Dirty Daddies(50)

She looks beautiful spread across his knees. He rubs his palm around her sweet little backside and I wish it was me delivering the first blow.

“Remember, you brought this all on yourself,” he says, and she did.

I saw it in her eyes.

I saw the devilment in her as she pushed it too far.

He hits her hard, landing a smarting blow right on her ass. She cries out and squirms on him, and he rests an arm firmly across her back.

He hits her again and she squeaks but doesn’t move. Again and she grunts.

Over and over his palm lands hard on tender skin until she’s pink and sore.

“Say you’re sorry,” Jack orders.

She doesn’t say a word, not until he’s landed a couple of extra strong slaps across her thighs.

“I’m sorry you want to be such a dirty fucking daddy,” she whispers, and I hate myself for the man I’m becoming in all this.

I hate the way her words make my balls tighten.

This isn’t me.

None of this is me.

But it is.

I feel more like me than I’ve felt in years, as though the perfect shell of monotony is cracking and falling away before my eyes.

“Say sorry,” I tell her, and she stares up at me with piercing eyes.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she hisses.

How I’d love to drop my pants and stick my swollen cock down her throat. How I’d love to hear her squeal with her mouth full. I don’t recognise the thoughts in my head, and I don’t recognise Jack, either.

I’ve known the man for a lifetime and I’ve never seen this side of him. I’ve never seen his jaw gritted in the way it is now. I’ve never seen the sternness in his eyes as he administers a lesson to a girl who so desperately needs it.

I never thought for a second I’d want to jerk my cock in front of a man I’ve known since we were boys. I never thought for a second we’d be queuing up to spank the same crazy girl.

“Be glad this is my hand,” Jack snarls. “Back in my day you got the fucking belt.”

I see her shiver, but more than that I see the way she spreads her thighs open.

Fuck.

The girl wants him.

She’s putty in his hands, even though she’s playing the brat.

Even through all her bluster I can tell it’s starting to hurt.

She flinches as he lands another slap, hisses under her breath as he catches her good across the thigh.

“I’d think carefully about when you want to apologise,” Jack tells her. “Michael’s waiting to teach you a lesson for himself next.”

She grunts as another slap makes her wriggle on his knees.

She takes three more before she screeches at the unfairness of the world and everything in it.

And then she says it.

“Sorry!” she snaps. “I’m sorry, alright?!”

But no. It isn’t alright.

“Say it like you mean it,” Jack says.

She’s looking at me as she speaks again. Her eyes are hooded and horny as she opens her mouth and gives Jack what he wants to hear.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry I got drunk with Eddie Stevens.”

“And what else?”

She takes a long breath. “I’m sorry I was… a brat…”

“Good girl,” he says and the way he strokes her hair takes my breath.

The way she arches her back on his lap and twists her head for more, sends my pulse into overdrive.

I don’t want to stop watching.

I don’t want them to stop.

And it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I can’t change how I feel.

I can’t change how filthy I am for wanting this.

I’m about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and relieve myself before I say or do something I regret. My balls are about to explode and I don’t think I can hold back from doing something insane.

But I have to.

Because no sooner have I determined that I’m well out of control with this craziness, Jack lets Carrie up from his knee.

She stands meekly. Demurely. Her jeans and knickers still gathered around her thighs as she twiddles her thumbs in front of her.

And, oh fuck, her pussy.

I’ve never seen such a pretty little pussy in all my life.

“Your turn,” Jack instructs me, like I need it. “Make sure you give her the punishment she deserves.”

I nod.

Take a breath.

And then I take a seat in the armchair.





Chapter Sixteen





Carrie



My ass is burning and so is my face. I’m still floaty from the tequila, but I’m horny as hell and reeling and I really want this. I’ve never wanted anything so much as I want this.

I can’t believe it as Michael takes a seat in the armchair and beckons me over with open arms.

“Be a good girl now, Carrie, and take your punishment.”

I nod, because this is how it should be.