Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“What rule, Daddy?” she asked before biting her full, sexy bottom lip.
“You must always be honest with Daddy about how my discipline makes you feel. If you don’t like it, you need to tell me. Some Little girls really don’t like being spanked. It’s not a mandatory part of our dynamic.”
“But Sadie and Celeste like it.”
“Yes, they both do. It’s a pretty common facet of age play. I’d say most Little girls enjoy the release they get from a hard spanking. But not all. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And you’ll stop me if you aren’t feeling it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He lifted her off his lap. “Come around to the side and lie over my lap, Little Swan.”
It was adorable the way she crawled to one side and then lowered herself over his thighs.
He reached for her wrists and drew them to the small of her back, where he gripped them together with one hand.
Her breath hitched at that simple action, and she squeezed her thighs together. Yeah, the chances of her not enjoying a spanking were slim.
“Part your legs, Zara.”
She shivered, but she did as she was told.
He set his palm on her bottom, watching as goosebumps rose all over her body. “My Little girl is so very curious.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy, and when she lifted her head to arch her back, her breasts swayed against his thigh, making his cock stiffen harder than ever.
“Lie down, Little Swan. Relax your body.” That was a tall order, but she managed to set her cheek on the mattress and even let go of the tightness in her bottom. “Good girl.”
He lifted his palm and delivered a gentle swat.
She flinched ever so slightly but had no other reaction.
He did it again several more times, switching back and forth between her cheeks, keeping his gaze on her face.
When he stopped to rub her bottom and take her pulse, she lifted her head, twisted it around, and frowned at him. “That’s a spanking?” Her voice was incredulous.
He chuckled. “Okay then, naughty girl. You ready now?”
She rolled her eyes as she let herself recline again.
It was hard not to laugh. Maybe she would be fine with enduring a good, hard spanking. When he resumed, he swatted her harder. Hard enough to get her attention. Hard enough to leave the faint outline of his hand on her bottom.
This time, she flinched, but a second later, she sighed as though relieved.
Kestrel gave her half a dozen swats before he paused again to check with her. “Better?”
She nodded, not lifting her head this time. Her body was limp. Sated. He hadn’t thought Littles could so easily accept a spanking without stiffening and remaining nervous throughout the first experience.
Zara continued to shock and surprise him, though. She was so strong and determined. Even though she’d been skeptical and had her doubts, she was in a zone now.
“More?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was soft and submissive.
He spanked her again, covering her entire bottom until it was bright red before he shifted his attention to the backs of her thighs. When he struck the sweet spot right at the base of her bottom, her heels lifted into the air, her thighs stiffened, and she moaned.
Damn, she was responsive and so fucking sexy.
He continued, not wanting to go too much harder but wanting her to get the full experience. When she clenched her butt cheeks, he stopped spanking her, reached between her legs, and stroked through her folds.
Zara squealed as she clenched his hand with her inner thighs.
Fuck, she was so wet and swollen. She lifted her head off the bed and moaned. “Daddy…”
This was not a punishment spanking. It had been an introduction. An experiment. He would reward her. After finding her clit and swirling around it, he thrust two fingers into her tight warmth.
Zara moaned so loudly the sound reverberated through his own body, especially his cock. “Oh God…”
He pressed his thumb against her clit and thrust his other three fingers into her, stretching her channel, driving her higher and higher until she came so hard that her pussy gripped his fingers.
She went rigid; her body arched.
He waited until she shuddered at the end of her release to ease his fingers out of her and pull back. He brought them to his mouth and sucked her essence from each finger while she dropped back down, limp over his lap, panting.
Kestrel gave her bottom a final pat and then gently rolled her over so he could cradle her in his arms.
She blinked up at him, punch drunk from either the spanking or the orgasm or both. She was smiling, and her eyes were glazed over. “I get it now.”
He returned the grin. “If I gave you ten rules to live by tomorrow, how many of them would you break before lunch?”
She smiled wider. “All of them, Daddy.”