Tucking himself back into his pants, he crossed the room to the small closet where he kept his toys and retrieved the long, thin crop he often favored for play. So far, his sassy little girl had only felt the sting of his hand, and he was curious to see how she would react to something with a little more bite.
“Ass up,” he said when he turned to find her stretched out on the bed.
To her credit, she didn’t give him her usual bratty attitude, but moved immediately into position with her head pillowed on her arms and her hips lifted high, presenting her gorgeous bottom to him.
“Good girl. Let’s get you warmed up.” Deliberately setting the crop in her line of vision, he grinned at her sharp intake of breath but didn’t comment. He allowed himself a moment to run his hand over the smooth, unmarked skin before landing the first hard spank.
Although he’d termed it a warm-up, he knew he was spanking harder than usual right out of the gate, and his efforts were rewarded with another gasp and a series of short, high whimpers as he peppered her bottom.
He’d warned her he was in a mood, and even though she couldn’t have possibly known what that meant for her, she was taking it all in stride. The meeting with his brother had put him on edge all day, and by the time he’d gotten home, that pent up energy had been practically vibrating just under his skin. A few drinks might have taken the edge off, but nothing soothed the soul like putting his mark all over a willing and eager woman. Especially when that eager and willing woman was Mina.
When her ass was a nice, bright pink, he paused to rub the warmed flesh.
“Still holding up okay, Ace?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words were practically a sigh. His sweet little masochist loved getting her ass spanked as much as he enjoyed spanking it.
Picking up the crop, he let the leather flap at the end trail down her spine, making her body tremble at the light, teasing touch.
God, she was beautiful. The black lace of her garter stood out against the pink of her skin in such perfect contrast he wanted to capture the moment forever. Unfortunately, neither of them could risk having such a photo leaked to the public, so he settled for etching the moment into his mind.
And if the image started to fade, well, he’d just have to recreate it, wouldn’t he?
Shifting to the side, he snapped the tip of the crop against her left cheek. Mina squealed at the sting but didn’t move out of position. With a slow deliverance he hoped would drive her wild, he covered her entire ass and the tops of her thighs with those same little love pats. By the time he was finished, she was panting into the mattress, her hips swaying lightly from side to side. Between her thighs, her pussy lips glistened with arousal.
Without bothering to warn her, he raised the crop high and swung the full length of it across the fullest part of her bottom. A thin line of red blossomed in almost perfect harmony with her loud screech of pain.
“What thefuck, Cyrus? That hurt!”
Naughty, naughty girl. Secretly delighted she’d given him a reason to punish her, he tapped the crop against her bottom again and put a good bit of steel behind his words. “Excuse me?”
Her silence spoke volumes, all but screaming that she knew she’d messed up. And still, she had the nerve to twist around to glare at him. “Well, it did!”
“I’m certain it did. But is that how you speak to me, especially with your bare ass in the perfect spanking position?”
“No.” The sulk was clear in her voice, and he had to swallow a chuckle.
Little brat.
“No, it is not. Someone obviously needs a lesson in manners.”
“Daddy, no,” she whined, her hips leaning to the side as if she was trying to move out of his reach without actually breaking position. “I won’t do it again!”
“It’s Daddy’s job to make sure you don’t. Six should help the lesson stick, I think.”
Her wail of dismay mingled with the crack of the thin rod biting into her flesh again, leaving another perfect red line just below the first. “What do you call me when you’re ass up in my bed, Mina?”
“Daddy!”
Another line, this one just above the first, making her squeal and drum her toes against the mattress. “And does my little girl swear at her Daddy?”
“N-no, Daddy.” The response was punctuated by a pitiful sniffle.
“Good girl,” he crooned, pausing to run the tips of his fingers over the welts rapidly rising along her skin. He let his fingers drift lower, barely brushing her swollen, puffy lips.
Groaning softly, she pushed back, but he pulled his hand away, denying her any kind of relief. Instead, he raised the crop again and laid down two more crip, clean lines, the second falling right along the sensitive crease of her ass and her thighs. She would be feeling this “punishment” for the rest of the night at least.
As he was admiring his work, the small, dark star of her anus caught his attention and he grinned. “Reach behind you and grab your bottom cheeks.”