Page 32 of Amelia's Daddy
He pulls me between his legs and whispers in my ear. “Are you testing Daddy?”
“Maybe,” I respond.
He reaches into the diaper bag and pulls out the dreaded crop. He hasn’t used it on me since after my nap the first day. He’s going to do so now right here in front of my friend and anyone else who’s watching.
And I’m stunned by my reaction. I want him to spank my titties. I want to feel the sting. I want to know that he cares so much about me that he won’t let me get away with anything, not even in public. Especially not in public.
I’m still fully naked as he strokes the leather square up the center of my body. “Lift your arms above your head, Amelia. Clasp your hands behind your neck.”
I’m trembling as I obey him.
“Good girl. One hard swat on both sides. The next time I catch you touching yourself, I won’t be so lenient, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” One hard swat does not sound lenient, but maybe I’m wrong.
“Stand still, Amelia,” he orders.
I don’t dare move an inch. I thrust my chest forward, giving him full access, hoping my compliance will help my case.
The first swat is unexpectedly harder than the previous time he spanked my nipples. It burns all the way from my titty to my pussy as though the two are connected.
Daddy doesn’t let me catch my breath before he spanks my other titty just as hard. The swollen buds throb intensely. The pain is welcome, though. I needed it. I definitely touched myself on purpose.
Daddy puts the crop away and bends down to help me into a swim diaper. My hands are still behind my neck because he hasn’t given me permission to lower them.
Finally, he kisses me and pats my bottom. “You can go with Lacey to the splash pad. Stay where we can see you at all times unless you want to know what a real titty spanking feels like.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lower my arms and turn to find Lacey waiting for me. She’s ringing her hands together, and her cheeks are bright red.
We walk toward the splash pad, and it’s not until we’re out of hearing range that Lacey whispers, “That was smoking hot. Does he do that often?”
A smile spreads on my face as I glance at her. “Not often enough.”
She giggles.
“Does your Daddy spank you like that?”
She shakes her head as we reach the water pad. “No. He doesn’t discipline me with any sort of impact play because my father physically abused me. It’s triggering. But it’s still hot to watch someone else get spanked, especially somewhere so erogenous.” That makes sense.
I lean in to tell her. “He’ll spank my pussy in front of everyone if I don’t wet my diaper.”
She gasps. “Really?”
I nod.
“Do you like that?”
“So very much.” I giggle. “How does your Daddy punish you?”
“He has a positive reinforcement sticker chart. I get four stickers at the end of every day, but if I misbehave, he takes one away. I hate it when there are holes in my chart because I was naughty, so I’m not very often.”
“Oh… That would be tough. I wouldn’t want to lose any stickers either.” These Daddies are certainly creative.
Lacey takes my hand. “Does it still hurt?”
I nod. “It stings. He did it pretty hard. He knows it makes me horny, and he likes to keep me that way.”
She giggles, covering her mouth with her other hand. “I bet the cool water will feel good. Let’s go in.”