“No, I’m kind.I punish my little girl so there’s never any irritation that hasn’t been dealt with.Your bottom will always pay when you displease me,” he said, patting her tingling ass.
Her skin flushed all over, heat crawling up and down her arms and legs, her backside throbbing.She wanted him to touch between her legs, but he seemed to purposely avoid her pussy, circling all around her bottom and lower thighs without ever more than a brush on her nether lips.
“I’m going to finish your spanking with a strap.If you lie down and take it like a good girl, I’ll give you twenty strokes.If you’re naughty, I will start the twenty over.”
Her head jerked up and she looked over her shoulder at him, reaching back to cover her bottom as if he already had the strap.“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
He helped her to stand and shame washed through her.She stood with her head bowed, her fingers knit in front of her.Joel stacked two pillows from his bed on top of one another and pointed to the pile.“Lie over those.”
“But Daddy…” she whined.Somehow, she’d really become a child, incapable of any mature response.
“Now, Marissa,” he said, his voice hardening.
“Daddy, you’re embarrassing me,” she moaned as she laid over the pillows, her bare bottom high in the air for his punishment.
“Open your knees wider.”
She started to obey and then stopped.That would expose her pussy for the strap.“Please don’t make me do that, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Open them, Marissa.Daddy wants to see your glistening little pussy while he whips you.”
Reluctantly, she slid her knees wider.
He slapped her bottom and then dipped two fingers over her slit.
“Oh!”she exclaimed.
But he withdrew them all too soon.
“Please, Daddy?Please touch me again?”
“No, little girl.When you’ve been naughty, you can’t expect Daddy to pleasure you before you’ve been punished, can you?”
“No, sir,” she said with a sigh.
He went to a drawer and opened it, pulling out a wide leather strap.
She shuddered.
“Yes, Rissa Roo.You earned a strapping.”The skin on her bottom crawled in anticipation of the whipping.Would it be easier to take than his horrid hairbrush?
He placed a hand lightly on her low back and swung.The whoosh of the strap flying through the air arrived just before the sound of its slap across her cheeks.
“Ughn,” she groaned, closing her lips and ducking her head into his soft bedspread.
He brought the strap down again and she gasped.
By the third stripe, the first one had begun to burn as if on fire.“Ahh,” she moaned.
He continued to leather her, making neat stripes down to her thighs and back up again.By the time he reached a dozen, she couldn’t stand the pain.No thought preceded it, she simply scrambled off the pillows and slid off the bed.
“Where do you think you’re going Marissa Sparks?”
She covered her face with her hands.“It hurts,” she whined.
“What did I tell you?If you took it well, I would give you twenty strokes, but if you didn’t cooperate, we would start over from the beginning.”
“No-o,” she moaned.She rubbed her smarting ass.“I can’t.It hurts, Daddy.Please don’t spank me anymore.”
