Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Jesus, I want to do more than spank her.
I wait until she’s close enough for me to reach, then grab her arm and tug her close to me. “You disobeyed me,” I say, trying to intimidate her, but she only looks turned on. I release her, frowning, and walk over to the desk, where I’m keeping my laptop bag. What I have in there for her will intimidate the fuck out of her if I’ve watched her carefully. Reaching for my bag, I pull out the toy I borrowed from Verge last night, anticipating the need for it today.
She eyes the varnished wooden paddle with wide eyes.
“Someone needs her daddy to put her in her place,” I murmur. “Come to me.” I stand and lean against the desk. Today, I’m not putting her over the desk. Hell, I’ve decided I’m already fucking any future I have of a promotion. So now, I’m giving in to what I really want. When she reaches me, I weave my fingers through her hair and tug her head back.
“You, young lady, defied your daddy. You ran from me last night when I was the one that could have taken care of you. You didn’t send me your assignment, and you came intentionally late to class. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Her mouth parts open when I tug her hair. “No, sir,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I… I need to be punished.”
I nod slowly. “That you do. But naughty little girls get punished over their daddy’s knee.” She steps involuntarily closer. She needs this as much as I do.
“Yes, daddy,” she breathes, effectively begging for me to put her on my lap.
Maintaining eye contact, I take her by the hand, and lead her to my right side, so her legs brush the side of my pants. And when I look in the depths of her beautiful brown eyes, something stirs in me. I want to know her. I’ve scened with women I’ve known less than I do her. I know she craves domination, that her eyes plead for what I can give her.
I know what a baby girl like her needs.
And it starts right here, over my knee.
I pat my lap and give her a gentle, encouraging nod. She trembles slightly as she lowers herself over my lap. She fits as if she were meant to be there, submitting to me. I rest the paddle on her pert ass and lean down to whisper, to reinforce why I’m doing this.
“Do you deserve to be punished, little girl?”
Her fingers grasp my pant leg. “Yes. Yes, daddy.”
“Are you going to be a good girl after I punish you?”
She nods her head vigorously, her thick chestnut hair cascading down and covering her face as if veiling her in preparation for her punishment.
“Very good,” I approve, then bring the paddle down with a searing smack that makes her arch her back and let out a little yelp. My dick swells. Jesus, I missed this.
I spank her again, another sharp smack of the paddle making her whimper, and again. If my suspicions are right, the impact of the solid wood on her ass will turn her on. She’ll be wet as fuck.
“You can do better than this, Giada,” I chide. “You’ll arrive at class and get your work to me on time. And you will not set foot in Verge again unless you’re by my side.”
I’ll lose my fucking job for this.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, daddy,” she says, nodding her head. I still can’t see her face, but when I rest the paddle on her ass, she parts her legs. The musky scent of feminine arousal makes me grow impossibly harder.
Shit.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she breathes.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I want to strip her clothes off and fuck her up against the blackboard, tug her head back and make her scream daddy while she chases her need to come.
Christ.
I need to get myself under control.
I place the paddle down gently and rest my hand on her scorched ass, the heat emanating straight through her thin skirt. I want to lift this skirt and…
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur, trying to stay focused as I rub out the sting of the hard paddling she just took. “A very good girl.”
She moans, low and husky.
I trace the curve of her ass, my fingers trailing to her soft, smooth, perfect thighs. She parts her legs further apart, welcoming me in silence. I run my hands along her inner thighs, slightly damp and warm. I stifle a groan, moving my hands further up her thighs. I trace one finger along the thin fabric that covers her pussy, parting her folds. Her breath hitches as I find her sweet spot.
“Do you like that, little girl?” I breathe.
“Yes,” she moans, grinding her hips against my fingers. I need to hear her say ‘daddy’ once more, but I know this might be overwhelming. “Please,” she begs.