Page 45 of Daddy's Little Sunshine
After the first few slow, steady strokes, he increased the tempo. Until he was, as promised, fucking her poor bottom hole. Melissa begged and pleaded and promised to never be naughty ever again, but he didn’t stop. When the pain was almost more than she could take, he slipped his hand between her thighs again and circled her swollen clit.
“Daddy,” she moaned his name, pushing back against him as he pushed into her again.
“You want to come, sunshine?”
“Please, Daddy!”
His voice was a low growl when he spoke. “Did you learn your lesson? Are you going to follow the rules?”
“Yes, yes, I promise!”
Toying with her clit, he tortured her a while longer until she thought she might die from the mixture of the pleasure and pain he was inflicting on her. “Daddy, please!”
“Come for me, sunshine.”
Pleasure washed over her, momentarily overshadowing the pain. And even when the pain made itself known again, it just mixed with the pleasure in a blend so overwhelmingly perfect she thought she might float away on it. Daddy slammed his cock into her bottom one final time, and her cheeks flushed at the feeling of him filling her. When he was done, her ass felt raw and used beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
But when he stretched out on the bed and gathered her to his chest, her heart was lighter and happier than ever. She curled into him with a little sigh. “I really am sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
With a gentleness completely at odds with the punishment he’d just delivered, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know, sunshine. But we have rules for a reason. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. “I know. I’ll do better, I promise.”
“That’s my good girl. Get some sleep. Santa won’t come if you stay up all night.”
Snuggling into him, she giggled. “I thought Santa just came.”
“Smart ass little girl. Go to sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She rolled onto her side to face the window. “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sunshine?”
“Do you think we’ll have fresh snow tomorrow? I want to build another snowman.”
Daddy laughed and pulled her closer. “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
Grinning, she watched the first few flakes float past the window. “It’s definitely going to snow. Merry Christmas, Daddy.”
“Merry Christmas, sunshine.”
The End
