Doggy Style after Spanking

Temmuz 17, 2022 0 Yazar: admin

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*This story takes place between two consenting adults and all actions are consensual. There are mentions of spanking and that of DDLG nature. If these topics upset you, please do not read.

“You know better than to call me that.” Daddy undoes his tie in the mirror without looking at me. I stand on my tiptoes to peer over his shoulder and watch him as he does, admiring the quick, intentional movement of his fingers and the precision with which he works.

I smile at him and ask sweetly, “Oh, you’re not my good boy?”

He sighs playfully and places his tie on the table next to the mirror. He then begins unbuttoning his shirt. “No, Kitten. Daddy is not your good boy and he’s asked you not to talk to him this way.”

“But you ar-“

Suddenly, his hand is wrapped around my throat and his dark eyes have locked onto mine.

“Would you like to finish that sentence, Kitten?” he asks. He doesn’t smile nor does he flinch.

I open my mouth reflexively, ready to beg for forgiveness and assure Daddy that I’m his good, little girl. But something stops me. Maybe it’s the way he steals a glance of my lips. Or maybe it’s the brat in me. But I don’t want to be a good girl right now.

“I was saying, but you are my good boy, Daddy.”

At my words, any sign of playfulness disappears. “Belt.” He whispers.

I feel butterflies kick up in my stomach, and then, I feel fear. I hate the belt. I didn’t think he would be this upset.

“Daddy, please,” I whine, trying my best to sway him.

“Do I need to count down?”

“I don’t like the belt, please.”

“5.”

As soon as he begins counting, görükle escort I walk quickly to the closet where he keeps his belt and bring it back to him before he gets to 2.

“You’re so naughty. Lay on the bed. Now.”

I whimper. “Please. I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t hit me with that.”

He begins folding the belt and ignores me as he taps it against his palm and listens to me beg.

“Daddy,” I whine again, my voice raising in pitch at the end and my eyes beginning to water.

He grabs my hand silently and guides me towards the bed, manually lowering me until I’m lying flat on my stomach. All I can do is whimper and hope he decides to take it easy on me.

“Do I need to get the cuffs, darling?” he asks. His voice sounds perfect. I only wish he were saying something a little less threatening.

“No, Daddy,” I whisper. Then, I add, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being naughty, Daddy.”

I can feel his smirk as he stands above me. “Hands on your waistband, Kitten. No moving.”

I lower my hands slowly underneath my stomach, grabbing the top of my panties and squirming until I’m as comfortable as I can be.

I take a deep breath and feel the leather crash into my skin. I yelp, but manage not to move.

Daddy hits me again. And again and again and again. After a minute of endless spanks, I begin to squirm and whimper, but he doesn’t slow down. In fact, squirming only makes it feel worse.

He spanks my thighs. He spanks only the cheek closest to him and then whips me across both at once. Daddy covers every inch of my bottom while I fight the urge bursa merkez escort to cover myself with my hands. Tears and snot are streaming down my face as I apologize profusely into the covers.

“Do you regret being rude to Daddy now, hmm?” He asks as he whips me.

“Yes!” I yelp at a particularly hard spank. “I can’t take anymore, Daddy, please!”

“Almost done, Kitten. Daddy’s proud of you.”

He spanks me a few more times before landing a large, red stripe on my sitting spot. Then, he stops and pulls me onto his lap, massaging my bottom and whispering how much he loves me.

I feel his hands traveling across every inch of my skin. I feel them moving across the rise of bottom, and then dipping down into my pussy. I feel him there, and he feels how dirty I am.

“Oh, Kitten,” he moans.

I whimper and squirm a bit, lifting my bottom up higher and spreading my legs a bit more for Daddy.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“Use me, please,” I beg as I sniffle and wipe my nose.

He stands quickly and begins to undress, grabbing a condom from the drawer and pulling it down around his shaft.

“On your knees.”

I know what he means. I crawl on all fours onto the middle of the bed and lower my face so my back is arched and my ass is up high and spread for Daddy.

He grabs my knees and positions them around his so I’m spread fully, and then he pushes himself into my pussy.

“Oh!” I whimper at his size and grip the covers tightly.

“That’s my naughty little slut,” Daddy groans as he begins to push himself into me. I’m pushed forward and bursa sınırsız escort whimper with every thrust. “You’re going to take it all like my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” My voice is muffled by the covers and the sound of his skin slapping against my ass and thighs, which still sting from the spanking.

He pushes his full length into me, and I moan in both pain and pleasure. I squirm a bit to lessen the pressure, and Daddy grabs both of my arms at the elbows and locks me in place. “You’re not going anywhere, Kitten. Daddy’s not done using you,” he grunts.

Intense pleasure fills my body at the knowledge of being so utterly used by this man. I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm and begin to whimper.

“Oh, please. I’m so close, Daddy, please!”

He laughs as he begins to fuck me faster. “Pretty little slut. Finish for Daddy.”

And I do.

I feel myself collapse around Daddy’s cock. My entire body relaxes and I go limp, aware of nothing but the intense bliss that consumes me. After a few moments, I’m back to reality, and Daddy is still fucking me.

“Oh!” I whimper as he continues to thrust into me, working towards his pleasure and disregarding the overstimulation of my pussy.

“Is it too much for you, Kitten?” he asks me in between his own gasps of pleasure.

“No, Daddy. Use me. Use me, please!”

I feel him reach his climax, and he releases my arms, dropping me onto my face on the covers.

He slaps my ass playfully and smiles. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

I feel myself beaming. I crawl into his lap and wrap myself around his leg. He strokes my hair for a bit before tapping my bottom and whispering, “Let’s get you cleaned up, my dear. Afterwards, we can snuggle, eat snacks, and watch a movie. How does that sound?”

I nod my head as I smile up at him and pull him into the bathroom.

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