“And I don’t want to argue, or have to spank you so close to bedtime. Now let’s go.”
Her eyes light up and her back straightens, and I know I’ve woken something deep inside her.
“Read me a bedtime story.”
“Another night. You’ve had a big day and it’s time for your bath. No more questions. No more disobedience.”
I snap my fingers and point toward the tub.
She shakes her head violently. “I won’t do it.”
“You will, young lady, or I’ll have you across my knee and it won’t be three spanks this time. And it won’t just be my hand.”
She was crossing the line and she knew it, but what I knew is that this had nothing to do with the rules I’d given her. This was her challenging me. She wanted a struggle and she wanted me to win. I need to stand my ground.
“That’s it,” I huff, marching back into the bedroom and in one move grab her and flip her from vertical to horizontal, face down over my knee.
She writhes against my lap like she’s trying to get off, and I pause. “Are you being a bad and naughty girl?”
“Uh huh,” she says softly.
“I don’t believe that’s the appropriate way to address me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she corrects and damn is it music to my ears.
“You’re Daddy’s naughty girl aren’t you?”
She nods.
“Say it,” I growl, my hand finding her ass cheek and squeezing it hard, kneading her skirt in my hand.
“I’m your naughty girl.”
My cock jerks in my pants, needing release. But my angel always comes first, in all ways.
“What am I doing to you right now?” I ask, needing to hear the words as I continue to massage her but so firmly this alone surely has her skin red already.
“You’re being naughty.”
“Describe how I’m being naughty.”
“Daddy’s…touching me.”
“And do you want Daddy to stop?”
“No, Daddy. No.”
“Then tell me what else I’m doing,” I groan as my palm turns one hundred and eight degrees and I run my finger over her clothed slit, causing her to moan.
“Daddy!”
“Tell me what I’m doing,” I grunt, my balls heavy as hell.
“You’re touching my princess parts.”
“Whose?”
“Mine, I mean…yours, Daddy.”