Her brows drew together. “You’re really not upset with me?” she asked with such tentative hope that it made my heart squeeze.
Clearly, my words weren’t enough to ease her worry and pain. I’d have to show her how happy she made me. My babygirl needed her Daddy to make her feel good.
I grasped her waist and lifted her up, loving her softness beneath my hands. Her shocked, delighted giggle as she settled over my shoulder helped soothe the last twinge in my chest. I drew in a deep breath and strode toward the dining room.
She hadn’t truly heard me when I’d promised that I wasn’t upset anymore. My girl would get a little discipline to ensure she paid closer attention to what I said. Then I could feast on her sweet pussy and make her scream my name.
I set her down on her feet and swiftly turned her away from me before pressing my palm to her lower back. She released a relieved sigh as she obediently bent over, bracing her small hands on the polished dining table. She knew what was coming, and already the prospect of my correction began to calm her.
“Such a sweet girl,” I praised, earning another shuddering sigh from her.
She rested her cheek meekly on the table and arched her back, offering her ass to me.
“I know what I did was wrong, Daddy,” she murmured. “I shouldn’t have lied to you.”
I flipped up her skirt and delivered a sharp, punitive stroke to her sensitive upper thigh. She squealed at the sting, but my good girl didn’t shift away from the blow.
“That’s not what you did wrong, babygirl,” I reprimanded with another harsh slap, leaving a twin red handprint on her opposite thigh. “I already told you that you didn’t lie to me. I told you that I’m not upset. You’re not listening to me. That’s very naughty.”
She squealed and rocked up onto her toes as I began to spank her in earnest. Her creamy skin flushed my favorite shade of pink, and my palm prickled with delicious heat. I braced one hand at her lower back, pinning her to the table to ensure she didn’t wriggle away from the punishment.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried, her back bowing beautifully as she tossed her shining hair, struggling to accept the burn of my discipline.
Another smack. Her pert ass was so perfect and warm beneath my fingers as I stroked her to soothe the sting. She released a soft sob, but she wasn’t crying in anguish. Not anymore. I recognized the cathartic tears that she could only release when we were together like this: when she put her full trust in me and leaned on me for support.
I would always take care of her, in whatever way she needed.
And right now, she needed reassurance. Absolution.
I rubbed my palm over her enflamed flesh, and she sniffled, even as she wantonly pressed her pussy into my tender touch. My cock stiffened at the silky wetness that painted my fingers.
“What are you sorry for, babygirl?” I prompted in a low rumble, my own lust tempting me to drive into that slick heat at her core.
But not yet. Not until she promised me that she’d learned her lesson.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t listen,” she said softly.
“Good girl.”
I dropped to my knees and pressed a kiss to her reddened skin. The heat against my lips went straight to my dick, and I ached to get inside her.
My sweet girl had earned a reward.
I grasped her hips and flipped her onto her back, dragging her toward me so that her ass rested on the edge of the table. She parted her thighs in invitation, revealing adorable, pale pink lace panties.
“These are very pretty, princess.” I traced the line of her slit through the lace, and she pressed into my touch with a low moan. “Daddy will have to buy you a replacement.”
I snagged the delicate material between my teeth and tore away the barrier between my mouth and her sweet cunt. She gasped and writhed beneath me. I sank my fingers into her thighs to hold her in place, pinning her exactly where I wanted her. She yelped at the little bite of pain from my firm grip, but she settled in my harsh hold.
“That’s it,” I praised. “Daddy’s got you, babygirl. You were so good, taking your punishment for me. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
I ghosted a kiss over her clit, and a delicate shudder rolled through her hot little body.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged, struggling to lift her hips and grind against my face.
“Behave.” I squeezed her thighs in reprimand. She whimpered and stilled, ceding to my control.
I groaned at the first taste of her on my tongue, a taste I’d never tire of. Each time I feasted on her pussy, the rush was like nothing else. Pleasure shuddered through my body, making my muscles ripple and my cock throb. I ached to get inside her, but she’d been so good taking her punishment for me. She’d earned this reward.
I licked her pillowy, wet lower lips before circling the tight bud of her clit.