CHAPTER TEN
Chrissy
I know I’m supposed to feel remorseful or whatever, and I certainly don’t like that I threw a tantrum but to be honest, the primary feeling in my mind right now is excitement. I had my first spanking!
My very first spanking!
God, it’s stupid to be so damned happy about that. My butt cheeks sting like nobody’s business and the fact that Daddy holds tightly to them as he rams his cock into me repeatedly adds to the pain. How in the world can I be so happy about it?
I am, though.
I’m delighted!
“Yes, Daddy!” I moan. “Yes, Daddy!”
I can’t believe I’m making a big deal about the spanking. I’m so silly! I’m so damned silly!
I don’t care. I’m in the middle of sex with the man I love and what I feel more than anything else is how my ass hurts from the spanking. That’s the primary sensation. It’s more powerful than the pleasure of Daddy’s cock driving deep inside of me. It’s the predominant sensation and yet I’m so damned turned on by it that I can’t even begin to be unhappy about it. On the contrary, I’m thrilled!
Maybe turned on isn’t correct.
Maybe a better way to put it is that I feel fulfilled. Emotionally, I mean. I feel like Roger is completely my Daddy now. He isn’t holding back and if that means I’m going to have some trouble sitting down, it’s fine by me. It’s a tiny price to pay. As far as I’m concerned, I make out much better in that deal.
And let’s face it, I deserve the spankings I get. I think I’d fall right into a giggling fit if Daddy’s cock didn’t drive me absolutely wild right now. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact that every one of his thrusts sends the head of his dick over my sweet spot and makes me gasp because it feels like I’m going to cum, I might be giggling like crazy! It’s pretty damned hard to giggle while I’m moaning though.
Dear God, fulfilled is definitely the right way to think about it when it comes to the sex! My shoulders are on the soft, thick comforter and my arms are kind of spread out. My hands are balled up into fists, holding onto the bedclothes as though the blankets will fly away if I don’t. I feel utterly overwhelmed in the best possibly way. It’s like each of Daddy’s thrusts send me into some special kind of pleasure universe.
Oh, and a pain universe, too.
As if him squeezing my ass cheeks as he fucks me isn’t bad enough, each of his thrusts kind of slams his thighs against my ass, too, so whatever his gripping hands miss, the repeated bouncing against my poor ass cheeks catches. Again, it thrills me for some reason. Again, I might giggle if it didn’t all feel so damned good.
“Daddy!” I groan. “Oh God, Daddy! Yes!” My voice is so strained that I can’t really be sure he heard the words or that he can actually understand them. It doesn’t really matter because he’s doing exactly what I want. He’s doing exactly what I need and he doesn’t need any encouragement from me to do it.
What I want.
I want the whole relationship. I want what’s happening right now and I want the times when we’re just sitting down doing nothing at all. I want the giggles and I want the tears. I want the smiles and I want the frowns.
I want everything.
I want everything my Daddy has to offer me.
That includes the fun and it includes the work. It includes the spankings too. I’m his little girl and that’s what matters to me. I’m his little girl and it feels like the way his hand grips my ass, sending hurt emanating up and over my body, is a reminder of that fact. I’m his little girl and… Well, hell, it isn’t just a reminder. It’s a beautiful reminder.
Who would’ve guessed?
I even like being spanked when it’s my Daddy who does the spanking. Well, I like that he spanked me. I didn’t like the actual spanking. But he spanked me because that’s part of our relationship and it’s a part I want to remain.
Like I want all of my relationship with Daddy to remain.
He’s my Daddy and I love him. He’ll love me no matter what and I’ll love him, too. That’s because I’m not just his little girl. I’m his forever little girl, and that is the most beautiful thing I can imagine.
Chrissy and Roger are together and, on their way to Happily Ever After, but their story still isn’t finished.