Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He wiggled his fingers. “The number of times I’m going to swat your naughty bottom is growing by the second, Baby girl.”
Finally, she shuffled toward him, trembling. It was all an act. He’d spanked her many times by now. Every time, they went through this ritual of her balking and him eventually taking her over his knees. It was a game they both enjoyed. Neither of them could hide it, especially considering how strong their combined scents were in the room.
They’d eventually come up with an arrangement that would make it possible for them to have frequent sexy times without Rylee going into sensual overload. As long as he kept his cock in his pants, he could do just about anything to her. When it was time to take his erection out, they did so on their bed. Hayes had purchased a waterproof mattress pad, and he always removed the covers so that the only thing that needed to go in the washer every time was the fitted sheet. They now owned two dozen. As long as he closed the washer, he only needed to wash the sheets once a day.
Eventually the initial frenzy would wear down—or so he’d been told. They weren’t likely to continue fucking several times a day forever. He would go back on a patrol schedule in a few weeks for one thing.
“Panties off,” he ordered when she reached his knees. He held his palm open, waiting for her to comply.
Her cheeks flushed with false embarrassment. It amazed him how many ways her body reacted to what was basically a fabricated scene.
When she bent toward the buckles on her shoes, he stopped her. “Leave your shoes and socks on, Rylee. I only want your panties off.”
She rose back up, lifted her skirt, and wiggled out of her panties. Her cheeks were hot pink as she handed them to him. He knew why. It embarrassed her even further when he made her keep her frilly socks and Mary Janes on while he spanked her. Somehow she felt even naughtier with her bottom naked while wearing the rest of her clothes than she did when she was wearing only a diaper or panties.
Hayes pointed behind her. “Turn around and face the coffee table. I want you to bend over, hands on the table, feet planted wide.”
She gasped.
Yes, this was a new spanking position. He needed to shake things up and keep her on her toes. As soon as she was in position, he rose and lifted her dress. He pushed it all the way over her head, letting the material fall down around her wrists where they rested on the coffee table.
She shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips, just as he’d expected. With the frilly yellow dress taunting her and her head bent so that she was staring at both it and her shoes and socks, she would be doubly unnerved.
Already he could smell the arousal leaking out of her pussy. “Feet wider, naughty girl.”
She moaned softly as she parted them farther. Her breasts jiggled, making his cock uncomfortably hard.
He stepped to her side, set a palm on her back, and slid his other hand under her to fondle her nipple. When she flinched, he reprimanded her. “Stay still, Rylee. No moving. If you lift your hands, I’ll spank you harder. Same goes for moving your feet or trying to lean away from my palm. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy and weak.
He tweaked her nipple, twisting it and pulling on it several times while she obediently kept her position. “Do naughty girls get to come after a spanking?”
“No, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“That’s right. It’s a shame your own arousal doesn’t affect you as much as mine does. If you could smell the come dripping down your thighs right now you would lose your mind.”
She started panting.
Hayes released her nipple and switched hands so that he could steady her with one hand at the small of her back and one over her bottom. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He lifted his palm and gave her bottom a firm swat. She was used to getting spanked regularly by now, so he didn’t need a lengthy warmup. She knew what to expect. She held her position beautifully for him, swaying only slightly.
“Good girl,” he praised before he continued to spank her. She’d known this would happen when she’d taken off running through the house, sassing him, and acting as though she would open the front door without permission.
Hayes watched as her bottom grew darker and darker before he finally stopped spanking her red skin. She was gasping for breath, and arousal was running down the insides of her thighs, but she didn’t move an inch.
“Keep your dress in your hands and go stand in the corner, Baby girl,” he commanded.