Fuck, she was sexy.

I wasn’t sure how she would handle the spanking, but it only took a few blows to see that not only was she going to be okay with the punishment, she was going to fucking love it. I hadn’t touched her yet, but I could smell her need. There was no doubt she was already dripping for me.

But I was nowhere near done with her.

“Now that you’re warmed up, Abigail, it’s time for your punishment.”

She wiggled her lovely firm ass again in response. Her left cheek flared pink, but her whole bottom would be red for days when I was done with her. A healthy reminder of who her daddy was, and exactly what the rules of our little game were.

“Every time I spank you, you’re going to respond, remembering the rules each time. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her face still pressed into the mattress. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl.” I rubbed small circles on her ass cheek, letting my fingers slip under the edge of the tiny silk panties a little. “Just like that, you’re going to respond and don’t forget to thank me, Abigail. I’m giving you a second chance.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

Fuck, this game we were playing was hot. She knew she could leave at any point, but she didn’t want to. And that was sexy as hell.

I couldn’t draw it out any longer. My cock was already hard and throbbing in my pants. But I was just going to have to wait, because I was serious when I told Abigail she needed to learn a little self-control. I wanted her desperate to have my hard cock inside her, begging me for it, but at the same time, she needed to remember who her daddy was.

I lifted my hand and brought my palm down hard on her perfect white ass cheek. She gasped and pressed forward into the bed from the force. It was harder than the others, but she was ready for it. She wanted it—we both did. It took a moment, but she said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

I almost lost control right then. She was fucking thanking me for spanking her. Like the sexy little whore she was. Fucking perfect.

I lifted my hand and brought it down again. “Tell me how that feels,” I ordered.

“It…it feels so good, Daddy.”

I bit back a growl and spanked her again.

She didn’t hesitate. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Does it turn you on?” I spanked her again. Both ass cheeks were glowing red now, the color bright and vibrant against her lavender panties.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, it turns me on.”

I took a minute and squeezed each of her cheeks in turn, patting them lightly and leaving little soft taps all over them, before adjusting my aim. A little lower this time, right where her cheek and thigh met. When I delivered the blow, she squealed a little, but I could smell her arousal on the air. “Are you wet, Abigail?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet.”

Again.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Her reply came out in soft pants. I could tell she was fighting to maintain control. “Yes, Daddy. Touch me. Please.”

Not yet. I knew if I reached my hand between her legs into her hot, wet pussy, I’d be lost. And I wasn’t done yet.

I pulled her panties down, just over her cheeks, and took my time, delivering smack after smack on her delicious ass, each time demanding a response from her. She took her spanking like a champion, and when I spared a look, I could see her juices running down her legs. Finally, I couldn’t take any more and I slipped my fingers in her cleft and pulled them out, dripping with her arousal.

“I think my little girl likes her spanking,” I mused with a chuckle before spreading her wetness over her hot, pulsing ass. “Have you learned your lesson, Abigail?”

She twisted her head on the mattress and propped herself up so she could look me in the eye. “Yes, Daddy. I’ve learned my lesson. Thank you.” Her eyes sparked with barely controlled desire, and I was done restraining myself.

I took a step back and unbuckled my pants. They fell to the floor, releasing my throbbing cock. Abigail’s eyes widened at the sight. She licked her lips and grinned at me.

This girl was going to be my undoing. I smacked her ass one more time. Hard.

She turned back to the bed with a gasp and a muffled, “Thank you, Daddy.”

I felt a little bad about the last one, but I couldn’t look her in the eye. I needed to fuck her so badly I thought I might burst. But I knew if I looked her in the eye while I did it, I would be a goner. Because against all of my better judgment—well, all of my judgment, really—for the first time in my life, I was actually falling for a woman.

I needed to regain control.

Roughly, I spread her legs and grabbed her hips so I could pull her up toward me. Without warning, I entered her from behind. She made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan and wiggled against me as I thrust into her hard.

She met me thrust for thrust as I fucked her from behind. It didn’t take long before I felt the now familiar tightening of her body as she got close to climax. But I didn’t relent as her orgasm crashed through and then built again as I took her over the edge for the second time. She screamed out as her second orgasm ripped through her and it was just as she peaked that I took my own pleasure, too. I came hard inside her, my body jerking violently against her as every drop of my cum filled her.

When I was spent, I collapsed on top of her, before I rolled to the side and pulled her over with me so she was cradled in my arms on the bed. She snuggled right in, content as a kitten. She damn near purred with contentment. I stroked her hair and held her close. “Are you happy, Abigail?” I don’t know what made me ask the question, but the second it was out of my mouth, I desperately wanted an answer.

She didn’t hesitate for a second. Her voice was heavy with sleep, but she said, “Yes, Daddy. I’ve never been happier.”

Something inside my chest squeezed. But even if I could think of something to say in response, I didn’t have a chance because a moment later, I heard the soft sounds of her slumber as she fell asleep on my chest.

I should’ve moved. I should have slipped out and gone to my own room. Instead, I held her tighter, kissed her on the forehead and closed my eyes.