Her face burned and she knew it was red as a tomato as Drake’s gaze traveled down and then back up her body as he unfolded her pajamas. He tossed the shorts over one shoulder as he dealt with the yellow tank top that had the eyes and beak of a rubber duck on the front.
Lacy raised her arms and he dropped the shirt over them then smoothed it down her body.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he ordered gently as he knelt in front of her and held the shorts out for her to step into.
She set her hands on his shoulders and massaged them as she lifted first one foot and then the other, stepping into the shorts. He slowly pulled them up her legs, but just before he covered her panties, he tapped the nose of the duck with two fingers.
“Cute.”
Her pussy tightened, but before she could react further, he pulled the shorts into place and stood.
“Such a good girl for letting Daddy help you get dressed,” he said before leaning down and dropping a kiss on her nose. “Now, let’s go eat and then we’ll get your spanking out of the way.”
Lacy took a breath and made her first request. “Could we do the spanking first and get it over with?”
“You want your spanking before you eat?”
“My stomach is all squirmy and I don’t think I’ll be able to eat,” she admitted softly.
Drake looked away for a moment before nodding. “That makes sense. And I don’t want my Lacy-girl to not eat.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed where he sat down. “We’ll do it in this room so you’ll be able to sleep in my room without the spanking energy lingering.”
Lacy nodded, then allowed him to guide her over his lap. She shifted and tightened the muscles of her ass as he lowered her shorts and panties to expose the bare skin.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Melon, Daddy.”
“Use it if you need to,” he said as he rubbed his right hand over the twin globes of her ass.
“Yes, Daddy.” Lacy took deep breaths as she tried to remain relaxed as she waited for the first smack of Drake’s hand.
Only it didn’t come. Twisting, she looked over her shoulder and found him simply staring at her ass.
“Daddy? You okay?”
He blinked and looked at her. “I’m fine, Lacy-girl. Just admiring this perfect ass for a moment before I turn it bright red.”
With that, he raised his hand and she turned back around and prepared herself. It was still several seconds before his hand landed for the first time, still catching her by surprise. Shesucked in a breath and worked to hold back a cry as her skin heated.
“Don’t hold back, Lacy. I want to hear your cries,” Drake said as his hand came down a second time on the opposite side of her ass.
She could not keep silent this time, and a squeak escaped.
After that, the spanks came hard and fast, covering her entire ass and sit-spots with heat and pain. She lost count after the first handful, but Drake continued spanking her until she had collapsed and began sobbing into the bed covers. Only then did he pull her panties and shorts up over her hot ass and twist her around so she was sitting on his lap, crying on his shoulder.
He held her tight and murmured to her as she released all the wiggly worms that had taken up residence in her stomach.
“Shh, babygirl. It’s all over. You were such a good girl to take your spanking so well. All is forgiven.”
When she finally settled and rested heavily against him sniffing and wiping at her wet cheeks with her palm, he reached over and grabbed a washcloth that was conveniently waiting on the nightstand. Leaning her back, he wiped her face dry and helped her blow her nose.
“Feel better?” he asked as he brushed a kiss on her forehead.
“I guess,” she said with a sniff.
“What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned as he studied her face.
