Stepping back into her room, she’s got her arms crossed over her chest and her lower lip jettisoned out.
“Let’s go. Time for a bath and then bed.”
“I don’t want a bath and I’m not tired.”
“And I don’t want to argue, or have to spank you so close to bedtime. Now let’s go.”
Her eyes light up and her back straightens, and I know I’ve woken something deep inside her.
“Read me a bedtime story.”
“Another night. You’ve had a big day and it’s time for your bath. No more questions. No more disobedience.”
I snap my fingers and point toward the tub.
She shakes her head violently. “I won’t do it.”
“You will, young lady, or I’ll have you across my knee and it won’t be three spanks this time. And it won’t just be my hand.”
She was crossing the line and she knew it, but what I knew is that this had nothing to do with the rules I’d given her. This was her challenging me. She wanted a struggle and she wanted me to win. I need to stand my ground.
“That’s it,” I huff, marching back into the bedroom and in one move grab her and flip her from vertical to horizontal, face down over my knee.
She writhes against my lap like she’s trying to get off, and I pause. “Are you being a bad and naughty girl?”
“Uh huh,” she says softly.
“I don’t believe that’s the appropriate way to address me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she corrects and damn is it music to my ears.
“You’re Daddy’s naughty girl aren’t you?”
She nods.
“Say it,” I growl, my hand finding her ass cheek and squeezing it hard, kneading her skirt in my hand.
“I’m your naughty girl.”
My cock jerks in my pants, needing release. But my angel always comes first, in all ways.
“What am I doing to you right now?” I ask, needing to hear the words as I continue to massage her but so firmly this alone surely has her skin red already.
“You’re being naughty.”
“Describe how I’m being naughty.”
“Daddy’s…touching me.”
“And do you want Daddy to stop?”
“No, Daddy. No.”
“Then tell me what else I’m doing,” I groan as my palm turns one hundred and eight degrees and I run my finger over her clothed slit, causing her to moan.
“Daddy!”
“Tell me what I’m doing,” I grunt, my balls heavy as hell.
“You’re touching my princess parts.”
“Whose?”
“Mine, I mean…yours, Daddy.”
“That’s right,” I moan. Mine.
“And what am I doing now?”
I lift her skirt and move the polka dot cotton covering her to the side and insert a single digit into her tight hole, my eyes closing as I inhale deep, her musky scent cloaking the room.
“Uh,” she whimpers. “You’re fingering your pussy.”
“That’s not totally correct,” I say on a single, throaty exhale.
“You’re fucking me with your fingers.”
“That’s right, baby girl.”
“Harder, Daddy.”
I’m losing control fast, and everything I do is about maintaining control. But Scarlett is the first person in my life that takes my control and tries to bend it, and break it. She’s a challenge, forcing me to be the best figure in her life I can be while I demand the best out of her. But I have to stay focused and remember how we got here.
“It’s time for your punishment,” I say, pulling my digit out of her to the sound of a vacuum unsealing, a loud pop ricocheting off the walls.
“Punishment? This feels good. This doesn’t feel like punishment.”
“But I bet this does,” I add, raising my hand and bringing it down hard on her cheek, causing her hips to thrust forward into my lap even more.
She squirms, but I grab her tight, holding her in place with my other hand while I quickly unclasp my belt and whip it through the straps in one motion, like I’m pulling a sword from a sheath.
“You will learn to do as you’re told,” I discipline, bringing my belt down across her ass causing her neck to jet out and her mouth to open like a baby bird receiving food in its nest from its mother.
Control. Was. Slipping.
I grab her panties and yank them down, baring her ass to me and I bring the belt down on her again.
“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. I’ll be good. I’ll be bad. I’ll be whatever you want, Daddy. Just don’t stop.”
And for once I listen to her as if she’s giving the orders, continuing to spank her firmly, yet fairly until I feel her stomach clenching and I know she’s close to coming.
“Are you going to make a mess?”
“Yes, Daddy. Make me come,” she cries out so loud I’m sure the staff can hear it.
I grab her panties in one hand and jerk them as hard as I can, ripping them in one movement and stuffing them in her mouth.
Despite having them pulled to the side I could feel they were drenched before I inserted them in her smart little mouth.
“Please, Daddy,” she mumbles. “I wanna come.”
I stop. Everything.
“Promise Daddy you’ll be a good girl.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods furiously.
“Say it!”
“I’ll be good for you, Daddy,” her words clearly muffled but I can make them out.
“Good girl,” I say, a devilish smile coating my lips just before I slide my finger back in and move it out and in like a piston while I spank her in rapid succession with my other hand. “Now come for me, Scarlett. Come for Daddy.”
“Uh, uh, uh,” she whimpered through gritted teeth just before she clamps onto my digit and her body flopped like a fish out of water as she released a tidal wave of juices into my palm.
Time seems to stand still as both our chests heave, trying to catch our breath as she is strewn across my lap like one of Salvador Dali’s melting clocks in “Persistence of Memory.” Her body, completely boneless.
Finally, her pussy relinquished it’s death
