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Her skin was as pale as milk, and it looked as soft as velvet. Under her shirt, she was wearing a lacy red bra, and I felt the arousal rise in my pants as I craved her. Once she was free from the shirt, she started to unbutton her jeans, allowing me a sneak peek at her luscious bottom.

Her panties matched her bra, and her legs were as pale as the rest of her skin. Standing before me clothed in nothing but her undergarments, she smiled down at me, a look of confidence on her face as she watched me. Taking a deep breath, I motioned for her to get closer.

“Come accept your punishment,” I told her, smiling as I patted my lap. “If you’re a good little girl and accept your full punishment, I’ll give you a reward.” Tilting her head at me, she crossed her arms.

“Is there a safe word to go with my punishment?” she asked, and I considered this for a moment.

“Yes, there is,” I informed her. “The safe word is kitten.”

CHAPTER NINE

Amanda

Standing before him half naked and completely vulnerable under his dark, hungry gaze, I started to wonder if I had made a terrible mistake. He looked like a predator watching his prey as it wandered helplessly into his trap. Despite the fear in my chest, especially since this would be my first time doing anything like this, I remembered what everyone else warned me of and took a deep breath.

The biggest rule of being a Little was to always trust your Daddy no matter what. Scott might have sounded angry about the situation, but I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me. He had clearly taken every precaution possible to make sure I felt safe and comfortable, and I knew that the least I could do was trust him in this situation.

As I approached him, I ignored the intimidating look on his face and laid down across his lap, ready to accept the punishment he was about to give me after teasing him the way I had. He was so big in comparison to me and my tiny body, and I felt like a child in his lap. As soon as I settled into his lap, I flinched when I felt his massive, warm hand touch the cheek of my bottom.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned as he spoke. “If you’re not okay with this, we can try something else.” As much as I wanted to chicken out, I knew that the best thing I could do was at least give it a try. That way, I would know whether or not I liked any of it for the next time.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him. Knowing that it was only fair to warn him in case things escalated, I continued. “I guess I’m just nervous for my first time.” Risking a glance over my shoulder, I saw the look of realization dawn on his face.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked, trying to clarify the situation. Nodding my head in response, I saw his expression soften, and he smiled a little as he continued. “Let me know if you don’t like anything we do. There’s no pressure, and I don’t want to scare you or hurt you.” Again, I nodded in response and turned my head back towards the floor, staring straight down.

“I want to try this,” I informed him. “All I want is for you to be gentle. I’ll let you know if I want to stop.” Feeling his hand rest on my bottom, I took a deep breath and tried to brace myself.

Rather than striking me right away, I felt him rub the entire cheek, almost as if he was trying to help me relax. As afraid as I was, feeling the way his hand felt on my cold skin was comforting, and I felt my body start to go limp, patiently waiting for his blow to come. When it did, it was sudden and rough.

His hand withdrew and fell as quickly as a well practised hit, and I was startled by how gentle it was despite the sound his hand made when it came in contact with my skin. The sound echoed through the partially empty room, and I jerked in surprise, completely surprised by what had happened. Immediately, he stopped right away and waited to see my reaction.

When I didn’t use the safe word or beg him to stop, he rested his hand once again on my bare skin, massaging it a little before continuing. The entire time, I kept count in my head, using this distraction to keep myself from panicking. While it didn’t hurt, the one thing I knew I would have to get used to was the sound.

One… Two… Three…

“I think that’s a good start,” Scott decided out loud as he let go of me. “Do ahead and get up. I want to try something else with you.” Confused by his change of behavior, I rose to my feet and turned to stare at him, my hand on the throbbing cheek he had been punishing. As he stood there before me, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the well toned muscles of his body. “Lay down on the bed.” Nodding, I did exactly as he said.

As soon as I was settled down at the head of the bed, my half naked body exposed to his hungry gaze, he positioned himself between my legs, exposing the soaking wet under region where my sex was. Peeling my underwear down my legs, he exposed my sex to him, and I started to wonder if he would even fit when I saw the way his erection stood out against the fabric of his pants. Rather than freeing himself from the confines of his clothing, he instead dipped his head between my legs and licked my sex.

A whimper escaped me as I bucked underneath him, offering my body to him like a sacrifice. He chuckled as he nuzzled the soft lips with his stubbled face, seeming to enjoy the way I squirmed underneath him. Smiling, he looked up at me.

“Hold still, Little One,” he told me, his voice smooth like silk and sweet as honey. “Daddy’s trying to reward you for being such a good girl.” Again, he dipped his head between my legs, and I moaned loudly as I felt him set to work, teasing me with his warm, wet tongue.

Trying to remain as still as possible, I laced my fingers through his hair and held him close to me, allowing him to delve his tongue between the lips in order to mimic the feeling of sex as his thumb rubbed against my clit. A bubble of tension built up inside me, causing my body to cry out for more. However, knowing that it was better to remain still, I laid there, allowing him to do as he pleased.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, unable to help myself any longer. “Please, I need you.” Rather than acknowledging my plea, he continued to tease me, causing the bubble of tension to build more and more.

I wasn’t sure how much longer he teased me, but, after what felt like an eternity, the bubble of tension burst inside me, and I cried out as my body arched then went limp while wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, teasing me thanks to his work. A wetness spread between my legs, and I whimpered as I looked down just in time to see Scott raise his head, a smile on his face as he stared at me.

“Good little girl,” he purred, sounding as though he was talking to a child or a pet rather than someone who had just squirted in his face. “That’s what I was looking for.”

CHAPTER TEN

Scott

“I can’t believe you,” remarked Bradley as he marched into the auto repair shop the following Monday. Looking up from the bike I was working on, I watched him close the distance between us and felt the worry build inside me as Adam looked up from his work.

“What is it now, Bradley?” he demanded, sounding impatient as he spoke. “I thought Chase had you on patrol or something.” Rather than humoring his question, Bradley continued to stare me down.