“I don’t administer pain relief for naughty bottoms,” he informed her. He was rubbing his thumb around her clit as he spoke. “You feel all right everywhere else?”
Her breath was quickening and she arched her hips up. “Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“There’s somewhere else I ache.”
“Really? Where is that?” He gave her an innocent look she didn’t buy for a minute; he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Right where you’re touching.”
“Oh.” He looked down at her pussy. “Yes, your little clit is all swollen, isn’t it? I bet it would like to feel my tongue playing with it.”
“Oh, yes, please.”
“Hmm, too bad you’ve been naughty. I don’t give orgasms after a punishment.”
She cried out as he moved his hand away, thumping her fists against the bed. “That’s so unfair.”
“And throwing a tantrum is definitely not going to get you what you want,” he told her sternly. “Now, I think you could use some time in the corner.” He pointed at an empty corner in the room. He couldn’t be serious!
“Get yourself into the corner. Hold your t-shirt and sweater up over your bottom. I want your nose in the corner, your legs spread wide, and that ass sticking out. Go. Now.”
Well, crap seemed like he really was serious.
* * *
“Come here, baby girl.”
Oh, thank God that was over. Corner time sucked.
Especially when she was made to hold her t-shirt and sweater up high so her bare, throbbing bottom was on display as she rested her forehead against the corner of the room and pushed her butt out.
It was humiliating.
She dropped her clothing as she turned.
“Who said you could let go of the t-shirt?” he asked in a deep voice.
Well, crap. She grabbed it, pulling it up so her pussy and ass were exposed once more. Yep, corner time sucked.
He crooked a finger at her, then pointed to the space in front of him where he sat on the armchair. She came and stood between his open legs. He reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks firmly. She sucked in a breath. It was painful, but it also sent waves of heat rushing through her body.
“What did you think of corner time?” he asked her.
“I hated it.”
“Did you? Your pussy says otherwise. I could see how wet your lips were from here.”
“Oh God, the things you say to me,” she groaned.
“How are you doing? Any pain?” He watched her carefully.
She just gave him a look. He smiled. “I meant, other than your bottom. That was only ten swats. Can’t hurt that much.”
“Maybe I should smack your bottom and see if you think it hurts.” Fact was, it didn’t hurt that much. It was the corner time combined with the unrelieved arousal rocking her body that had her pouting.
“Other than my bottom, I’m not in any pain.”