"Are you going to spank me sir?" The change in him was immediate, he went from threatening and angry to seductive and domineering in the blink of an eye.
"You bet your soon-to-be pink ass I am." He was quite happy to do so, I could see it in the way his palms twitched. I expected him to bend me over his knee and use his hand, but he started to leave the room, I followed.
He had the paddle in his hand when I got into the room and I whimpered. Sure it was pink, but it stung, and the little heart shaped imprints left a wicked mark. It was one of Daddy's favorite things.
He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I shuffled across the floor and finally sat down on the bed, continuously eyeing the paddle.
Daddy slid his hand over my leg and i held my breath when his hand slipped up under the hem of my night shirt. His hand didn't move up any further, it just stayed in that maddening place that's too close to be ignored. Then before I could form another thought I was being flung over his knee and my ass was bare. I braced myself even though I knew he wouldn't spank me right away.
He ran his hand teasingly over my ass, squeezing it every once in a while. When there was a pause in his touch I knew what came next, and the sting made my eyes water. His hand smoothed out away for just a second before the next wiz of leather flying through air and sharp declaration of contact. I bit my lip but I wasn't sure if it was to keep from crying or to keep myself from asking for more.
I was going to get more whether I asked for it or not, and he made me count all ten or he would just start back over. By the time he was done punishing me my ass was on fire and his pants were about to pop open. I took my chance and slid to my knees on the floor.
I didn't know if i was still in trouble so I acted slowly. First running my hands up his legs and lastly rubbing against his crotch until I didn't think the material could take it. I kept my eyes on his as I unbuttoned and pulled off his jeans and then his briefs. He didn't say a word when I wrapped my hand around him and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. He seemed to enjoy it, he let a small sound escape and it told me I was doing something right. I licked him again then wrapped my lips around the head. I watched his face as his eyes rolled back, his jaw went slack when I swirled my tongue over it in mischievous circles.
He reached forward and tangled his hand in my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth. I took my time and finally brought him to his breaking point. He wrapped his hands around my arms and pulled me first to me feet and then down onto the bed. Even still he was intimidating and dark.
The first bite was on my left thigh and I gripped the bed sheets in my fists as his teeth dug into my skin hard enough to bruise. The other thigh was given a mark to match. When his tongue hit my clit my body jerked, and when he started to play with it my body couldn't stay still with the overload of pleasure, it was almost too much. He was a master of tongue-craft and easily brought me to the edge of my release, but when he knew I was about to cum he stopped. I looked down at him, pouting and exasperated. He just chuckled and moved up my body.
His entrance was slow and teasing, giving me a few inches and then taking them away. I wanted to grab his hips and pull him into me. But I had to be good right now. I closed my eyes and kept myself still as he eased into me. I felt his hips meet mine and I shivered.
"I'm going to make myself cum Kitty, and I'm going to use you to do it." He was whispering into my ear, making my whole body come alive with little goosebumps all over.
"Please sir." Was all I could say. He started to move his hips, his pace slow and steady. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound but he used his thumb pull my lower lip from between my teeth.
"None of that now." He practically growled, never breaking his pace. I let go of my lip and let my jaw hang slack, already breathing heavily. He slammed into me without warning and I whimpered. "Get used to it little girl." He slammed into me again, making my body jerk and my hands clench into fists, twisting the bedsheets.
