Page 40 of Kneeling for Them

“I knew you wouldn’t put me in a compromising position,” I say quietly.

“Damn straight,” he says, then pulls me to stand straight so he can kiss my lips.His tongue plunders my mouth, tasting of scotch and making me writhe, clamping my legs together to relieve the pressure between them.Then he stops kissing me and forces me to bend halfway again.“Such a naughty girl for bratting, yet such a good girl because you knew I wouldn’t harm you.I don’t know what to do with you, Ella.”

I’m hoping he’ll spank me already.The suspense is killing me.

He slides my panties down over my hips, his hands slow and warm against my skin.There’s a reverence to the motion, and then his fingers slide over my cheeks, then down between my legs and against my slippery heat.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he says.

“For you,” I say.

He forces his finger into me, then pulls it out slowly.I wriggle my ass, wanting more of that intrusion.

Instead of his finger in my pussy, I get the cracking pain of his hand slapping my ass.

“Ouch!”I yelp.

“Count them,” he says.“One, Daddy.Two, Daddy.”

“One, Daddy,” I say.

“Good girl.”He spanks me again.

“Two, Daddy.”

The next one hurts more, and it takes me a second to remember I’m supposed to count.

“Do I need to start over?”he asks in a threatening voice.

“No!Don’t start over.Three, Daddy.”

He takes me to twenty, and I’m gasping for breath by the end of it, tears coming from my eyes.

“I’m sorry for bratting,” I say.“I shouldn’t have talked back, Daddy.”

“I know, sweetheart.”He smooths a hand over my bare ass.

I hiss at the sting.

“I was going to give you thirty spanks,” he says, “but then you behaved by going to the window like I asked, even though you didn’t know for sure that it was one-way glass.So I’m being merciful.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, holding my position despite my shaking legs.“Thank you.”

He presses his crotch against my bare ass so I can feel his erection and the cloth of his pants scratching against my raw skin.

“Ow,” I say.

“You make me so fucking hard, Ella,” he says.“It’s like I’m a teenager again whenever I’m around you.I can barely control myself.”

“Don’t control yourself,” I say.“Let yourself go.”

He unfastens his belt and I hear the drag of him unzipping his pants.“I don’t want to hurt you, baby girl.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I say.“I’m strong.”

“I know you are.”He squeezes my ass.

I don’t yelp or make any sound of pain this time, hoping to prove my point.I want him to fuck me hard.