hand and bringing it down on her bare hide.
'Owwwoooo,' Patty wailed.
The sound cut into him like a dull knife, but somehow he managed to avoid saying, 'It hurts me as much as it does you,' or 'It's for your own good.”
Instead, he applied a second stinging slap to her tail. Her squirming and twisting were making her T-shirt ride up and her kicking was making her tattered shorts slip down her legs. As he found himself facing more and more bare skin, his cock got harder and harder. She was squirming against it, rubbing it. It kept getting stiffer and stiffer.
His palm was stinging from the swatting. Pausing for just a moment, he shifted his grasp on her, clasping her thighs with his sore hand so he could use the other one on her tail. Inadvertently, one finger slipped between her slim thighs, and he felt the soft moistness of her pussy. He started to shift his grasp, and she almost squirmed free. When he had her under control again, he found his finger was wrapped in hot, warm flesh.
In an effort to distract himself from that problem, and the aching hard-on that was grinding into her gut, he spanked her again. Both her tail cheeks were bright pink. She wriggled, actually lifted her bottom as if eager for the next blow. Then she began writhing against his cock. He didn't see how she could possibly not know it was there.
Her head and arms were hanging down over the left side of his lap. She was clutching at his thigh to keep from falling off. Suddenly the way her arms embraced his thigh felt different, and her fingers were sliding up the inside of it, toward his groin. He couldn't believe she knew what she was doing. She tickled his testicles, He started to tell her to stop it, but the stinging flow from his prick tip drowned the words in his throat. His finger nestled deeper into her pussy, into her warm, slippery folds. Then she was humping against his finger!
'You've got to remember,' he said feebly, “who is the boss around here.”
'Yes, Daddy,' she answered breathily, and slid her fingers deftly around his balls.
His blows were losing their sting, becoming caresses really. He had a desperate urge to bend forward and kiss her lovely abused globes. His grip on her thighs loosened. She slipped around on his lap, slid down off his knees. Her T-shirt rode up, bared her just-maturing tits.
'God! No!' he protested as she fingered his cock through his trousers. He tried to push her hands away, but she fought through his guard and ran his zipper down. His phallus had already slithered through the fly of his underpants. Now it thrust into her dainty little fingers.
'God, no,' he moaned as she licked her lips in a way that left no doubt as to what she was about to do.
'Noooo,' he groaned as her mouth embraced his throbbing penis. A swamp of cum formed in his groin as he watched her lips encircle his prick. He clutched her head, so he could push her away. Instead, he found himself guiding her face down farther on his dong. She was holding the shaft in the fingers of both hands as she sucked it, as her tongue played a maddening tune on the underside of his skin-flute.
'God, no,' he repeated mindlessly as she rose on her knees so she could get a better angle on his phallus. She glutted her mouth with his searing dork, sucked out his pre-cum with tongue and lips as her teeth knocked the tender flesh of the shaft. Her nose flared as she inhaled. The head of his cock nudged the back of her mouth.
She drew up, left his dick shining with spit. Holding it delicately, she licked it. Her tongue stroking it felt like a velvet blanket. It whipped the cum in his groin to a froth. She went after his cock like it was a popsicle or a sucker of some kind. Her tongue curled sinuously around his meaty shaft as he stroked her short, tousled blonde hair.
Her eyes closed as she bathed his dong with her mouth. There was no triumph in her actions, no superiority at how she had defused his discipline. Instead, there was love and devotion.
She engulfed his dong again, sliding it to the back of her mouth along the velvet channel of her tongue. Her little tits were jutting points of arousal on the shy hills of her breasts. Down between her thighs he could see her pussy-bulging full lips with just a few fine golden strands of hair.
Still keeping his cock in her mouth, she scrambled to her feet. Turning almost upside down, she leaned over him. She eased her face down on his phallus, and he watched in amazement as more and more of his tower vanished into her mouth. He felt her throat open, felt the head of his dork jam her glottis as she swallowed skillfully.
She was fifteen, and she was taking cock down her throat like an old pro. His gut began seeping as he watched his phallus vanish into her mouth. He wondered how her face could keep the youthful expression of innocence while taking his entire prick.
She began to fuck her face on his phallus, began easing up and down. Her nostrils flared as she breathed. He felt her steamy breath puff against his prick on every other stroke as she exhaled. She slid her fingers under his nuts, lifting them as if weighing the amount of sperm available.
'Awww, Jesus,” Mike groaned, trying desperately to summon the strength to push her away from him.
Then he thought how rude such a rejection would be, how it would hurt her feelings, and the push became a caress.
His hips were jumping and squirming as the semen in his belly grew more and more impatient. He had no doubts that she had sucked cock before, but he wondered if she had ever had someone unload in her mouth.
She gave him no choice in that matter, and continued to rape her face with his dork. Her tongue was rubbing his prick to flames as she jammed the head into her throat. Her fingers slithered farther behind his nuts, scratched at the lump behind his balls' sack. Then she touched his asshole, and the fire was too much. It was like the explosion of an oil refinery. The flames leaped from ass to balls to prostate to cock, and a ball of cum ripped the length of his tower and spurted into her mouth just as she pulled up to inhale. The thick wad smeared over her tongue as she lowered her head and jammed his jetting dick down her gullet He felt her glottis spasming around the head of his pulsating, erupting wand as gob after thick gob of jizm spurted into her throat.
Her nose was buried in his bush, and her finger was twisting into his bung like a red-hot worm. Totally un- fazed, she drilled into his shitty depths, and pushed against his prostate which was pumping and pumping, its load down her throat.
She pulled up while his cock was still spurting and sucked in a lung-full of cum-tainted air. Her tongue was covered with jizm. One thick pearly drop escaped her lips and ran slowly down his throbbing phallus, into his bush. His cock gave a few final eruptive twitches into her mouth, then began to lose strength and fade.
With a groan of exhaustion, he released her head, and slumped back on the bed. She sank to her knees between his feet, and he thought she was going to spit his withering dick out. Instead, she sucked and drew on it until the last traces of semen were drawn from his tubes. Then, at last, she released his numbed organ and rested her cheek against his knee and looked up at him adoringly. His cum covered her chin and lips.
'My bottom hurts,' she complained.
Now how in the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He felt like his whole insides had been turned to pudding. He watched stupidly as she straightened up and stripped off the T-shirt that was hiding nothing.
'You'll have to put some cream on it in a few minutes,' she told him.
'Spankings are supposed to hurt,' he rumbled, wishing he could think of something else to say. But what do you say to a teenage daughter you're supposed to be disciplining, when she's just sucked your cock?
'Don't worry, it did.”
“Did it make an impression on you?”
“Wait'll you see. Feels like I'm on fire back there.”
'I mean, are you going to start pulling your weight around here?' he asked.
'Maybe.”
'What do you mean, 'Maybe?”
'I react better to rewards than punishment,' she informed him saucily. 'You've been ignoring me, Daddy. It's hard being the youngest in the family.”
Mike realized with a jolt that she was right. After what had happened with Micaela and Gabby, he had been giving them a lot more attention than he had Patty. 'I'm sorry, Honey,' he apologized. 'I didn't realize I was doing it.”
'I'm sorry I've been such a pill lately,' she said. “I’ll try to do better, if you'll try to do better.”
“I promise,' he assured her.
'Starting now?' she asked.
'Of course.”
