“Daddy!” I whispered hoarsely, but he didn’t remove his finger. Instead, he started to pump it in and out of my backside roughly. My body reacted almost violently, my inner walls spasming with need at the same time that my pussy clenched tightly around empty air.
“Such a needy little girl,” he mused, and I whined as I ground myself against him.
“Naughty girl. You should know that this pretty little pussy is not going to get fucked tonight. Daddy plans to take your little bottom and you’re going to ask for all of it. You will ask me to make it hurt when I force my cock inside this tight virgin hole and you will beg for it to keep hurting until your anger and shame turns into desperation and then finally, you will ask me to keep fucking you until you give me your total surrender,” he warned.
I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out. It turned out that I didn’t have to though because he withdrew his finger from my bottom and returned to spanking me just as hard as before.
“I can’t!” I finally managed to say, but the residual burn that his finger had left behind wouldn’t leave my mind. Even as I tried to avoid the painful sting of his palm, my bottom hole throbbed, a firm reminder that he’d pressed his finger inside me.
“It pleases Daddy to know that no one else has had the pleasure of enjoying this tight virgin hole, little girl. He’s looking forward to hearing you cry and moan for him as he takes it tonight for the very first time,” he said firmly, and I hated the way that my body instantly responded to his bold words.
The spanking increased in intensity, stinging more and more and my anger grew just like he had predicted. It hurt far more than I wanted, and nothing could make the pain stop. His palm gripped my hip tightly, holding me in place so that I had to take it all. He spanked the tops of my thighs and even ventured down a bit further than he had before, which stung far more than the rest.
I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. Almost as if he knew what I was doing, he spanked me even harder and before too long, I lost control and made a sound.
“This is just my palm, little girl. Imagine how much more it’s going to hurt when you learn what Daddy’s wooden paddle feels like,” he warned, and my anger only increased at the same time that my pussy grew wetter.
I writhed over his lap, kicking my toes as I tried to avoid the painful spanking. It hurt and I hated that it did, but what I loathed the most was how much more aroused it was making me. Nothing seemed to quell that fervent desire and when he focused on the lower curve of my bottom with his hand, I cried out and started to beg.
“Please, Daddy!”
“You know what Daddy wants to hear, little girl. You also know that your spanking won’t end until you do,” he replied, his voice rumbling with seductive need. He made his point after that with his palm, thoroughly spanking from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs and just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he reached for the paddle in front.
“No, please!” I pleaded, even though I knew that my begging wouldn’t stop him.
He tapped the wooden paddle against my backside lightly enough so that it didn’t hurt. Even though he hadn’t used anything like it before, I knew that he was being kind and that it could be far worse.
“Do you have something you’d like to ask me for?” he pressed.
I clamped my lips shut, unable to stop myself from thinking about what his cock would feel like as it pressed into my bottom hole and hating that I did exactly that.
The paddle cracked against my bottom for the first time and a strangled keening sound escaped my lips.
Holy fuck.
His hand hurt. His belt had hurt even more, but it all paled in comparison to this.
“You don’t like hard spankings, little girl, but Daddy knows how much you like to be subdued with his cock,” he said, and I shivered.
The paddle thrashed against my backside again and again as I lost all semblance of reason. The sting was overwhelming and quick, and I couldn’t think of anything but that horrid wooden surface and when my paddling would finally end.
“You will trust that Daddy knows what you need,” he demanded, and the paddle descended down onto my thighs. I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Please, Daddy. It hurts!”
“I know, little girl,” he chided, and it made me angry and upset and needy and far too aroused for my liking. The paddle was ruthless, the sting building with each stroke until I thought I was going to cry.
“Wait! Daddy, please!” I begged.
“Are you ready to ask for what you need, little girl?”
He paused my paddling, and the sting didn’t recede. If anything, it settled in more deeply as the soreness spread across my bottom. My breath hitched in the back of my throat and I whimpered as I struggled to formulate the words that he wanted me to say even as my mind went blank.
“Ask me to take your bottom, little girl.”
I cried out in shame and he popped my backside with the paddle twice.
“Please take my bottom, Daddy,” I managed to whimper.