Another peek at a short story. I really do like belts and spankings. Fill in the beginning of the story any way you like. Imagine me getting in trouble for any number of reasons.
Once we got inside, Daddy showed me how much he did not like my attitude. He grabbed me from behind, picked me up, and carried me to the couch.
“Sometimes I just want to spank you so hard. I saw that eye roll.”
“Do it then, Daddy. Spank me. I dare you.”
My mouth was getting me into all sorts of trouble. Daddy’s look said it all, but then he took off his belt and I was instantly wet for the second time that night. I wasn’t sure why I was reacting that way. Something about the intense look in his eyes and the sound of the belt: I knew he was serious.
“Lap now.” Using that voice, I knew I had no choice. I laid down across his lap.
“You deserve these licks, you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want you to count. You are going to get 10 this time. I do not want to have to do this again. I want you to stay away from drinking so you do not stray away from being the good girl I know you are.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He folds the belt and begins to spank me.
“1” That was a bit more stingy than I thought. The first strike was not too bad, though.
“2” The second strike landed on the other cheek so it could have been worse.
“3”
“Good girl. Keep counting.” There was something about the way his tone was changing that had me squirm. Not because of the pain that started ramping up. I was throbbing and dripping from my cunt. I think Daddy could tell. The next strike was harder and came with a growl from Daddy.
I moaned, “4.”
“Is this not hurting enough for you? Do you not understand the seriousness of your actions?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand. It does hurt.”
“5.”
“6” It was getting harder for me not to cry out. He kept hitting the same spot over and over. I was afraid I was going to be really red.
“7”
“8” Fuck that was the worst one so far. Daddy kept grunting with each swing and I could tell his cock was straining in his pants. That got another moan from me.
“Two more baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy. NINE”
I was so hopeful that this last one would be easy and that I could end this and leave. Take my punishment and not have to sit and talk about how turned on I am. Hopefully, he would not guess that I planned to masturbate once I was alone in my room. I needed that release badly. My ass was on fire and I was not sure why I liked that so much.
“Last one, baby. Then we are going to talk about why you are so wet.”
“10.” That hit was hard, but suddenly I was turned over and Daddy was inspecting my cunt.
“Did Daddy’s spanks turn you on? This seems awful wet. Did you already cum tonight?”
“Yes, Daddy. I already came.” There was no point in lying. He knew me and my body.
“I want you to cum for me.” As Daddy said this with emphasis on “me”, his fingers were dipping in and out of me making me want to cum so bad for him.
“Yes, Daddy. I want to cum for you.” Suddenly his fingers were gone and his hands pushed my center up to his mouth and his tongue and mouth were all over me sucking and licking and dipping in and out of me. He had the perfect rhythm, I could tell he knew what he was doing. He kept his tongue flicking on my clit while one hand dipped in my cunt. It did not take long at all before Daddy got to taste my cum. He got all over his mouth and in his beard. It was such a wonderful release, I almost passed out.
He lifted me up and carried me into my bed, taking off my shoes and putting me under the covers.
“I hope you learned your lesson.” Those were the last words he spoke before kissing my forehead and leaving my room for the night.
As I drifted off, I realized I did not need to masturbate after all.
Lisa Gray 