(I love the writing prompts and daydreaming about Daddy.)
I was feeling selfish and greedy as usual. Overly dramatic and overthinking. I felt I was coming undone.
He understood and saw through my bratty antics.
I was being pushy, but I was hurting inside. Just like a child thinking the world was out to get me.
“Baby, I think it is time for a reset.”
“I think you are right, Daddy. I did tell you.”
‘You are itching for my hand on your ass and my belt, aren’t you?”
“You know I am.”
“Don’t worry. You will get it, Baby.”
I feel his energy vibrate through mine as he gets closer. His hands reach out, and I am expecting forceful movements, being pushed and thrown around. But that is not what I get. I start to pout.
“Baby, these spankings will be for you. I know you need it. I know that I pushed you farther than I have this time, and I love how you have been such a good girl waiting patiently for your turn. I know that this cute pout on your face and the words and tone you are using right now come from your need of me, and I love that you need me. I need you just as badly. So you will get my belt because that is what you need. But I will get what I need, too.”
As he gently lays me over his knees and has me count out the 20 spanks (I was apparently very bratty this time), I think about him and what his needs might be. I can’t wait to get to that. Each number becomes less of a wince and more of a moan.
We finally get to the end, and Daddy rubs down my red cheeks with his hands, moves his lips to my ass, and softly kisses the heat and the hurt away.
“This is my turn, Baby. You have no idea what I have been through, missing you. I need to devour you now. You will get kisses from me on both of your lips. I want to taste your need. That is my need. I need to fill my mouth up with you before I plunge into you and make us feel whole again.”
Somehow, the kisses became my need, too.
Lisa Gray 