you? Like a bad little kitten, who doesn’t care that the master knows what’s best for her. Do you know what happens to such a little kitten like that?” Anna Marie’s gray eyes widened. She swallowed but she stared at him in fascination.
“What?”
“They get punished for disobeying.”
“Punished?” she squeaked out.
“Yes, punished.”
Dallas pushed her onto her all fours on the bed, stood beside her facing away from her, put one arm around her waist so that her buttocks were in front of him. Shocked, not believing what was about to happen but afraid that it might, Anna Marie wriggled her buttocks at him. He tightened his hold on her.
“I’m sorry, baby, to do this to you, but you left me no choice. Believe me, this will hurt me more than it hurts you.”
He raised his hand and smacked her naked bottom, hard, leaving a red streak across her creamy buttocks.
“Oh,” she shrieked with shock and pain, wriggled her buttocks again, earning her another swat.
Dallas smacked her three more times, and she howled each time. But the spanking wasn’t all pain and humiliation. Anna Marie didn’t want to admit it but she could feel pleasure blooming in her loins every time his hand came down on her bottom.
He was breathing hard when he straightened, his face darkly red, his eyes glittering a dangerous green. But Anna Marie did not see his eyes because she was lying face down on the bed, softly weeping at the pain throbbing on her buttocks.
“You’re a very greedy little girl, wanting your lollipop now instead of waiting for it, like you were told to,” he said to her, still sounding like the stern father. “So, you shall be treated the way all selfish, grasping little girls should be treated.”
He parted her legs and thrust a finger into her snatch finding it dripping copiously with her thick juice. She moaned in protest, as well as with reluctant pleasure, turned her head and continued to sob quietly. He bent his head closer to the flesh between her parted thighs, inhaled Secret Affair 64
deeply, and closed his eyes as he drew in the heady pungency of her particular musk. Sex always made a female’s scent sharper. He twisted his finger and pressed the pad of it against the very sensitive flesh of her uterine wall on the opposite side of her clitoris and caressed with a firm, male touch. Anna Marie cried out and shuddered, throwing her head back, her eyes closed.
He gave a low, growling chuckle as he felt her snatch flood with more juices. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, her reddened buttocks sticking up. She jumped when his hand covered one of her cheeks that were burning from her punishment.
“You liked being spanked by your daddy, didn’t you, little girl?”
The words were so nasty that she yelped with outrage, jerking her hips to try to dislodge his probing finger. Then she yelped again with hurt when he gave her cheek a sharp slap of reprimand. “Be still!”
He went back to soothing the raw skin of her buttocks. She shivered because his caress was anything but soothing or comforting. As a connoisseur would, he was savoring her, her body, her incredibly silky flesh, her aroma, before he consumed her. He pressed his finger down inside her again, eliciting another cry and a shudder of her body, more juice flowing from inside her. He twisted his finger inside Anna Marie’s snatch, causing her nerve endings to tighten again so that she shook again, releasing more of her juice. He spread the juice over the crinkled, closed opening of her anus, inserting his finger in to fill it with her liquid.
“Oh!” she yelped again. “Wha…What are you doing?”
Dallas did not answer but put his finger back into sopping vagina, scooped up more of the juice and then pushed it into her anus again. He did this two more time. The third time, he kept his long finger lodged into her anus.
“What are you doing?” she asked again, trying to make her voice sound more assertive and
“What?”
“They get punished for disobeying.”
“Punished?” she squeaked out.
“Yes, punished.”
Dallas pushed her onto her all fours on the bed, stood beside her facing away from her, put one arm around her waist so that her buttocks were in front of him. Shocked, not believing what was about to happen but afraid that it might, Anna Marie wriggled her buttocks at him. He tightened his hold on her.
“I’m sorry, baby, to do this to you, but you left me no choice. Believe me, this will hurt me more than it hurts you.”
He raised his hand and smacked her naked bottom, hard, leaving a red streak across her creamy buttocks.
“Oh,” she shrieked with shock and pain, wriggled her buttocks again, earning her another swat.
Dallas smacked her three more times, and she howled each time. But the spanking wasn’t all pain and humiliation. Anna Marie didn’t want to admit it but she could feel pleasure blooming in her loins every time his hand came down on her bottom.
He was breathing hard when he straightened, his face darkly red, his eyes glittering a dangerous green. But Anna Marie did not see his eyes because she was lying face down on the bed, softly weeping at the pain throbbing on her buttocks.
“You’re a very greedy little girl, wanting your lollipop now instead of waiting for it, like you were told to,” he said to her, still sounding like the stern father. “So, you shall be treated the way all selfish, grasping little girls should be treated.”
He parted her legs and thrust a finger into her snatch finding it dripping copiously with her thick juice. She moaned in protest, as well as with reluctant pleasure, turned her head and continued to sob quietly. He bent his head closer to the flesh between her parted thighs, inhaled Secret Affair 64
deeply, and closed his eyes as he drew in the heady pungency of her particular musk. Sex always made a female’s scent sharper. He twisted his finger and pressed the pad of it against the very sensitive flesh of her uterine wall on the opposite side of her clitoris and caressed with a firm, male touch. Anna Marie cried out and shuddered, throwing her head back, her eyes closed.
He gave a low, growling chuckle as he felt her snatch flood with more juices. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, her reddened buttocks sticking up. She jumped when his hand covered one of her cheeks that were burning from her punishment.
“You liked being spanked by your daddy, didn’t you, little girl?”
The words were so nasty that she yelped with outrage, jerking her hips to try to dislodge his probing finger. Then she yelped again with hurt when he gave her cheek a sharp slap of reprimand. “Be still!”
He went back to soothing the raw skin of her buttocks. She shivered because his caress was anything but soothing or comforting. As a connoisseur would, he was savoring her, her body, her incredibly silky flesh, her aroma, before he consumed her. He pressed his finger down inside her again, eliciting another cry and a shudder of her body, more juice flowing from inside her. He twisted his finger inside Anna Marie’s snatch, causing her nerve endings to tighten again so that she shook again, releasing more of her juice. He spread the juice over the crinkled, closed opening of her anus, inserting his finger in to fill it with her liquid.
“Oh!” she yelped again. “Wha…What are you doing?”
Dallas did not answer but put his finger back into sopping vagina, scooped up more of the juice and then pushed it into her anus again. He did this two more time. The third time, he kept his long finger lodged into her anus.
“What are you doing?” she asked again, trying to make her voice sound more assertive and
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