I squirm between Daddy's legs, laying my head on his thigh and curling into the warmth of his body, his leg snug against my back. I slip my hand over his knee and up inside the leg of his shorts, trailing my fingers lightly over the hairs there.
"Careful." Daddy's head is leaned back against the wall behind the couch and his eyes are closed, but his hand comes up to gently pet my head.
I look up, my own fingers creeping higher. "How come?" I ask coyly, then lay my head back down.
I feel his chuckle reverberate through my cheek. "You're playing with fire, little one."
My fingers creep up farther, seeking, sneaking, until I can trace the soft outline of Daddy's cock through his boxers, hiding a smile as it begins to harden. I listen hard, trying to hear when his breathing quickens and catches, pressing my thumb against the head of his cock, feeling it leak and dampen the cloth between us.
"Mmm," I hum, nuzzling closer, my other hand worming its way up to pop open the button of his shorts. "I don't know what you mean. You had a long day and I'm just helping you relax." I pull his hardening cock deftly through the hole in his boxers and before Daddy can say a word, I'm dragging my tongue up the underside of his shaft, mouth watering at the taste of him on my tongue. He draws in a sharp breath and the hand still resting on my head digs in a little, tugging gently on my hair and reminding me that, despite the control I think I have, I'm only doing what Daddy lets me do.
I keep teasing, sucking on the tip of Daddy's cock and swallowing the salty liquid dripping from it. The flesh hardens even more, flushing a deep red as he takes in another breath, groaning quietly as I work my way down. I suck a little harder, pressing the flat of my tongue against the vein running up the underside, relaxing my throat as I take his cock deeper. I barely register the little whimpers sneaking out of my own throat, muffled by Daddy's thickness.
"Fuck," Daddy hisses out, hand tightening in my hair, guiding my movement more. "Good boy...just like that."
Both of my hands come up to grab handfuls of his shorts, my body shifting into a more comfortable position, head bobbing and tongue working against hard, velvety flesh. My vision tunnels, focus narrowing to shut everything else out. Nothing matters but my task, taking Daddy deeper with each bob of my head, feeling his tip slide slickly against the inside of my throat and saliva dripping from my bottom lip.
Sudden pressure at the back of my head makes me twitch in surprise, but before I know what's happening, the hand at the back of my head is pressing hard, and Daddy is thrusting his hips up, filling my throat with his cock as I manage to splutter out a wet choking sound.
Soft laughter reaches my ears as Daddy holds his position, cutting off my air. "You little boyslut. You love this, don't you? You love when I'm mean to you."
Embarrassment prickles over my shoulders and back with the realization that my hips are grinding into the couch cushion I'm lying on, my cunt slick with arousal and my dick a hardened nub that sparks with pleasure on every down-thrust.
The hand in my hair gives my head a hard little shake, then relaxes. "I said, you love when I'm mean to you, don't you?"
I gasp in a huge shuddering breath, but before I can answer a sharp, stinging slap on my ass makes me yelp, my hips buck, and a moan burst from my throat all at once.
"Use your words, baby," Daddy coaxes.
"Y-yes," I manage to stutter, hiding my face against his thigh.
"Yes, what?"
"I like when Daddy's mean to meeeee," I keen, trembling as the words are punctuated with three more sharp, quick, painful smacks on alternating cheeks.
"Take off your pants and come here."
Wobbly on my feet, I trip out of my shorts in record time and reach for the waistband of my briefs, but a little growl from Daddy stops me.
"I didn't say your underwear. Come. Here."
I know what he wants, but I'm not done fighting back yet, so I tiptoe forward until I'm standing at the edge of the couch, fiddling with the hem of my shirt and smiling coyly. When he grabs the front of my shirt and jerks me forward I let out a gasp of shock and pleasure, falling into his other hand that's open and palm up, waiting for my neck. None too gently, Daddy maneuvers me into position so I'm laid over his knee, ass in the air, face pressed to the cushions. I can feel his cock against my chest, the tip leaking liquid still and smearing it against my ribs.
"You naughty little tease," Daddy purrs, loosening his grip on my throat and running a hand up the back of my leg, over the curve of one buttock, under my bunched up shirt and up each vertebra in my spine. I shiver, partly from his light touch and partially from anticipation. Without meaning to, I press my hips into his thigh, silently begging for friction. "Uh uh," Daddy murmurs, sinking fingertips into the globe of my ass until I whimper and then rubbing gently in circles. One finger dips underneath the elastic of my briefs, tracing nonsense designs on my bare ass until I'm soaking, squirming, and whimpering, thrusting my hips wantonly against anything I can reach. Gently, he eases them down to bare both cheeks, then rests a hand on my ass, heavy and warm. He's silent the whole time, but his dick hasn't softened at all, and I know he's as worked up as I am by now.
The hand leaves and I tense, preparing for the spank, but it just caresses again, and I feel a little tremor of anticipation spark down my spine.
"You're not the only one who can tease," Daddy tells me, and I can clearly hear the amusement in his voice. "And you know who's always in charge, so I have to assume you just like it when I turn the tables on you, don't you, little slut?" He gives me more false starts, and at each one I brace for impact, waiting for the stinging crack of his heavy palm on my skin. But each time the pain doesn't come, just soft rubbing over my ass cheeks, sometimes a finger dipped briefly into my cunt. That makes me gasp out loud, but the sensation is gone so quickly I think I imagined it. The repetitive touches relax me, muscles loosening as I melt into a boneless mess over Daddy's lap. My arousal doesn't lessen, but it fades into the back of my mind and I feel like I'm floating in a warm buoyant ocean, sleep creeping around the edges.
When I'm a compliant, mewling mess in his lap, Daddy stops faking it. The burning pain from his first strike radiates through my ass, tingeing my back and thighs. I let out a howl, arching up against the sudden strong arm that's been laid over my back and shoulders to hold me in place. Daddy chuckles to himself, clearly pleased at catching me so off guard. Before I can suck in a breath, another blow lands and my cry bursts half-formed from my throat as my hands clutch at the couch vainly. I whimper into the pillow, tears pricking at my eyes.
The hits fall like rain for a while, varying in strength from the lightest love taps that make me giggle to blows strong enough to make my ears ring and my whole body draw tight in pain. I sink into a limbo of needle-like pleasure prickling at my groin and the burning and stinging radiating through my body to settle in my bones. The blows gradually increase in intensity and I'm crying out constantly, burying my face in the couch as they get more painful and I get louder. Daddy pauses for a beat to let me catch my breath, and I struggle to my elbows panting, sweat gluing my shirt to my damp back.
"Take these off," Daddy tells me, helping me shed my shirt and briefs completely. I try to shift to a sitting position but he twists me back down in a second, a vise-like grip around the back of my neck. "Don't tell me you still haven't learned your lesson?"
