Don't Call Me Daddy
“No, sir,” I admit.
“Then we won’t be counting these.” He adjusts me on his knee. “I’m going to spank you until I believe you won’t do it again.”
“Oh god…” I gasp.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lawson begins to spank me hard and fast, or maybe it just feels that way because I don’t have my panties to absorb any of the sting. I used to fantasize about being taken over an older man’s knee for a very real bare bottom spanking, and it appears that is exactly what I’m going to get.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow, I’m sorry…” I whimper as I writhe on Lawson’s knee, but he holds me in position.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I feel my eyes watering. The spanking hurts, but it is isn’t the only reason. There is something buried deeper, an emotional unraveling that has been lingering below the surface like a need that could never be satisfied. I always wanted someone to punish me. To care enough to do it. It’s the source of so many hidden desires and rooted into my soul.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Please, I won’t do it again!” A whimper, a whine, and a tiny little sob follow my words.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I bet you said that every single time you got in trouble for this, didn’t you?” Lawson’s words are firm and cut right through my plea.
“Yes, sir!” I admit with another whimper.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“What makes this time any different?” It’s a legitimate question.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I didn’t get a spanking for it!” I squirm harder than I have all night, but Lawson easily keeps me from moving away from his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lawson has lit a fire on my ass and in my soul. Both of them are burning with a beautiful intensity. I’ve always felt like I was broken, like I could never be put back together because the pieces were lost. I don’t feel that way right now. I feel whole. I feel complete.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I’ve learned my lesson! I promise!” My body jerks, and then something begins to happen; it takes me a second to realize what it is.
I’m about to come.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It hits me so fast that I don’t have time to try to stop it. I’ve been squirming and writhing on his knee to the point that it’s created just enough friction to send me over the edge. Especially with this much excitement coursing through my veins.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I shudder, shake, and there’s no way to hide what is happening. All I can do is give in and surrender to what my body craves.
“Oh god!” My mouth opens wide, and the pleasure consumes me.
It isn’t a long orgasm, but it’s a powerful one. It devours my emotions and turns everything into bliss before a blast of euphoria sweeps through my body.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I pull away from Lawson’s grasp and pull my panties up as I slide to the floor.