“So, what do good girls get then?” she asked with a slightly teasing tone to the words.
He smirked. “They get their butts warmed up with my belt, and then they get fucked long and hard.” His hand dropped down to the waistband of his pants in a meaningful gesture—and then he frowned. A comical look of annoyance crossed his face and she realized that he’d forgotten that he’d already changed out of his jeans and into loose lounging pants before she arrived.
She couldn’t hold back the giggles and he squinted at her. “Laughing at Daddy is going to get you in trouble, brat,” he said. The irritated scowl was mostly, she thought, in play, but when he headed for his discarded work clothes, and the belt still tucked through the loops, she felt a dizzying rush of excited panic.
She squeaked nervously as he snatched up the pants and freed the belt in one quick motion. It made a loud hissing sound as it zipped through the loops and the noise seemed to ignite some primitive instinct that had her on the verge of taking off for the door.
He seemed to sense the impending flight and his eyes narrowed, brows sinking down low. “Don’t you dare,” he warned her.
Her eyes darted towards the door anyway as she judged her chances, and then she stopped and almost laughed at herself. She’d actually forgotten for a moment that this was just a little bit of roleplay to set the scene. The last thing she wanted to do was leave the bedroom, and she gave him an innocent look that implied she would never even consider running.
But it did make her wonder just briefly before she got distracted by the other things that were about to happen, if punishment was really something she wanted after all. If even the threat of it in play was enough to make her consider running, then maybe it wasn’t for her. But now, in many ways, it was too late.
She knew what she’d set in motion was going to happen. It wasn’t necessarily because he’d refuse to let her change her mind, but because she would regret it if he did. And maybe she’d resent it too, because what she wanted and needed was so much more than a bedroom game. But that was for later, for right now she was going to enjoy herself.
“I’m not going anywhere, Daddy,” she assured him. She’d left her hair hanging loose and now she tossed it over her shoulder as she gave him a haughty look. The intent was to imply he couldn’t scare her enough that she would even consider trying to escape.
He snorted and shook his head. “I want you on the bed, Charlie. On all fours. Let’s see if I can knock some of the sass out of you.” He doubled the belt in his hands and snapped it.
The loud*Crack!*of leathermade her jump and sent her scrambling onto the bed in immediate obedience. On her hands and knees, facing away from him, she twisted a little so she could look over her shoulder and watch what he was doing.
One eyebrow went up when he caught her peeking. “You don’t need to be watching me, Charlie. Put your head down to the blankets and keep it there.” He moved in, pushing her thighs apart so that she was forced to shift her knees, spreading for him. His hand went right to her dripping core and began to tease her with light strokes.
Her back arched, pushing back for more and he gave her wet pussy a stinging slap. “Greedy girl, none of that. First, we’re going to see about teaching you to follow my lead, and then we’ll see about your reward for being a good girl.”
She couldn’t help the protesting whine that escaped, and even with her head buried in her arms he heard it and delivered a second stinging smack to her parted folds. He caught her clit with the tip of one finger and it hurt, but in an amazing way it made her want more. Filled with conflicting needs, she rocked forward with a whimper and then back again, pushing her ass out.
“Yeah, you stay right like that,” he said in a voice full of approval for the wanton way she was displaying herself. A few seconds later she heard the belt swing, and it landed across the swell of her ass. She jumped, expecting pain, but no it had been a teasing test strike that just lightly smacked against her skin and she had to resist the urge to give him a dirty look for tricking her.
It was probably good because the first real stroke came immediately after, landing with a solid smacking sound that echoed in the small room and startled a gasp out of her. He didn’t stop there but continued into a slow series of carefully aimed slaps. Each one seemed to sting just a little more than the one before, and always found a new place to land until the heat had spread to cover her entire backside and most of her thighs, too.
There was just enough time between them for her to accept the pain and compose herself before another would arrive. She found she’d developed a nice steady rocking back and forth motion that had her constantly moving, but occasionally she’d have trouble forcing herself to back up for the next one and he’d pause to massage the burning flesh.
It wasn’t a gentle massage, his hands were calloused from work, rough, and he made no effort to caress the skin. Instead he squeezed and fondled until she wasn’t sure if it was actually hurting more than the leather, but something about the possessive way he gripped her was so primal, so sexual that she loved it anyway.
That it wasn’t a real punishment was obvious from the way he eased back whenever it got to be too much. But also, in the way his fingers would push into her, thrusting until she was moaning and shaking, bringing her just to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. He was enjoying himself; so was she.
“Please, please, please,” was pouring out of her mouth in a constant flow of needy begging, but she barely even knew what she was pleading for. Definitely not for him to stop. The searing belt strokes burned like fire when they landed but the heat quickly spread out, rolling through her body until it seemed to settle in her core with a low steady pulse.
Her words shifted from begging to demanding when Sam worked two fingers inside of her and began to thrust at just the right angle to push her over the edge. Her body tensed as tight as a bow string. “Now, please! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she cried.
“Trying to be the boss again, little girl? Naw, I don’t think so.” He rewarded her by pulling his hand away.
“Noooooo!” she wailed, and her feet kicked against the bed comically in frustration. She was so busy being dramatic that she didn’t pay attention to what he was doing, but she quickly found out that playtime was not over, not even close.
Sam had shifted his grip on the belt, holding it so the last six inches of leather hung loose and then he angled it and swept it up between her legs to slap her plump mound firmly.
She yelped, “Sam, no!” and pulled her legs shut to protect the tender area. Her sex, swollen with arousal and spread wide like the petals of a flower was so vulnerable to the surprising leather bite.
“Nuh-uh, Charlie. You better spread those legs right now, or you’ll regret it,” he warned her.
The sternness in his voice made her shudder because she could tell, playing or not, that he meant what he said. She hesitated and he seemed to relent a little and his voice took on a more reassuring tone, “This isn’t punishment right now, Charlie, you can stop it if it’s too much.”
“Don’t even think about it!” she blurted and then quickly corrected herself, “I mean…um, no, I’m good thank you. Please don’t stop, Sam!”Stop it? Now? Oh, hell no.She was loving it all way too much. She quickly wiggled her knees back apart, resuming the position she’d held before.
“Good girl, now keep them there.” He began to use the belt again, just that last little bit of leather, and there wasn’t much strength behind the upward flip of his wrist.
She kept jumping with each one, expecting it to hurt badly, until she realized that it didn’t even sting all that much. It was more of a thuddy pressure and the steady thumping felt so good that she thought she could come from it if he kept going. Her extreme reactions had been more from fear than actual pain, and once she noticed it was sending ripples from the slight force straight to her clit she stopped trying to move away. Instead, she let her legs shift just a little further apart to give him better access.
