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“No one is supposed to be in his office when he isn’t here. I’m giving you one last chance,” I say in a stern voice, my cock already raging from the close contact.
“What do you want me to say?” she blurts out. I can hear the fear in her voice and for a second, I reconsider what I’m about to do. “I tore a picture, and I needed tape,” she repeats before biting her lower lip.
8
BRIE
Ibrace myself against his legs, waiting for his hand to fall on me again. While being here like this is scary, I can’t deny it’s exciting. As soon as he told me he’d punish me, something switched and I chose to lie to him. This is exactly what I wanted. Our kiss earlier ignited something in me, and I wanted more of him. If this is how I have to get it, so be it.
He’s staring at my body, bent on his legs with hungry eyes. I shudder as he pulls the skirt of my dress up, and his fingers brush against me. I bite my lip and look back at him. He’s licking his own while he stares at my nearly exposed ass. His fingers caress the red spot he made earlier, and goosebumps rise on my body.
“You should have listened,” he whispers in a deep, low voice. “This is what happens when little girls like you do something bad.”
I gasp when the palm of his hand strikes my skin again. A whimper escapes my throat, and he twitches against me. He does it again, and I cry out this time, my breath quickening. I swear I hear him growling while his hand lingers on my skin.
“Don’t ever lie to me again,” he warns me, and I nod my head, still breathing heavily.
He spanks me once more, and I moan for a brief second but catch myself and quickly close my mouth. At this point, I’m already so wet I’m scared of leaving a spot on his pants.
“I won’t lie again,” I promise breathlessly.
“Daddy.”
“What?” I turn to him, baffled and not sure if I heard him correctly.
“You should start calling me Daddy when it’s just the two of us.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he whispers as licks my outer ear, making me rub my thighs together involuntarily, “I’ll take care of you in every way I can.”
I mull the idea over and find that I don’t mind. There’s something about giving up control that turns me on.
“Stand up,” he commands as he pulls his hand away from me.
I face him, my ass still stinging, and can’t keep my eyes off what has formed at the front of his pants. He doesn’t do anything to hide it either.
“Next time I catch you doing something you shouldn't, the consequences won’t be as nice.” His eyes fall to my mouth. “Go back to your room.”
I nod my head and quickly walk through the door into our shared bathroom, closing it behind me and leaning against it for a second.
Today has been crazy. I lift my skirt and look at where Benito marked me again, tracing my fingers over it. Why do I like this so much? Why am I so turned on? And me calling him Daddy? Why does it sound so sexy?
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whisper to myself.
I hear a knock on my bedroom door and walk over to answer it. I’m still a little frazzled by what just happened, so I take a deep breath to calm myself before opening the door. My mom is standing there with a shopping bag in her hand.
“I saw these at the store and had to get them for you,” she says, pushing her way into the room. “Try them on for me. I want to make sure they all fit.”
“Right now?” I ask her as she walks to my bed to sit down.
She nods her head, and I sigh before walking to the bathroom, careful that the skirt of my dress doesn’t rise and show her the redness on my ass. She bought me some new dresses. They’re all beautiful but awfully expensive. She’s been out spending a lot of money since she and Enio got married. He keeps telling me it’s fine to splurge on the finer things and not to worry about the money, but I can’t help it. I feel like it’s wrong to accept half of the things she buys for me.
Most of the time, I end up wearing my old clothes to avoid the issue altogether. I slip out of my clothes and into one of the dresses she bought me. The first one I try on is a tight black dress with a low-cut neckline. It comes to the middle of my thighs and hugs every curve on my body. It’s a cute dress for a night out, but for a dress your mom buys you, it’s weird.
I walk out of the room to show it to her, and she stands up to look over it.
“It’s fine. I just think the length is a little off.” With a finger on her chin, she gestures for me to turn around. “Let me see, we can hem it a little higher.” She starts folding the bottom of the skirt, and I panic and back away from her.
