June 20-28 we're sharing our love for Daddies! Be they sexy or stern, you'll want to meet these little girls' Daddies. From Daddy Doms to Age play it will all be represented with snippets from stories of littles being spoiled and spanked. Be sure to stop by each site. because there's a giveaway at every stop! And be sure to enter our Rafflecopter for a $40 Amazon gift card.
I'm going to be giving away a copy of my age play story Bailey's Little Adventure and I'll be sharing a snippet below but I really want to know what trait do you desire most in a "Daddy"/partner? Leave a comment and let me know for a chance to win a copy of Bailey's Little Adventure! If you don't wanna wait and wanna buy it now, you can find it on Amazon
“Fine. It’s time for your punishment then. You know what to do.”
With something like relief, I went through the ritual of moving to the side, kneeling down, and laying myself across his knees. It was always the same, and it set off the same anticipation inside me. And the same sense of safety. This was what I wanted, and this was how it was supposed to be.
When I had settled across his knees, he set one hand on my back, the other on my ass. I wiggled against him, feeling his cock pressing against my side. It seemed impossibly hard and hot, and it excited me to know I could make him feel this way.
The first hit was hard, and I winced at the sting. My skin was already tingling and this smack lit me up in a way I’d never experienced before. It was still confusing, but being spanked like this was familiar and comforting.
The next smack made me cry out, the pain sharp and intense. Then he rubbed his hand over me, caressing me for a moment.
“You know you’re my little girl, Bailey. And you need to be punished when you misbehave, don’t you?” His voice was low, just as soothing as the hand rubbing my ass.
Before I could answer, he spanked me again, and my answer turned into a gasp. As he gently rubbed my skin, I squirmed as the pain subsided from sharp and stinging into something warm and delicious—like caramel topping on ice cream, thick and sweet, running down over the cool treat.
The heat sank through me, like it always did, pooling between my legs. Instantly I was wet and as much as I wanted the spanking to continue, I was ready for what would come next.
But Ian’s hand came down on me again, quickly followed by another slap, and another. My cries went from gasps and moans of pleasure, to tears and cries. This hurt, it stung, and my tender skin felt like it was on fire. I gritted my teeth, hands clenched in fists, enduring each slap.
“Daddy, please.” I turned, looking up into his eyes. Ian blinked down at me, his hand resting on the burning skin of my ass.
“You lied, Bailey. You know the punishment for lying is this, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, daddy.”
His hand moved in a circle over my ass now, and I thought he was done with the punishment. But then I froze. I wasn’t allowed to ask him to stop. Tears sprung up again, and I looked back to his face.
“I’m sorry… I forgot…” I sniffled. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right. It won’t.” His hand came down once more and I burst into tears. “I’m your daddy, Bailey, and I know what’s best for you. I take care of you, don’t I?”
I nodded, sniffling again. “Yes, daddy.”
Beyond the pain, as always, was relief. The tears washed away the adult stress of my day, leaving me clean and free, allowing me space to be the Bailey I wanted to be.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I promise to be a good girl.” I wiggled in his lap, just a little, testing him. Beneath me his thighs tensed, his hips rolling up slightly. It was okay; things would be okay now.
His hand moved lower down, fingers slipping into the cleft of my ass. I wiggled harder, but his fingers stopped. This was what Ian needed: control. Too much independence from me, and he felt lost. I struggled to lie still. “Good girl.”
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