Her soft ass cheeses, first one, and then the other.
“Tell me why you’re getting a spanking” I said.
“Cause I was doin’ a naughty thing, ” she lisped.
“What kind of naughty thing were you doing? Show Daddy what you were doing.”
She whimpered, ” But Daaaaa-deee, do I haaave to?”
Without answering, I slapped her ass Cheeks suddenly and forcefully, twice on each chef. She squealed and turned around quickly, grabbing her cheeks and rubbing. She started to sniffle.
“NOW. SHOW. ME.” I said firmly.
“Yes Daddy,” she said immediately. She hooked the waistband of her tiny thong panties and yanked them to her knees and then stood looking at me through her locks with a look of petulant remorse. pout was back, and as usual, though it was Kryptonite, weakened and disoriented me.
Fighting through the fog, I managed, “That pout of yours is only going to make your spanking last longer and be harder, you know.”
“Don’ care!” she whispered.
“What? What was that” I demanded.
“Nothin’ Daddy! I didn’t say nothin’…I proof-miiiiise!”
“Wow! Talking back AND lying, to boot. You must really want a big, big spanking, don’t you, you bad girl! Now stop talking and start showing!”
“Okay, Daddy,” she sniffed.
She hobbled over to stand between my open knees and stand with her perfect, hairless slit inches from my face. A gold bead was at the top of the slit. Immediately below was the pink bead that was her clip. It was swollen and extended beyond the tiny pink lips that encased it. In an instant, my mouth was glued to her and I tongued feverishly at both beads, first biting at them, and then sucking, while all the while, my tongue never ceased licking. I was like a man who was dying of thirst at a spring. I could not drink in enough. The sweet juice that poured forth only made me more ravenous and I was lost in an ecstasy. She climaxed and the convulsions forced the lubricants of her pussy to be wrung outonto my grateful, waiting tongue. I reached out to push her panties to the floor but stopped short of doing so. Somehow the picture of her standing submissively in front of me was only heightened by the fact that her panties were in a way forcing and enforcing her helplessness.
Weakened and unsteady by her orgasm, she collapsed forward against me, abruptly forcing her left nipple into my mouth. Though still covered by her bra and blouse, I bit through the fabric until I caught her swollen nipple between my teeth and bit down. Not too hard- just hard enough to cause her to moan softly. At that, I yanked her tits out and went for the same nipple, except now with my lips covering my teeth. After an eternity of bliss with that nipple, I turned my mouth to the other, while I tweaked the abandoned one roughly with my fingers. Her moans had turned to an urgent whimpering. Her hand dropped to my lap and began to trace the outline of my erection, which throbbed beneath my white canvas work pants. With some effort, I released her successful nipple and said,
“Not so fast, you bad girl. You still have not shown me why you are getting a spanking.”
“‘K, Daddy,” she breathed.
Pushing herself back to standing, she ran her slender hand down from her navel to the gold bead at the top of her slit. She touched it lightly, and drew away with a shudder. Her eyes were heavy lidded and barely open. Her breath came in short pants through swollen lips.
“Then what?” I tried to sound authoritarian.
“Then…I… touched it here,” she breathed, pushing one finger into her pussy. She inched it closer to my face. I could hear the sticky, smacking, “pop” sounds that her finger made as it diverged urgently in and out of her tender slit. Her thumb pressed down on her clip while the finger, now joined by another, pushed harder and faster, in and out her streaming pussy. She began to buck her hips against her pushing knuckles.
“This, Daddy! This is what I wasdoin’ Daddy! Oh, you caught me Daddy!! Oh! Ahh! Ooh! DaaDeeee!!…Oh no, I was naughty again, haven’t I Daddy? Ohhh, Daddy, what are you going to do to me?!” she moaned. “Are you going to spank me real hard, Daddy?”
“Oh yes, little miss, that I am, ” I replied purposefully. With that I seized her left wrist and pulled her across my body while at the same time pulling down. She fell across my lap with a sharp “OOH!” and then lay as plumantly as a will tip, without struggling, her toes on my right and her long blonde hair piled on the floor to my left. Her hands lay curled submissively against her wrists, on the floor. She was holding her breath. Her incredible ass jutted up towards me and I gazed in wonder down into the soft, mysterious, receptions of her crack. A tiny pink crinkle that was her asshole winded open and closed as I roughly spread her cheeses and held them open to my lecherous eyes. Just below, an even pinker fold opened like a blooming flower. It was moist and fragrant, like some exotic rainforest orchid. The fragment of her desire hit my nostrils, and it drive me into a frenzy of lust. I leaned over and plunged my face into her ass. Like a diver taking in one last breath of air, I devoured her ass and pussy until I no longer could. Gasping, I brought my face up…and my right hand down-hard. Her head shot up, flinging her hair across her back. My hand came down again on her soft ass with a loud “CRACK!”. Her head and hair flung back down and she began to wail.
“OWW!! Daaa-deeey!! That hurts! “
“I’m glad you think so,” I replied stonily. “Naughty girls get spanked, and then they feel better.”
I don’t know how I know this, but I did. When I was just a teenager, the farmer’s daughter that I was fucking throw herself over my knee one day during foreplay in a field of East Texas oil wells. I was confused at first, but she reached back and began to playfully slap at me while thrusting her ass up. Young and dumb as I was, I wasn’t retarded, and began to rain smacks down upon her sweet teenage ass until she cried out in laughter and tears, promising that “I’ll be good!!” We then fucked like a couple of teenagers. She came so hard and then cuddled against my chest afterwards sweetly. She made me feel like King Kong.
“You sure gave me a good, hard spankin’!” she purred, and made a sexy fake sniffle. “I really needed that…I love you so much.” It remains one of my most cherished memories of early sex. Soon thereafter, she would introduce me to the thrill of anal sex-but that’s another story.
“Pleeeze Daaadeee! Ow ow ow ow ow ow!! Daa-deeee!” My arm, conditioned from years of repetitive hammer strikes, sanding strokes, spray gun triggering, punches thrown, pool cue thrusts, and twelve ounce curls had becomes a machine with a mind of its own, tiredly rising and falling, without remorse upon her successful ass, which was rapidly reddening. After a solid five minutes of steady hard spanking, she started to cry.Her ankles, still bound by her panties, began pumping up and down in rhythm to the spanking. Reflexes got the better of her and her right hand came back to cover her ass. I seized her wrist and held her arm against her back. “Ow! OWW! Ohh-ohh ohoo-hoo! ,” she cried. “Pleeeze Daaa-deeeee! Pleeeeeze Daaa-deeeee! Ow,oh-hooo-hoo!”
“Ready for the hairbrush?” I asked.
“Oh NO! Daddy, please don’t spank my poor bottom with the hairbrush! It stings SO much, Daddy!” she wailed. By now I was in total control of the situation and myself. I would spank her ass with the hairbrush and there not a power in this universe that would stop me. I knew that she could feel my rock-hard cock pressing into her and that just made me bolder.
“Oh, yes, you’re going to get the brush before this spanking is over, young lady!” I said firmly. I then tilted her up off of my lap and stood her up. She stood in front of me, looking at the ground and crying hard while she rubbed her ass with both hands. She bounced on her toes and turned to try to see her flamenning bottom. God, she was so fucking sexy!
After a bit her crying slowed and turned to sniffling. “Daddy? Do I still have to get a spankin’ with the brush?” she whimpered.
“What do you think?” I replied.
She slowly shook her head up and down.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” I demanded.
She started to cry again as she hobbled slowly to the table. She picked up the hairbrush and held it with both hands. With that devastating pout, she looked at me and whispered, “You mean this hairbrush, Daddy?”
END OF PART ONE
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