Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Delaney tries to sidestep to the kitchen, but I’m faster. I grab her, yanking her to me and pinning her to the sofa. She shrieks, fighting playfully against me, her skin flushed from exertion and excitement. Her hair tangles in the bunny ear headband and fans out over the cushions.
I wedge my thigh between her legs, making her gasp and go still beneath me, and lower my face to hers. The skull mask makes my vision dark at the edges, but I can still see the way her pupils widen, and her body shivers as I get close to her.
“Run all you want, pretty girl,” I say darkly. “Nothing will keep you from me. I will always catch you.”
Her nipples are peaked and hard, visible through the thin material of her crop top, and I pinch one between my fingers. She jolts, moaning.
“Such a naughty girl,” I whisper. “Do I need to teach you how to behave, baby girl? Do you need a lesson?”
She blinks, lips parting. “Yes, Daddy,” she agrees. “Punish me. Teach me how to behave. Show me how to be your good girl.”
Fuck, those words from her lips set me on fire. I grab her, slinging her over my shoulder. Her skirt rides up around her waist, exposing her lace-covered ass. I smack my palm down on the soft flesh, loving the way she gasps in response.
I stride to the bedroom, wasting no time in throwing her down onto the bed.
“On your front, face down, ass up,” I instruct, satisfaction flooding my as she scrambles to obey. I ruck up her skirt higher, smoothing my hand over her ass. “How many do you think you deserve for that blatant bratty behavior?”
She trembles, pushing her ass back against my palm. “Um, five?” she says, sounding uncertain. She’s such a natural at this that it’s easy to forget she’s never done it before, not the kink but the sex, too. I’m her first, and fuck do I like that. It also means that I have the responsibility to guide her through things properly, make sure she enjoys everything (including punishments), and keep her safe.
All responsibilities I take with deadly seriousness.
“I think you can take more than that, baby girl,” I say, slipping my hand down to where she’s already growing wet. “You denied me what I wanted. You ran from me, pretty girl. That deserves more than five measly swats, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she agrees, turning her head so her cheek is pressed to the pillow and she can look at me from the corner of her eye.
“Let’s do fifteen, and you can consider this a warning,” I tell her. “Besides, you need to be able to dance tonight. Can’t have my baby girl’s ass so bruised she can’t move that perfect body against me on the dance floor, now, can I?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip in a way that drives me crazy.
“Count for me, baby girl,” I say. “You miss one, you get an extra. Understand?” She nods, and I tap my hand against her lace-covered pussy in warning. “Use your words, Delaney.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Remember what you say if you need me to stop?” I check, needing to take care of her just as much as I need to punish her.
“Red,” she says.
Pride blooms through me. I smooth my other hand down her back, holding her still as I move my hand from her damp pussy to her behind.
The first spank lands directly on the globe of her ass, making the flesh jiggle and bounce. My cock is rock fucking hard, pushing against my suit trousers.
“One,” my baby girl whispers.
The second smack lands on her other ass cheek, and she murmurs two obediently into the pillow. On the fifth spank, her body begins to rock back against me, then away, as though she wants more pain at the same time as she tries to escape it. Her skin is warming to a deep red under my ministrations, and I move to her upper thigh as she gasps out ten.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, rubbing my hand over her sensitive skin. “Taking your punishment so perfectly. You’re making me so proud, baby girl.”
The praise lights her up, and she moans and babbles against the pillows. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whimpers out.
“Five more to go, pretty girl,” I say, bringing my hand down at the crease where her ass meets her thigh.
“Eleven.”
Another swat at the side of her cheek, mirrored swiftly on the other side.
“Twelve. Thirteen!”
She’s shuddering now, moaning and trying oh so hard to hold still for me.
“Fourteen!”
“Last one,” I soothe, massaging her sore skin. I land the last spank right on top of the reddest section of her ass, and she sobs out the last number.
“Fifteen.”
She collapses onto the bed, wincing a little when I turn her over, so she’s lying on her back and sore ass. Her eyes are huge and glassy, a pillow crease on her cheek from where she’s pressed her face against the bed, her hair a tangle in the bunny ears.