“I… I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need you,” I whispered, almost horrified at what I was saying.
“You need Daddy’s cock, don’t you, little girl?” he asked, and I blushed furiously at the frankness of his reply. He sounded so arrogant, but at the same time I knew he was right.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then it’s time I took you to bed, little girl. It’s Daddy’s job to give you exactly what you need, isn’t it?” he purred.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeaked.
My pussy couldn’t have tightened any harder. His fingers trailed teasingly along my skin and my entire body trembled hard.
Would he be gentle like the Dean I remembered?
Or would he be rough like the daddy I knew he was?
I worried my bottom lip, lost in the unknown of what was to come. I found that I liked that feeling, that it was exciting and arousing. I gasped when he stood up and lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He carried me out of the sitting room, back into the kitchen, and up a flight of stairs with virtually no effort. I hid my face in the crook of his neck, too lost in the all too consuming sensations hurtling through my body to worry about my surroundings.
There were only two things that mattered now.
Me.
And him.
I tightened my arms around his neck, and he hugged me even closer. Then he stopped and placed me down gently on an incredibly soft bed. I sucked in a breath as my scorched backside grazed against the fluffy white comforter, feeling the residual soreness from both his palm and the hard wooden spoon. I glanced up at him, suddenly self-conscious of the fact that I was naked.
He gazed down at me, reaching out and cupping my face with his hand. I sighed and pushed back against it.
“Daddy had to spank you, didn’t he?” he asked.
My pussy clenched at the word spank and I couldn’t understand why.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.
“Do you know why Daddy did that?”
I shook my head, nervously pressing my thighs together even though he already knew that I was terribly aroused from the entire ordeal.
“Daddy cares about you, little girl. He doesn’t want to see you hurt, or sad, or anything like that as a result of you hiding things from him. He cares about you enough to punish you,” he murmured, and my pussy ached so much I had trouble not reaching down to touch it.
I opened my mouth to say something in return, but nothing came out.
“Will you trust Daddy to take care of you that way from now on, little girl?” he asked gently. His voice wasn’t forceful or hard or even remotely aggressive.
This time, I found the words to answer.
“Yes, Daddy. I trust you,” I replied and this time, I wasn’t afraid to look at him. Our eyes met and I searched those soulful blue irises. He meant every word.
And so did I.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs for Daddy. Show him how much you need him,” he coaxed and the inner struggle I’d had before all but evaporated away. I opened my legs and leaned back onto my elbows, embracing the way my bottom burned against the bed and how my pussy wouldn’t stop weeping with my wetness. I was sure that it had already left a wet spot on the blanket beneath me.
He reached for me, his gaze not yet on the place where I needed him the most. His fingers grazed against my inner thigh, but his eyes held mine.
He knew I was wet for him. He didn’t need to say it. He didn’t need to see it either.
“It makes Daddy very hard to see you so open and exposed for him, little girl,” he said.
I blushed hard, my thighs flexing, and I had to fight the urge to close them even though he wasn’t even looking between them yet.
His palm cupped my inner thigh and he slapped it hard enough to catch me off guard with the sting. He moved his hand to my other leg, and I had to keep myself from tensing once more as he spanked the other side.
“Daddy told you to keep your legs open, didn’t he?” he scolded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Daddy wants to see how much you need his cock, little girl. Keep those legs open or Daddy will have to spank that needy little pussy bright red before he fucks it,” he warned, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning with need.
He pulled back and knelt before me, and making a show of the moment, he dropped his gaze to the place between my thighs. I swallowed heavily before a keening cry tore free from me. His lips curved up in a tiny smile before he pressed them against my inner thigh.
“So wet for me,” he observed, and my pussy clenched down hard.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Not yet, little girl. Daddy wants to hear you beg for it first,” he warned.
“Beg?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, little girl. You’re not going to be allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do come before Daddy says you can, you’ll find out what it feels like to have that naughty little clit spanked by the same wooden spoon that paddled your bare little bottom,” he continued, and I cried out with anxious arousal.
“But Daddy,” I began. He cleared his throat in warning and I closed my mouth immediately, not wanting to test his patience.
His palm drew up between my thighs, cupping me firmly before he spanked it hard. An intense blazing sting burned through my sensitive flesh immediately, taking my breath away along with it. I blinked several times, not wanting
