at the front door. Not even to check and see if it was locked. In fact, the only move she did dare was to reach for the discarded tissue so she could blow her own nose. She swiped at another stray tear with the back of her hand and was just returning the wadded tissue to the side table where he’d left it when Papa returned, a hairbrush in his hand.
Her instant fear—that he intended to use that on her now too—was allayed with the light passing of his hand over the crown of her head as he sat back down again. Instead of spanking, he began to brush out the copper-colored tangles that his fingers had missed.
“Good Pani,” he crooned, the caress of his hand following the path of the hairbrush until the 45
bristles passed smoothly through her locks from crown to waist.
Judy sniffled, but held miserably still while he wove her hair back into those little-girl braids and retied them with the ribbons that matched the forest green of her dress.
“Good Pani.” The tip of his finger tucked just beneath her chin, lifting her face until she couldn’t help but meet his eyes.
“Good Pani,” she echoed without enthusiasm, just so he’d know she was paying attention, and that seemed to please him. He smoothed his hands over her tear-tracked cheeks, his thumbs passing across the shells of her ears before ending the caress with a teasing tug at her braids.
Judy sniffled again. She looked around for the tissue, but he found a fresh one on his desk and gently wiped her nose again. His gaze drifted to her mouth even as he passed the clean folds of the napkin lightly across the bow of her lips. They stared at one another; Judy barely recognizing the strange look that came over his face a bare instant before, cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, he leaned in to her and pressed the heat of his warm mouth to hers.
He kissed her once, softly, experimentally, anything but parentally as he tipped his head, his lips parting as he coaxed for hers to do the same. His warm palm cupping her cheek, he kissed her again.
Judy stiffened, eyes wide, her hand reaching out to push him away but finding his knee instead. Her quick-drawn breath held inside her as he nibbled her lips with kiss after tender, tiny kiss. His two-finger touch just under her chin vanished, allowing her to pull away if she wanted to, and when she didn’t, reappeared upon her shoulder to caress another slow path down her back to her hips. The heat of his palm rasped across skin so hot and sensitive that she couldn’t help but gasp, and that minute parting of her lips was taken full advantage of. He deepened his kiss, invading her mouth, tasting and exploring her in a way that didn’t feel anywhere near as alien as it should have.
Judy trembled; the burning, aching, throbbing of her bottom, so soundly spanked only moments before, becoming...confusing as he moved to cup them, holding the fiery mounds in the palms of each hand, neither rubbing not squeezing and yet somehow still causing the heat to spread. It moved deeper inside her, the throbbing ache of it intensifying into a wholly different need when it settled in between her thighs.
His wandering hands caressed their way back to her face, cupping and holding her, so gentle and yet strangely stronger than Judy could break free from. She was so completely unprepared for this that all she could do was stand there, her hands on his knees, her eyes closed, and her lips moving ever so faintly under his. Until their mouths finally parted, but even then it was Papa who pulled back, drifting away just far enough to look at her, his brows quirking in a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
Judy touched her mouth, her lips tingling beneath the press of her trembling fingertips. That trembling became even more pronounced when, twice her small hand notably hesitating, she reached out to cup his cheek in a much more shaky echo of the way he had touched her. She kissed him back, a faint and timid, entirely
Her instant fear—that he intended to use that on her now too—was allayed with the light passing of his hand over the crown of her head as he sat back down again. Instead of spanking, he began to brush out the copper-colored tangles that his fingers had missed.
“Good Pani,” he crooned, the caress of his hand following the path of the hairbrush until the 45
bristles passed smoothly through her locks from crown to waist.
Judy sniffled, but held miserably still while he wove her hair back into those little-girl braids and retied them with the ribbons that matched the forest green of her dress.
“Good Pani.” The tip of his finger tucked just beneath her chin, lifting her face until she couldn’t help but meet his eyes.
“Good Pani,” she echoed without enthusiasm, just so he’d know she was paying attention, and that seemed to please him. He smoothed his hands over her tear-tracked cheeks, his thumbs passing across the shells of her ears before ending the caress with a teasing tug at her braids.
Judy sniffled again. She looked around for the tissue, but he found a fresh one on his desk and gently wiped her nose again. His gaze drifted to her mouth even as he passed the clean folds of the napkin lightly across the bow of her lips. They stared at one another; Judy barely recognizing the strange look that came over his face a bare instant before, cupping her chin in the palm of his hand, he leaned in to her and pressed the heat of his warm mouth to hers.
He kissed her once, softly, experimentally, anything but parentally as he tipped his head, his lips parting as he coaxed for hers to do the same. His warm palm cupping her cheek, he kissed her again.
Judy stiffened, eyes wide, her hand reaching out to push him away but finding his knee instead. Her quick-drawn breath held inside her as he nibbled her lips with kiss after tender, tiny kiss. His two-finger touch just under her chin vanished, allowing her to pull away if she wanted to, and when she didn’t, reappeared upon her shoulder to caress another slow path down her back to her hips. The heat of his palm rasped across skin so hot and sensitive that she couldn’t help but gasp, and that minute parting of her lips was taken full advantage of. He deepened his kiss, invading her mouth, tasting and exploring her in a way that didn’t feel anywhere near as alien as it should have.
Judy trembled; the burning, aching, throbbing of her bottom, so soundly spanked only moments before, becoming...confusing as he moved to cup them, holding the fiery mounds in the palms of each hand, neither rubbing not squeezing and yet somehow still causing the heat to spread. It moved deeper inside her, the throbbing ache of it intensifying into a wholly different need when it settled in between her thighs.
His wandering hands caressed their way back to her face, cupping and holding her, so gentle and yet strangely stronger than Judy could break free from. She was so completely unprepared for this that all she could do was stand there, her hands on his knees, her eyes closed, and her lips moving ever so faintly under his. Until their mouths finally parted, but even then it was Papa who pulled back, drifting away just far enough to look at her, his brows quirking in a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
Judy touched her mouth, her lips tingling beneath the press of her trembling fingertips. That trembling became even more pronounced when, twice her small hand notably hesitating, she reached out to cup his cheek in a much more shaky echo of the way he had touched her. She kissed him back, a faint and timid, entirely
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