“Yes, Sir.”
I’m glad Bryson has agreed to keep an eye on Lillian because I don’t want to shift my attention away from Simone. I know her sister is in good hands with him.
I pick up the pace and pressure, watching closely as the blissful expression on my girl’s face deepens. She’s in her happy place. I keep going, covering every inch of skin around her bottom. I skip over the place where her panties are bunched up, but I spank the backs of her thighs, too.
I’m marginally aware when the door opens and closes very quietly. This is Bryson letting Lillian out. I don’t think Simone is paying enough attention to realize her sister has left. She’s too in her own head already.
When I pause to check on her again, she’s purring. “I’m going to take your panties off now, Little one.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers.
Bryson is near her head. He can’t see her bottom. I don’t think him seeing her nudity is as cringy as Lillian doing so. He’s not related to her.
Simone sighs deeply when her panties disappear. She doesn’t hesitate to spread her thighs and resettle her knees on the padding without any instructions from me. I suspect the elastic around her legs felt restrictive. She likes the exposure. She likes knowing I’ll have easier access to her pussy when the time is right.
I spank her harder, being sure to include the newly exposed skin. When I take a moment to slip my fingers between her legs to check her wetness, she lifts her head and moans.
I don’t linger. I want to verify that she’s soaked, and she is. Dripping. Just as I expected. “Head down, Little one.” I don’t want her to strain her neck. She’ll end up very sore tomorrow if I let her hold her head up.
She whimpers in protest as she drops her cheek to the padding.
“Such a good girl. Good obedient girls get rewarded.” I give her several hard spanks before rubbing her red-hot skin.
“Daddy…” The one word is drawn out. She doesn’t want me to stop.
I glance at Bryson. He’s rubbing his chin, and he smiles. Apparently, he approves because he nods before silently leaving the room.
“Don’t move, Little one,” I order. I have an idea, and I shuffle toward the armoire and open it. A quick scan of the contents reveals what I was hoping for. I grab the wooden ruler and return to Simone’s side.
The first thing I do is slap my palm.
Simone flinches and then clenches her butt cheeks.
“You wanted Daddy to use a ruler, Little one.”
She swallows. “Please, Daddy.”
The sting from the ruler is going to be far more intense than my palm, so I tap her heated globes without much force the first time.
My Little girl wiggles her bottom and pushes back, silently asking for more.
The next swat is harder, and she yelps.
“Too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. Do it again, please.”
I slap her skin with the ruler lower, closer to her thighs.
Simone cries out. “Oh… God… I’m going to come.”
That’s unexpected, but I’d like to see if she can come from this level of pain. I switch my attention between her face and her rear, lining the wooden strip up where I want to swat her next before giving her two sharp slaps that resonate around the room.
Simone arches her head back and moans loudly.
I drop the ruler and thrust two fingers into her tight cunt. Fuck me. She’s pulsing, her release easily obtained without me touching her. My only job now is to push her from one orgasm into two.
She’s panting when I finally remove my fingers. Her body is shaking. Still, she manages to speak. “Daddy…please. I need you.”
