Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Take a breath, Little rebel,” Daddy demanded.
She shook her head.
“Olivia…” His tone held a warning, though she couldn’t imagine what he might be warning her about since he was already spanking her. “Breathe,” he commanded.
She blew the air out of her lungs, drew in another breath, and held it.
Daddy spanked her again, and the second swat was no better than the first. Every inch of her was on fire, causing her to squeeze her thighs together. A moan escaped her lips, infuriating her. She didn’t want him to know how he was affecting her.
Daddy palmed her bottom, giving it a squeeze. “I can smell your arousal, Baby girl,” he said softly. “It’s powerful. You’re going to come if I keep spanking you, aren’t you?”
She sniffled from embarrassment but nodded.
“If you can’t stop it, that’s okay, but I’m going to continue spanking you until your bottom is hot pink. I want you to learn a lesson, Olivia. I won’t go easy on you. I won’t touch your pussy and give you the contact you crave, but I won’t punish you further if you orgasm.”
It was hard to focus on his words. She thought she heard the gist of his little speech, but she wasn’t positive. Did he say he was going to keep spanking her even if she got pleasure from it?
Apparently so because the next slap against her tender skin pushed her over the edge. Waves of intense pleasure pulsed through her clit and pussy. The pleasure combined with the pain from his continued swats, confusing her and making her want more.
It seemed like one orgasm blended into another without a pause in between. With every spank, her body jolted slightly. Her clit felt like it was ten times larger than it had ever been, and she knew her labia were swollen and wet.
As Daddy kept spanking her, tears ran down her cheeks. Emotions rushed to the surface. She was overloaded with too many feelings all jumbled up. She wanted him to stop so she could catch her breath. She wanted him to keep going because it felt so good.
Why would it feel good to have her bottom spanked? That didn’t make sense. It was humiliating. She shouldn’t like lying over his thighs in this vulnerable position while he swatted her naked bottom like a recalcitrant toddler.
Granted, she had behaved like one…
Her nose was running as she sobbed, but it wasn’t until her body went limp that he finally stopped. It was as if he’d been waiting for her to stop fighting him before he would end the torment.
He rolled her over, cradled her in his arms, and rose from the couch.
Olivia continued to cry. She hadn’t cried in years. Not like this. She needed to purge all the icky feelings, and they were flowing out of her with every sob.
Daddy lowered her gently onto the changing table and kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl.” He removed her glasses before wiping her face with a wet cloth, clearing away the snot and tears even though they kept flowing.
After pushing her dress up to her chest, he parted her knees and carefully cleaned her swollen folds. She desperately craved his touch, and she whimpered when he finished too soon.
When she tried to draw her knees together, he swatted her inner thighs. “Keep your legs open, Little rebel. I know your greedy little pussy wants more, but Daddy is not going to give you what you need.”
She sobbed again as he pulled the waist strap over her tummy, trapping her arms under it this time. The restraint drove her arousal higher, and she tipped her head back and cried out with frustration.
Her breasts ached. Her nipples were harder than rocks. She wanted him to touch them. Touch her anywhere.
Daddy pushed her dress up higher, exposing her chest. The exposure heightened every sensation, and she suspected he knew that because he was a meanie. He even danced his fingers around her heavy globes, avoiding her nipples. “So pretty…”
The ache grew. A tight ball was forming in her tummy. It needed release. It almost hurt. She knew what she wanted, too. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to suck her nipples and thrust his erection into her.
She could also scent his need. It was just as strong as hers. He wanted the same thing she did. “Please, Daddy,” she begged.
He traced a circle around her nipple. “No, Baby girl. Breathe through the need until it subsides.”
She groaned loud enough to shake the walls. When she tried to pull her knees together again, Daddy quickly swatted her inner thighs before landing one smack directly to her pussy.
Olivia screamed. She almost came again. Her clit was on fire, pulsing, greedy, frustrated.
“Deep breaths,” he encouraged in a calm voice. She knew it was hard for him to maintain the façade that he was unaffected. He was so totally affected. His need to mount her and claim her filled the room.