A smirk forms on his face and he says nothing.
“What?”
“Naughty girl hasn’t learned h
er lesson about negative self-talk it seems.”
“Oops,” I say, bringing my hand to my face.
“Oops isn’t going to cut it, but maybe a reminder will.”
“A reminder?”
“Discipline.”
I want to scream ‘goody’ but I play along, my cheeks heating at the remembrance of his hand spanking me.
Seconds later I’m falling onto my back on the bed just before Henry sits on the edge. Before I can right myself he grabs me by the ankles, pulling me back toward him and throwing me over his lap like a sack of potatoes.
“You need to learn to take care of yourself,” he says, and I see both anger and concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I should haven’t eaten all the candy.”
“Not the candy, little girl.” I look back over my shoulder and see him sizing up my bottom as if it’s a T-bone steak he’s about to sink his teeth into after sustaining himself on a diet of only beans and rice for a year. “Your mental health. The way you talk about yourself. Mental health is where it all starts. Now, Daddy’s going to give you a reminder, but apparently he needs to take it up a notch this time so you remember, so you learn, so you abide.”
“Henry!” I cry out, but there’s no response. “Daddy!” Nothing.
He steadies me with one hand and suddenly the other grabs the top of his shirt I’ve been wearing all day and he yanks it up, exposing my bare bottom.
“You’ll learn to do as you’re told,” he chides.
If I had panties on right now they’d be drenched, but I don’t and I feel a squishy sensation between my legs and know that despite how much I press my legs together my body can’t form a damn to stop the river from running from somewhere it’s literally never run from before.
My eyes close and my stomach clenches, the embarrassment of what he must be seeing too much to take. And what I can’t see but smell, my arousal cloaking me and surely filling the entire room.
“I’ll listen!” I cry out, but it only falls on deaf ears.
“Aaaah, now she suddenly remembers right before she’s about to get her cute little ass whipped.”
The sound of his belt buckle unfastening perks up my ears and as it falls from the clasp so do my defenses. I want this, as much as I don’t want to admit it out loud.
Suddenly there’s the whooshing of his belt through the loops and the crack of leather as he folds it in half.
Crack!
The belt comes down across my bare bottom and my entire body jerks, every muscle tightening and something else I never would have expected tightening right along with it.
My pussy.
As much as the back of me feels more alive than I’ve ever been, my opening feels more dead, more empty, more needy without something to fill me. Something of his. Something that’s missing.
The belt comes down against my ass again and I yelp, my skin burning from the sensation of pain mixed with pleasure.
“Yell all you want. There’s nobody coming to save you,” he warns before he spanks me yet again and again and again.
Finally the sound of the belt hitting the ground signifies that this round of punishment is done. My chest is heaving. I can’t catch my breath. And I want to be fucked so bad I can’t even think straight.
“Are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy, princess?”