Her soft ass cheeks, first one, and then the other.
"Tell me why you're getting a spanking" I said.
"Cause I was doin' a naughty thing, " she lisped.
"What kind of naughty thing were you doing? Show Daddy what you were doing."
She whimpered, " But Daaaaa-deeee, do I haaave to?"
Without answering, I slapped her ass cheeks suddenly and forcefully, twice on each cheek. She squealed and turned around quickly, grabbing her cheeks and rubbing. She started to sniffle.
"NOW. SHOW. ME." I said firmly.
"Yes Daddy," she said immediately. She hooked the waistband of her tiny thong panties and yanked them to her knees and then stood looking at me through her locks with a look of petulant remorse. The pout was back, and as usual, though it was Kryptonite, weakened and disoriented me.
Fighting through the fog, I managed, "That pout of yours is only going to make your spanking last longer and be harder, you know."
"Don' care!" she whispered.
"What? What was that" I demanded.
"Nothin' Daddy! I didn't say nothin'...I proooo-miiiiise!"
"Wow! Talking back AND lying, to boot. You must really want a big, big spanking, don't you, you bad girl! Now stop talking and start showing!"
"Okay, Daddy," she sniffed.
She hobbled over to stand between my open knees and stood with her perfect, hairless slit inches from my face. A gold bead was at the top of the slit. Immediately below was the pink bead that was her clit. It was swollen and extended beyond the tiny pink lips that encased it. In an instant, my mouth was glued to her and I tongued feverishly at both beads, first biting at them, and then sucking, while all the while, my tongue never ceased licking. I was like a man who was dying of thirst at a spring. I could not drink in enough. The sweet juice that poured forth only made me more ravenous and I was lost in an ecstasy. She climaxed and the convulsions forced the lubricants of her pussy to be wrung out onto my grateful, waiting tongue. I reached out to push her panties to the floor but stopped short of doing so. Somehow the picture of her standing submissively in front of me was only heightened by the fact that her panties were in a way forcing and enforcing her helplessness.
Weakened and unsteady by her orgasm, she collapsed forward against me, abruptly forcing her left nipple into my mouth. Though still covered by her bra and blouse, I bit through the fabric until I caught her swollen nipple between my teeth and bit down. Not too hard- just hard enough to cause her to moan softly. At that, I yanked her tits out and went for the same nipple, except now with my lips covering my teeth. After an eternity of bliss with that nipple, I turned my mouth to the other, while I tweaked the abandoned one roughly with my fingers. Her moans had turned to an urgent whimpering. Her hand dropped to my lap and began to trace the outline of my erection, which throbbed beneath my white canvas work pants. With some effort, I released her succulent nipple and said,
"Not so fast, you bad girl. You still have not shown me why you are getting a spanking."
"'K, Daddy," she breathed.
