Daddy's Enticing Little Princess (Wounded Daddies 12)

“I know, little one,” I say. “I know. You’re right and you have permission to remind me about that any time you think I need a reminder.”

She smiles and nods. “But respectfully.”

I chuckle. “Yes. Respectfully, little girl.”

“We could make it that you have to tell me every morning, just like I have to tell you.”

“Don’t push it, little girl,” I growl.

She giggles and says, “Are you deflecting, Daddy?”

I laugh and give her another kiss and she giggles and then snuggles against me.

“Daddy?” she asks. “Can… I’m wondering if…” She stops and her words hang in the air.

“Use your words, little girl,” I say. The stern tone of voice makes her sit up straight on my lap. She squeals a little, too. She’s so damned cute I can barely think straight.

“I was wondering if maybe you should spank me this time, Daddy,” she says. Her cheeks get red. “I mean, just so I know you’re serious.”

“You want a spanking?”

She blushes and nods nervously.

I laugh and say, “I’ll spank you but not like I would if I were punishing you.” Then, I put on a stern and serious face. “Little girl. Stand up and strip. Right now!”

She squeals again and fights back more giggling as she leaps off my lap and undresses. Soon, she stands in nothing other than her candy-cane-colored ribbons holding her pigtails in place. I can’t keep from smiling as I pretend to be serious and say sternly, “Ove my knee, right now.”

She says forlornly. “Oh, okay, Daddy. I’m so sorry!” She giggles, though as she assumes the position.

I say, “You ordinarily wouldn’t have a choice, little girl. But this time, if you need me to spank softer, you tell me, all right?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she says. Her voice is tinged with arousal and playful excitement. I put a hand on the small of her back and she says, “Daddy, wait!”

“We don’t have to do this, little girl,” I say.

She keeps her face looking down at the couch cushions as she says, “Not that. I was… Um, is it okay to ask if I want you to spank harder?”

I chuckle and say, “Okay, little girl.” Then, I let a firm spank fall on her perfect little ass. She yelps and I worry I might not have held back like I want to.

“Harder, Daddy,” she breathes out.

I make it through five more spanks before I can’t wait any longer and lift her off my lap and set her on the floor. She backs away as I stand up so I can tear my clothes off. When I’m naked, she starts to stand. I lift up my hand to stop her and then join her on the fake bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.