Desiring the Forbidden by Megan Michaels Page B

over here in front of me.”
    He watched her clumsily pull them down while still holding the paddle, extricating her feet from the bunched fabric. She’d bent to her task, her buttocks easing apart, her anus peeking between her cheeks. The sight made his cock begin to fill and lengthen. She turned, shuffling over to him. Her nose and eyes were red, but her nipples had hardened into tight pebbles, giving away the fact that the preamble to her punishment already had her sexually aroused.
    Sitting on the couch with his large, thick black belt at the ready, he pointed to the floor in front of him. Once she stood quietly before him, the paddle still behind her, he slipped his finger into the seam of her sex.
    “Oh, sweet pea, you’re sopping wet. Even your thighs are moist with your juices.” He slid his finger up to her clit, which had peeked out from under its hood, hard and erect. Knowing she’d be sensitive as hell, he lightly stroked it, watching her thighs tremble, her hips thrust.
    He pulled his finger from her, sucking it loudly just to watch her cheeks blush. “We can’t do anything about your arousal now, but trust me, you won’t be aroused long. Daddy will take care of you later though. Okay?”
    “Yes, Daddy.” Her spicy scent filled the air around them, and he actually wondered if he’d be able to do this without fucking her first.
    “So, why did you get onto Facebook, especially after I told you how dangerous it could potentially be?” He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. This was always the fun part — well, after taking the panties down, that is.
    That part was truly the best.
    But watching a woman struggle with telling the truth and trying to cover up what she did was something he enjoyed in a slightly twisted way. Or better yet, watching them try to minimize what they did, instead of just owning up to it.
    “I just went to the news station to see what was happening with Zack and Jared.”
    Apparently, she was going to do her best to stick with the lie.
    She’ll pay for that bit of resistance.
    She restlessly played with the paddle, perhaps to distract herself from making eye contact with him. He reached around her hip, snatching the paddle from her hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “ Where did you go to see their news page?”
    Her throat worked, her gaze shifting away.
    “Eyes on me when you answer.”
    Those pretty blue eyes widened and focused on him. He saw when it happened, the exact moment when she broke. Her nostrils flared, and she closed her eyes, tears tracking down her cheeks. “I went to Facebook.”
    “That’s a girl. Now, we’re getting somewhere. Why didn’t you tell me that you were on Facebook when I first came out?” He held her hand in his, stroking the top of it lightly.
    “I-I didn’t want to be spanked. And you had that in your hand.” She pointed at his belt like it was a live anaconda.
    He couldn’t resist chuckling at how adorable she looked, and yet, so naughty at the same time. “Yes, Daddy’s belt was in his hand because you were warned that getting onto Facebook would mean getting the belt, right?”
    A little sob escaped her lips. “Y-yes, but I don’t want it.”
    “I bet you don’t. In a few minutes, you really won’t want it.” He tapped his forefinger on the paddle resting on the coffee table in front of him. “And then you lied, so now you’ll be receiving some swats with the spanking paddle too.”
    “B-but I had to lie. It was possible you didn’t know, and I could maybe save my ass. It was worth a shot.”
    She was as sincere as she could be, leaving him no doubt that she meant every word of it. It was how she viewed the entire situation.
    “As your Daddy, it’s my job to make sure you’ll never think lying is worth it, because once you’re caught in that lie, the punishment becomes much worse. It’s always best to confess and take the punishment set before you, foregoing the paddle.