Flash 9 

A continuation of sorts  

670 words

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“You are lovely, Honey.”

He murmured his appreciation and enjoyed the way she shivered as he caressed her flank. Her pussy peeped from between her thighs in the most enticing way and her full ass tipped up just inviting him to sink his teeth in.

This was meant to be pure punishment, he reminded himself that. But watching her wiggle had his cock pressing hard to the zipper of his jeans.

He tried to remember his anger. God, it ate him up that she didn’t come to him when she made mistakes. It hurt if he was honest. She had gotten better and he knew her past played a role, but it didn’t stop the hurt from bubbling up from her lack of trust in him. Coming to him, asking for help, admitting she needed him were important to him.

“How many?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, her brown eyes the color of chocolate, wide with uncertainty and desire. There was no way she knew how sexy she was displayed over the couch. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and he bit back a groan. Holding on to his stern expression, he waited for her to answer.

“Um… Ten?”

He simply began unhooking his belt and kept his gaze steady on her. One eyebrow lifted as he waited to see how many more she’d ask to receive.

She twitched, her bottom swaying as she tried not to move too much. Indecision warred on her face and he’d give anything to hear her thoughts, but waited patiently instead. When she turned back around and held still for him he felt his heart warm.

“As many as you think I need, Daddy. I trust you… I trust you to discipline me how I need it most.”

The husky tone of her voice affected him deeply, quelling what remained of his anger. Her cheek pressed into the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed and face relaxed. Her total submission was written in the lines of her body.

“That’s my Honey girl,” he whispered.

He warmed her up with his hand, alternating strokes on each cheek until he could feel heat rising from her skin. She remained silent except for the occasional hitch in her breath when he brought his hand down on a spot over and over.

“Such a good girl, Honey.” He stepped behind her to grip a cheek. “Now I want you to take the belt without moving.”

He didn’t give her any time to prep before he laid the first stripe across her ass. A red mark bloomed and he nearly dropped the belt and took her then. He checked his need and resumed the spanking, just tempering his strength.

Her whimpers filled the room, adding to the chorus of the belt impacting her flesh. It was a glorious sound that eased his tension.

When her ass looked bright red and her attempts to remain still were proving too much, he dropped the belt to the ground. He quickly shucked his jeans and underwear and buried himself deep inside her. Her body, wet and tight, welcomed him like an old friend.

It was a long moment before he could even speak. “I love you, Honey. I discipline you because I love you and to remind you to always to come to me. I want to keep you safe and I can’t do that if you lie.”

“Thank you, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Her breathy voice was full of so many emotions. “I love you, too.”

He pulled out and thrust back in, loving the heat of her bottom against him and the pleasure/pain in her gasp. She spasmed around him and he groaned.

“No coming, baby. This is for Daddy’s pleasure, understand?” He thrust again, needing to spill so bad but wanting to finish her lesson.

“I won’t,” she cried, her back arched. “I promise to be good.”

He grunted to acknowledge her obedience and then lost himself in her beautiful body. His sweet Honey girl.