Brea
I’m floating. It doesn’t seem like my feet could even touch the floor as Daddy eases out of me and gathers me in his arms. He carries me to the bathroom, making it impossible for me to know if I could touch the floor if I tried.
He sits me on the vanity and turns on the tub. He doesn’t hide himself from me as he removes the condom and puts it in the trash. His gaze is on me every second, devouring me. He’s grinning. So am I.
“So you want to do that again?”
“Yes, please.” I swing my legs. I’m sore, but I don’t care. I’m also sticky and not surprised when I glance down and see that my thighs are pink. I cringe.
His hands come to my knees. “It’s just a little blood, kitten.” He strokes my thighs. “It’s normal.”
I nod.
He lifts my chin and kisses me. A sweet, slow, gentle, claiming kiss. The best kind. When he breaks the kiss, he gathers my hair up on top of my head and secures it with a band.
Next, he adds bubbles to the bath and then lifts me into the warm water and climbs in behind me. He settles us so I’m sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest.
“You’re purring like the kitten you are,” he tells me. His hands drift up and down my arms.
I giggle. “Am I?”
“Yes. And I like it.”
I snuggle into him and let him take care of me. He washes every inch of my body, taking special care between my legs. His fingers tease my folds until I’m aroused again.
He chuckles. “Insatiable Little girl.”
“All your fault.”
He laughs again. “I’m not sorry.” He kisses my temple. “And I love that you shaved your pussy. It’s sexy as hell.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I wiggle against him until he stops me with a hand to my hip.
“No squirming, kitten. Daddy can’t take that right now.”
“We could have sex again,” I tell him, twisting around to look at him.
“Not today, we can’t. You’ll be sore.”
I pout.
He rolls his eyes. “You owe me a spanking, Little one. Then you’ll be even more sore. Maybe your pink little bottom will distract you from your sore pussy.”
I sigh. Getting spanked today is inevitable, and I kind of asked for it, and I’m also secretly looking forward to it. I understand why he didn’t spank me before now, but after watching Amy and Leah get their bottoms swatted on many occasions, my curiosity is piqued. I want to know what all the hype is about.
I relax against him and we stay in the tub until the water is chilly. Finally, Daddy lifts me out and dries me off with a huge fluffy towel. He wraps it around me and carries me back into his room to sit me on the edge of the bed.
I watch him intently as he moves around the room, drying his own body finally, and opening drawers. He doesn’t care a bit that he’s naked, and I’m glad because I love looking at him. He’s so strong and built and sexy. I can’t wait to have sex with him again. Dozens of ideas come to mind. It’s going to take a while to try everything I’m thinking about.
I’m kind of sad when he puts on boxer briefs and then jeans, and I must have made a noise expressing my displeasure because he chuckles as he comes to me.
“Okay, naughty Little girl. Time to remind you who’s in charge.” He unwraps the towel from around me and pulls it free, leaving me naked. After grabbing a pillow and setting it next to me, he pats it. “On your tummy. Lie over the pillow so your bottom is raised.”
I’m trembling as I do as I’m told. I want this, but I’m nervous. The only other time he swatted me, I had pants on and I was over his knee. This time I’m on his bed, and I’m naked. I’ve come a long way since the first day I met him.
Daddy sets one hand on my lower back and the other rubs my bottom. It’s intimate and nerve-wracking. It feels so naughty that I’m about to let a man spank me. Naughty and arousing at the same time.
I get it now. He hasn’t even landed the first swat and I get why Amy and Leah enjoy this. It’s a power exchange. I couldn’t be more submissive if I tried. I’m excited. I can’t wait to experience something new.
Sure, he spanked me once before, but this is totally different. I’m very much his Little girl this time. He’s in charge. He may have let me step out of my Little space for a while to have sex, and he didn’t seem to mind that I wavered back and forth, but I’m Little now.
I breathe heavier as he continues rubbing my bottom. Anticipation is killing me.
“Pull your hands up under your head like a pillow, kitten. If you can keep them there, I won’t restrain you. If you lower them, I will clasp your wrists against your back. I don’t want to accidentally strike your fingers.”
“Yes, Sir.” I feel somehow more exposed with my arms stretched out above my head. My breasts are brushing against the sheet. My arousal increases, and I squeeze my thighs together. I could easily rub my clit against the pillow and get off.
“Spread your knees, Brea.”
I groan at his demand. Did he read my mind?
The moment I part my thighs, he stuffs another pillow between my legs. Seconds later, he adjusts the one under my tummy so my clit can’t make contact.
I’m panting. I want him to touch my pussy. I need to come yet again. And I suspect my need is about to shoot through the roof when he starts spanking me.
The first swat isn’t hard, but it takes my breath away because my clit vibrates.
“That’s the sweet spot, kitten. I’m sure you felt that in your pussy.”
I can’t breathe. I’ll come if he does that again.
“I’m going to pepper your pretty bottom with my palm until it’s hot and pink. I won’t hit that particular spot very often. You don’t have permission to come.”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice squeaks. I’m close to begging.
He spanks me again, higher this time, not at the juncture of my butt and my thighs, but flat on my right cheek. It stings, but in a good way. A second later, he swats the other cheek.
I try to relax as I decide it’s not as painful as I expected. It feels good. Liberating. Like he’s exonerating me for anything and everything.
He continues, spanking my butt and my thighs and occasionally the special spot that makes my clit pulse. With every slap of his hand, I relax further. The opposite of what I expected. Illogical. But so freeing. Peaceful.
I’m disappointed when he stops, and he chuckles as he rubs my bottom. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m not done. Just taking a break to see how you’re doing. Based on that cute little moan, I’d say you want more.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. I hadn’t realized I moaned.
He resumes, the swats landing closer together, the pressure increasing, my pussy throbbing harder. With one tap to my clit, I would come. I want it like a drug. Crave the release. Will he let me come? I know Foster and Craig sometimes don’t let Amy and Leah come when they’re disciplined.
Daddy spanks me several more times, switching back and forth between my cheeks and my thighs before landing half a dozen swats to the sweet spot near my pussy.
I’m so close to coming. I can’t stop it. I lift my head. I’m shaking.
Daddy slides his hand down from my lower back to my bottom. He holds me there while the hand he’s used to spank me reaches between my thighs. The moment he touches my clit, I scream. I come so hard and so unexpectedly that I can’t keep my voice down.
“That’s my good girl.” He gently strokes my clit. It’s all I need as I ride the waves of my release.
I melt into the bed when it’s over, my body limp, my clit still sensitive, my bottom burning.
“Stay right here, kitten.” He disappears, leaving me panting and quivering. My emotions are overwhelming me.
Seconds later, he’s back, and he’s rubbing a cool ointment into my hot skin. It feels so good. I’m a jumbled mess. My thoughts are all over the place.
Suddenly, I’m sobbing uncontrollably. A dam opens up and I can’t stop the tears.
Daddy immediately scoops me up into his arms. He pushes the pillows out of the way and then lowers both of us to the mattress. He holds me tight against his chest, pulling the covers over my body.
He kisses the top of my head as I keep crying. I don’t know why I’m crying and I’m so embarrassed, but he never lets me go. He rubs up and down my back, my head, my arms. He whispers words I can’t hear because my ears are underwater.
It’s an odd sensation since I don’t think my ears have ever been underwater because I don’t know how to swim. The only times I’ve been in the pool, I’ve stayed close to the edge, sitting on the sloped entry. This makes me cry even harder.
“That’s a girl. Get it all out.” Finally, I manage to hear his words.
My crying eventually slows until I’m drained and only the occasional sob escapes. I say the first thing that comes to mind. “I can’t swim, Daddy.”
He chuckles, his chest vibrating both of us. “That’s why you’re crying?” His voice is light. He’s teasing, but not in a mean way.
“I don’t know. That just slipped out.” I whimper.
“That’s okay. You told me that once before. Daddy will teach you how to swim, kitten. Don’t you worry.” He kisses my temple. “Do you feel better?”
“I feel embarrassed,” I confess.
“No reason to be. It’s perfectly natural for Little girls to cry after a spanking, especially with a powerful orgasm tacked on for good measure. It’s called subspace.”
I tip my head back to look at him.
He grabs the corner of the sheet to wipe my tears and my nose. “What’s subspace?”
“It’s when a submissive slides into a sort of euphoric place from either a spanking or any kind of submission. A place where you feel kind of raw and open and exposed. It comes after the adrenaline rush of the intense scene. It’s common.”
“Oh.” At least I’m not an alien.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, kitten?”
“The spanking?” I glance away from him. “Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t think Amy and Leah misbehave because they hate getting spanked do you?”
I shrug. He’s got a point. I know they do it on purpose. Now I know why.
“You’re not going to become a naughty little girl every day are you?” he teases.
“No, Sir.” I shake my head. I liked the spanking a lot, but I wouldn’t want to experience it very often. I meet his gaze. My voice is soft when I continue. “I don’t think I’d like for you to spank my bare bottom in front of people.” I shudder.
He shakes his head. “I’m certain you wouldn’t. You’re too modest. I would never embarrass you on purpose.” His hand trails up to cup my breast. “I won’t spank you bare in front of people, nor will I expose your breasts or make you wear anything so thin people can see your nipples.”
I blow out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He holds me for a long time before patting my still-heated bottom. “Can I take you into the bathroom now and wash your face?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. I’m heavy and sated. I’m not sure I can move, but I don’t have to. Daddy does it for me. He slides off the bed, lifts me into his comforting arms, and carries me to the bathroom.
I’m a bit wobbly when he sits me on the counter, and I wince because my butt stings. He keeps a hand on my thigh, steadying me while he uses the other to run cool water over a cloth and wring it out.
The way he gently wipes my face makes me almost start crying again. When he’s done, I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight. I love you.
I don’t say the words out loud because I know I’m in a strange emotional place, but I think them over and over. Does he love me as much as I love him?