Turning my head, sharp, I glared at him. “No way. I don’t think I can. In fact, I’m not sure if I’m still able to walk when I wake up.”
“Well, you seem to have walked just fine enough coming over,” he said, placing his hand on my shoulder and stroking me.
“That’s the adrenaline still in my body, once I’ve slept, I might not be able to walk again.”
He cooed, getting closer, his mouth to my ear, his soft tone tickling the hairs on my neck. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that, I made you that other promise, remember?”
My thighs twitched. “I remember.”
“You want to go see how well I can keep that promise as well?”
“Only if you carry me,” I told him. “I wanna go over your shoulder.”
Daddy let out a chuckle, moving his hand to paw down on my thigh, he squeezed, already letting his fingers massage me. “I’m supposed to do that without you prompting me,” he said. “Now, clean up your toys before you get a spanking as well while you’re over my shoulder.”
I kicked a foot out, knocking all the toys across the lounge. “Oopsy.”
“Oopsy?” He shook his head. “Well, looks like I better warm this had up.” He rubbed his hands together. “You know what that means, right?”
Another leg swoop and another kick of the toys, spreading them even further out across the lounge. “Oopsy doopsy.”
“You’ve done it now, Jace.” Daddy bit down on his smiling bottom lip. “That’s two spankings, do you want to go for a third?”
I shook my head. “One for each cheek. Only fair.”
Daddy stood and stretched out in front of me, the bulge in his thermals had a pulse, throbbing right at my face. I stared at it, making as much eye contact as possible. “Oh no,” he said. “You’ve been disobedient, you don’t get this reward just yet.” He swooped back down for me, pulling me up into his arms, and throwing me over his shoulder. I’d never felt so lightweight and free before, almost like he could’ve just thrown me across the room like I was a throw cushion. At least, a throw cushion he could plow and unzip.
Marched to the bedroom, he gave my ass those two spanks along the way. I wiggled my booty as much as possible on him, but he was so strong, I didn’t even make him move.
“You gotta work on those muscles,” he said, throwing me onto the bed. I landed on my stomach with several bounces. It was fun to shake and jiggle.
I looked back at him over my shoulder. “And what about these muscles?” I gestured with my ass in the air at him. “What do you think about these two big muscles?”
His hand landed firmly on one cheek, grabbing it into a fist almost and squeezing. “Oh yeah, these will definitely do as a start.”
“And what about your muscles?” My eyes trying to glimpse at his cock as he threw himself across my legs to get at my ass.
“You’ve felt mine, they’re big and strong,” he said, squeezing my other cheek this time. “It’s ok though, I like the way yours feel.”
“And what about this one?” I tried shaking my ass, but his weight and grasp on me had my body unable to keep doing the wobble it so desperately yearned for.
Crawling up my body, Daddy sank his teeth into my ass, and then recoiled, spitting. “I need the real deal,” he said. “You gotta let me at it.”
“That’s up to you,” I said. “I’m yours to do with as you want. You just have to want to.”
Continuing up my back until he was laid directly on top of me, his legs wrapped around mine, cinching and clenching my tight. “Is this what you wanted when you told me you needed me to be your big spoon?” His mouth at my ear, his whispering soft rasp sent a shiver down my spine that my body couldn’t express because of the way he was weighing on me. “I want to press myself so deep against you that for maybe a small moment we become one.”
Now, I felt his cock, all chubbed and thick as it rubbed against my back. “If anyone can do that, it’s you.”
He kissed the back of my neck as he wrapped both hands around my torso, flipping us in the bed so that he was on his back, and I was laid on his chest. His hands didn’t stop there,exploring down the front of my body before taking hold of the zipper and like a furry shell, he pulled me out of my onesie.
I didn’t have to do anything. All I had to do was laid there and let him strip me naked while his hands explored all those muscles, he said I needed to build on. Out from under me, he rolled me on my belly again and repositioned himself between my legs, his warm hands, squeezing up the lengths of my legs, massaging my calves and thighs.
This was the stretching out he’d promised me, the promise that I wasn’t going to suffer from the pain of riding that horse. The further up my thighs he got, the more ticklish I became, to the point my legs and knees were jerking on their own. I giggled and tried not to let my legs swing at his head, but they had a life of their own.
“You’re a little squirmer tonight, aren’t ya,” he said, pinning a leg down with a hand, he stretched it out from my other legs, and with a knuckle, or something else with a pressure point, he pushed and dragged gently up my thigh, stopping just below my ass. “Let’s get these off.”
“Do you like them?” I asked, trying to look back at him. “They’ve got stars on.” I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t said anything about my underwear considering he was preoccupied with touching as much of my body as he could. I’d probably be distracted to if I had free reign over his body.
