked her to the kitchen table. “Sit.”
She shook her head hesitantly.
“Try again.”
Her throat visibly worked to
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