Page 106 of Merciless Daddy

She cried out. Her legs opened a fraction. Between her thighs, she glistened.

The sight nearly broke my control.

I could have touched her.

One movement. My fingers would have found her wet and swollen from every measured strike. I could have rubbed her until she came across my lap, sobbing the title she had given me.

But that was not the agreement. Not tonight. My hand returned to her ass.

“One more,” I said.

Her fingers clenched.

“One more, Daddy.”

The eighteenth strike landed in the center of her left cheek.

The crack filled the room.

Her whole body went taut. Then soft.

“Eighteen,” she whispered.

I covered her burning skin with my palm.

“Finished.”

She moved against me.

“More.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No, Little One. We agreed. The spanking is over.”

Stopping hurt. My hand wanted another taste of her. My cock throbbed beneath her stomach. Her wetness shone between her thighs, and every shallow movement rubbed her over my leg.

I could have continued.

That was exactly why I did not.

I rested both hands on her, one between her shoulder blades and one over the heat I had made.

“The consequence is finished,” I said. “You did well.”

Her breathing shook.

I lifted her carefully from my knees.

She was light in my arms and burning where my hand had been.

I carried her to the opposite end of the sofa and lowered her onto her stomach.

Her pajama bottoms remained around her thighs.

“Stay there.”