I had a fair bit of fear the first time I was over his knee, but the sense of danger didn’t seem to be there like it was before. He seemed a lot more playful. He rubbed my ass, caressed along the bottom part where it connected to my thighs and let his fingertips graze my inner thighs. I shuddered and adjust on his knee—but he didn’t stop teasing me. He moved his finger close to my pussy, made a wide circle around it, and then gently rubbed my clit. I could help but moan—I was so turned on that even a light touch was enough to send a current of pleasure through my body. He brought me dangerously close an orgasm and then pulled his finger away.
“Okay, time for your spanking.” His hand lifted and delivered smacks that were loud enough to be heard, but they didn’t really sting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I thought you were going to spank me…” I moved my hips in a circular motion.
“I’m giving you exactly what you deserve.” He moved his finger to my clit and started to rub it.
“Oh god…” I moaned and arched my back—he brought me close to an orgasm again before he pulled away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“More teasing?” I let out a light sigh—it didn’t feel like much of a spanking compared to the last one.
“It doesn’t always have to hurt.” He moved his finger back to my clit. “Sometimes it can be pleasurable…”
Everette kept repeating the same pattern
—a few smacks on each side of my ass followed by teasing that brought me so close to an orgasm I thought I was going to erupt before he pulled away. The spanking didn’t really hurt. He was barely landing them hard enough to make a noise. I doubted I would have gotten that kind of spanking if my Daddy had really walked in on me with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of vodka in the other. The plan fell apart somewhere between execution and believability. I would have to try harder the next time I landed in that position. Still, his finger felt good, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that was building. I was too turned on ask for more, and as the minutes passed, I began to see the difference—it was okay for the spanking to be pleasurable—that was almost as good as being punished.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“That feels so good…” I exhaled sharply when his finger moved back to my clit. “I’m ready to come!”
“What’s the rush? I thought you wanted to be spanked…” He pulled his finger away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I still need to come.” I felt my muscles getting tight as his finger returned and rubbed against my clit. “Please, Daddy.”
“You’ll come when I decide that you should.” His finger stayed a little longer, but he still didn’t leave it there long enough to send me over the edge.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking was actually starting to hurt—the smacks weren’t hard, but they were continuous, and it built up over time. I was torn between the pleasure and the pain, but neither one of them could sink in before I felt the other. I began to realize it was intentional. He wasn’t spanking me hard because he wanted to tease me and draw it out. The need to come was getting so intense that it felt almost feverish. My head was spinning in multiple directions at the same time as I tried to process the different emotional reactions to what he was doing. The pain made me want to squirm. The pleasure made me want to scream. It was tearing me apart.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Please…” A whimper rushed from my throat. “I was a good girl—you’re torturing me.”
I would rather have a hard spanking followed by a trip to paradise…
“I thought you wanted to be a bad girl tonight.” His words were firm, similar to how they were when I was actually being punished the previous night.
“I just want to come!” I tried to chase his finger when it pulled away from my clit.
“What are you going to give me?” He teased the inside of my thighs. “What’s the orgasm worth?”
“Anything…” I shuddered, and my body quivered.
“Will you use these lips, like you did last night?” He leaned forward and brushed his thumb against my bottom lip.
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“Then it’s time for you to prove it.” Everette lifted me off his knee until my feet touched the floor.
“I have to wait?” My lip trembled.