“On their bare bottoms,” Micah said, the words innocent and yet sounding so very naughty coming from her lips.
“Is that all that happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies?” Stone asked, using the opportunity to take the lobe of her ear between his teeth to give it a little nip as if to encourage her to be a bit more forthright.
“Noooo.” The single syllable word sounded far lengthier as she drew it out, her body contracting at the sensation.
Her Daddy had told her he loved the fact she was so reactive to the smallest sensations, but right now, she wished she had the ability to hide how his every touch affected her.
“Tell me what happens, babygirl,” he asked, letting the very tip of his tongue flick across what she could visualize being a small red indentation on her ear caused by his teeth.
All it took was one press of his fingertip into that dark, tight hole for her to find her voice.
“When I’m naughty, I get a bare bottom spanking and then I get… I get, ummm, taken.”
Taken was such an archaic word for what he was about to do to her, and though she enjoyed reading historical romances where such a word was quite common, she knew she’d used it to avoid adding another round of swats to her backside by swearing. While she could get by with being more colorful in her talk when in bed while Big, cursing was definitely not allowed when she was in her Little headspace.
“I’m not taking you anywhere, am I, Micah?”
Well, we are going on vacation.
And how many additional spanks would letting those words slip free earn her? Not the least bit curious to find out, she said, “No, Sir.”
“That’s right. So what is your Daddy going to do after he’s turned this naughty bottom bright red?”
“Um… you’re going to… to ‘f-word’ me, Daddy.”
Stone barked out a laugh. “What a clever little girl you are.”
She might be trembling, every sense heightened by her position, every exhale he made wafting warmth across her ear, the tip of his finger buried partially inside her naughty hole making her jealous pussy clench in need, her naked body clothed only in goosebumps, but she remained cognizant enough to avoid adding to her punishment by cursing. He seemed to appreciate that fact. Perhaps that would keep her punishment to just a quick hand spanking and keep his cock out of her…
“That’s right. Daddy’s going to bury his cock in your tight little ass to remind you that telling lies is a very naughty thing to do.”
Yep, he’s definitely going to f-word your bottom.
Telling her inner voice to shut up almost made her miss the kiss he placed on that special spot just behind her ear. She couldn’t have stopped the purr of pleasure if her very life depended on it. She yearned for another, but felt his heat disappear as he straightened.
“Step back and go bend over the end of the bed beside the suitcase, Micah,” he instructed.
That answered the question of where he’d direct her to go. She’d made the walk-of-shame a few times back in college, but having her Daddy instruct her to bend her naughty self over their bed was a far more humiliating walk as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him while she crossed the few feet to the bed. Of course that meant she had to look at the item that had started this whole thing, her stupid pink suitcase.
Right, let’s blame it on an inanimate object.
She didn’t have time to berate her inner voice before his next question had her redefining the meaning of humiliation.
“My, my, you’re so very wet, aren’t you?” he asked as if she wasn’t aware of how slick she’d become during their conversation.
“I’m sor…” Micah broke off before completing the phrase she had once used far too often. It had taken Stone many months to undo her urge to apologize for any mistake she’d ever made, for everything that kept her being the perfect student, the perfect intern, the perfect daughter. Once she’d met Stone, her entire world had changed. He’d dipped into what appeared to be a bottomless pool of patience to convince her she had very little to ever be sorry about. On those rare occasions when an apology was fitting, once it was made and a punishment given, she was instantly forgiven, the misstep forgotten. She dared a quick glance at him and saw the soft curl of his lip and knew he was proud of her for catching herself this time. They both knew she truly had no control over how her body physically reacted to what he was doing to it.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m very wet,” she amended.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised, moving to stand at her side and running his palm over her bottom.
She normally loved the feel of his skin against hers, but she discovered she wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about his touch when he added, “Daddy loves the fact that your pussy weeps for him. Let’s get this spanking out of the way and those tears freed from both your eyes and this weeping kitty. How does that sound, little one?”
“Really good, and sorta bad,” she said, not bothering to even fib about the fact she knew there would be a bit of pain to endure before it morphed to enhance the pleasure she obviously hoped would follow.
She heard him chuckle and dropped her gaze only to be confronted by the sight of the bulge behind his zipper. It had definitely grown. She might be unable to hide the fact she was aroused despite being about to receive a spanking, but her Daddy couldn’t hide his arousal either. For some reason, that seemed to help… well, it did until his hand lifted from her butt and then descended.
The distinctive sound of flesh slapping against flesh cracked in the confines of the room to be quickly joined by another. While Micah kept silent for the first dozen, by the time the second began, her toes were attempting to dig into the floor and her bottom wagged a bit as if to avoid the strokes it knew were still to come.
