“That’s right. Only Daddy decides, and I promise I will keep smacking your bottom until you stop squirming about like a little worm.” Evidently she recognized the validity of his statement as it took no more than another half-dozen spanks before she went completely limp over his knee. Patting her rapidly reddening rear, he said, “That’s much better.” Yes, she’d submitted, but he expected renewed struggles with the next step of her discipline. Reaching for the last item on the table, he rotated the heavy wooden hairbrush until the flat backside faced her posterior.
“Are you feeling warmer?” he asked, rubbing the surface of the brush over her quivering cheeks.
“Ye…yes, sir, but…” her sobs had her words skipping about, “oh…please, please…oh, Daddy—”
“Shh, you know you earned this.” Pulling her a bit tighter against his waist, he continued her punishment, moving from spanking with his hand to paddling her with the brush. It never failed to amaze him that different implements applied to the same naughty bottom not only sounded completely different, but evoked different cries from the one being punished.
“Oh…oh, ow! Daddy!” Colette wailed, her head arching back as the brush smacked down, its thud preceding her cry.
“You are not to ignore Daddy,” Dalton lectured, easily covering her bottom’s surface with four rapidly delivered strokes.
“You are not to ignore others who care for you.” Another four strokes, another four distinct wails filled the room. “And, young lady, you are never…” Smack! “Ever…” Smack! “To even think about lying to your Daddy!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“I’m sorry!” she screamed, her hands leaving the chair legs to flutter behind her only to be instantly taken and pinned to the small of her back to keep them safe from injury.
He had no doubt that her rather loudly proclaimed apology was filled with sincerity…just as it was every single time she found herself over her daddy’s knees, bent over a chair or lying over pillows piled on their bed. It didn’t take but two more smacks before he heard the next line in her litany.
“I’ll never do it again, I pro…promise!”
“I hope not but know that if you do, Daddy will never fail to spank you until your bottom is hot and raw. Are we clear?”
“Ye…yes, Daddy! I-I’ll be a go…good girl.”
Colette was already a good girl. She was the very best girl he could have ever dreamed of. But she was also a naughty girl with a husband, a Daddy, who would make it his duty to remind her that when she misbehaved, her bottom would pay a painful price. Another round of the painful strokes to the backs of her thighs, a final, solid smacking swat to each of her sit spots, a final set of wails cried to the ceiling, and the paddling was done. He allowed her to hang limply over his thigh, her tears dripping onto the Persian rug for a moment before he lifted her to stand between his knees.
Wisps of her hair, turned a dark gold with her tears, clung to her cheeks. Pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, he held it to her nose and instructed her to blow. When her nose was clear, tears still sliding down her cheeks, he bent to kiss her forehead. He reached for the panties that had traveled further down her legs with each frantic kick to now hang off her right ankle. With a slight tug, they came free to leave her clothed in nothing but a coat of scarlet that glowed from the top of her buttocks down the backs of her thighs attesting to the fact that he’d done exactly as the panties lying on the floor had requested. Standing, he lifted her in his arms, her legs automatically going to wrap around his waist, her arms around his neck. She gave a soft cry burying her face in his neck as he patted her sore bottom. Dalton crossed the living room and continued down the long hall until he stood next to the king sized bed. He set her down and when she instantly knelt up with a slight hiss of pain, he shook his head, a slight smile on his lips.
“Naughty girl. Sit properly on your little bottom.”
“It burns, Daddy!”
“Let that burn remind you to be a good girl while you perform your penance. Unless, of course, you want another spanking?”
As quick as a flash, her legs came out to drape over the edge of the bed, her punished posterior flat, the scarlet flesh a beautiful spot of color against the ink black of the duvet. Her face flushed as she looked up at him, watching as he unzipped his pants.
Removing his cock from its confinement, he fisted it in his hand, stroking down its length before stepping closer to the bed.
“Open, tongue out,” he instructed. Once her sweet little tongue was properly presented, he laid the head of his cock on its surface. “Wording something so that it isn’t a total lie, still shows intent to lie. That’s what you did when talking about what a surprise it was that the weather had changed, isn’t it?”
“Eth, Addie.” Though her answer was garbled, her open mouth keeping her from being able to move her tongue properly, he understood her.
“Girls who use their mouths to even begin to lie to their daddies offer their penance using their lips and tongue, don’t they?”
“Eth, Addie.”
“That’s right. Keep your heinie flat on the bed. Let its ache remind you why you are making your penance. Wiggle about, lift your bottom or failing to do a proper job and, little girl, my belt comes off. Understood?”
A last, “Eth, Addie,” came before he took a final step, his movement pushing his cock into her mouth, coming to rest at the back of her throat. Holding himself there, he saw her eyes begin to water, and yet her bottom didn’t move a single centimeter. He pulled back until the bulbous shaped head was again resting on her tongue.
“All right, you may begin.” Once given permission, her lips closed tightly around his shaft and her tongue began to lap across his cockhead. He could feel it swirling and licking the drops of pre-cum that had begun to ooze from the moment he’d placed his cock on her tongue.
“Eyes, Coco,” he reminded, watching as blue eyes lifted to his, no longer watering but filled with a look of such love that he felt his heart constrict. She accepted more of his length, her lips spread around his girth, her tongue never ceasing its movement as it took little licks against his hot flesh. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she suckled. He always loved it when she pleasured him orally, but with the submission in her eyes, the obvious desire to please her daddy, her struggling to remember not to move anything but her head and her tongue, defined this act for what it was. Penance. Just as she had offered her little bottom for his punishing hand and the brush, she now offered her mouth and throat for the final act necessary to atone for her decision to lie to him. The warmth surrounding his cock was heaven, and the sight of her big blue eyes looking up at him had his already stiff cock hardening further.
It didn’t take long before her ministrations had his balls tightening. Pulling back, he watched her lips open, her tongue remaining beneath his cock as he stilled at the erotic picture she made. “Good girl,” he said, stroking a finger down her cheek before cupping her face between his palms. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, her lips closing around his erection again, her eyes locked on his as she turned the control of the act over to him. Dalton slowly pushed forward, his cock nudging against the back of her throat. He stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust, to accept that he would push further, that he was going to claim not only her mouth, but her throat. With a final nod, he pushed into her throat, her muscles as she swallowed, constricting around him, causing him to groan. The absolute trust she offered him was a gift he’d never abuse. He rocked his hips forward, pausing, his cock buried deep before pulling back, allowing her a few deep breaths before sliding forward again…and again…and again. His hips rocked back and forth, his cock appearing and disappearing as he took his pleasure. Small hands clutched the duvet, spittle dripped from her chin, eyes watered and small, muffled sounds found their way free but none kept her from offering the penance owed for her disobedience. As much as he wished to prolong the act, to enjoy every movement, every swipe of her sweet little tongue, every kiss of her lips, he knew he would soon explode in her mouth.
Instead of thrusting hard, he slowly pushed forward, enjoying the feel of her submission as she accepted his cock’s presence, swallowing again and again until her nose had pushed into the opening of his pants, buried in the wiry black hairs of his groin. “Don’t spill a single drop,” he reminded, his voice a bit husky with the promise of impending, exquisite bliss. Within a few more strokes, his bellow filled the room as he felt his cock jerk, his seed jetting to travel the length of his shaft, splattering against the back of her throat to slide down to fill her tummy. He pulled back as he groaned with the pleasure of his last eruption, watching the muscles of her throat as she swallowed, heard her dragging in deep breaths until the relaxation of her body told him she’d settled. Giving her time to regain her composure, he said, “Open.” She opened her mouth, her tongue again holding his cockhead on its surface, the only evidence of his seed a glistening sheen inside her mouth.