She moaned softly as she parted them farther. Her breasts jiggled, making his cock uncomfortably hard.
He stepped to her side, set a palm on her back, and slid his other hand under her to fondle her nipple. When she flinched, he reprimanded her. “Stay still, Rylee. No moving. If you lift your hands, I’ll spank you harder. Same goes for moving your feet or trying to lean away from my palm. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy and weak.
He tweaked her nipple, twisting it and pulling on it several times while she obediently kept her position. “Do naughty girls get to come after a spanking?”
“No, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“That’s right. It’s a shame your own arousal doesn’t affect you as much as mine does. If you could smell the come dripping down your thighs right now you would lose your mind.”
She started panting.
Hayes released her nipple and switched hands so that he could steady her with one hand at the small of her back and one over her bottom. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lifted his palm and gave her bottom a firm swat. She was used to getting spanked regularly by now, so he didn’t need a lengthy warmup. She knew what to expect. She held her position beautifully for him, swaying only slightly.
“Good girl,” he praised before he continued to spank her. She’d known this would happen when she’d taken off running through the house, sassing him, and acting as though she would open the front door without permission.
Hayes watched as her bottom grew darker and darker before he finally stopped spanking her red skin. She was gasping for breath, and arousal was running down the insides of her thighs, but she didn’t move an inch.
“Keep your dress in your hands and go stand in the corner, Baby girl,” he commanded.
She shuffled across the living room and through the open kitchen to the corner that had been assigned for timeouts. Keeping the yellow material wadded in her fists, she faced the corner and parted her feet.
Hayes pulled out a kitchen chair and sat to watch her. It wasn’t necessary for her compliance. He did it because knowing he was behind her heightened her need. He also did it because there was nothing sexier than watching his Little girl’s naked bottom all red and angry while she submitted to him.
Rylee didn’t cry because that wasn’t the nature of their spanking sessions. It never had been. Some Little girls wailed and carried on when their Daddies spanked them. Not Rylee. She enjoyed the dynamic, and she got off on submitting to him. For her, this was foreplay. Later tonight, he would praise her and show her how much he fucking loved her.
As soon as she started to tremble, it was time to end the timeout. He didn’t want her to become uncomfortable, nor did he mean for her corner time to seem like actual punishment. Itwas only meant to give her time to catch her breath after a hard spanking and rein in her arousal.
“Come here, Little one.”
She turned around and padded toward him. Normally she would still be wearing her dress. The fact that she was holding it in a wad in front of her was his way of shaking things up a bit. It worked. Her little nipples were hard as rocks.
He spread his legs, encouraging her to step closer without saying a word. As soon as she was between them, he took the dress from her and set it on the table. “Clasp your hands behind your back, Baby girl.”
A soft whimper escaped her lips as she shuddered. So fucking sexy.
He stroked up and down her biceps several times before using one finger to draw circles around her nipples.
Rylee swayed toward him, panting.
“Look how pretty your breasts are, Rylee,” he commanded.
She lowered her gaze and moaned.
He didn’t dare tap her nipples directly. She was so turned on she would probably come from the simplest contact. But he liked the way she was breathing heavily from the stimulation. More foreplay.
Finally, he stopped, picked up her dress, and held it over her head. “Arms up, naughty girl.”
She lifted her small arms for him and let him slide the dress down her body.
“Diaper?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
