Jilly Watson is not the kind of girl who quivers and blushes when her boss calls her into his office. But Matthew Stevenson isn’t just her boss, and she’s not just going to be scolded.
He’s her daddy, and he’s going to spank her. Not a few flirtatious swats, but a long, hard, painful spanking that leaves her bottom bright red and sore to remind her that he expects to be obeyed.
She’s a legal secretary and he’s the law firm’s newest partner. It’s scandalous and shameful.
But her panties are soaked before she is even bent over the desk, and when daddy tears them off after her punishment she knows he will find his naughty little girl wet and ready to be claimed.
Author: Kelly Dawson
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 46,700 words
“Daddy is going to spank you now,” he said firmly. Her eyes widened slightly.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, looking down again. Once more, he tilted up her chin.
“Do little girls get to keep their pyjama pants on for their spankings, or do they get spanked on their bare bottoms?” He deliberately chose the most embarrassing language that he could think of, wanting to make her blush again. And sure enough, it worked. His cock hardened in his pants as her face flamed.
“They get spanked on their bare bottoms, Daddy,” she whispered.
“That’s right, little girl, they do. Now pull your pants down for Daddy.”
She blushed even more as she shimmied her pyjama pants slowly down her hips, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
“Look at me,” he commanded, knowing that making her maintain eye contact would embarrass her further. “Pull them down properly, all the way. Knickers too. Look at me. I want that bottom completely bare. Naughty little girls who lie to Daddy must be punished soundly.”
She squirmed at his words, and tried to avoid his gaze, as she slid her clothing down past her knees. She cupped her hands in front of her mound, trying to protect her modesty. It amused him, that she thought she could hide herself from him. He pulled her hands away. “Never hide yourself from Daddy,” he scolded lightly. “Daddy wants to see all of you.” Still holding her hands, he lifted them out to the sides and up, making the pyjama shirt she was wearing ride up, exposing her jewels to his gaze. His swollen cock ached, trapped, wanting to be freed from its fabric prison.
Transferring both her wrists to his left hand, he reached out and touched her, dragging one finger up her glistening slit. He licked his lips. “So wet, baby girl,” he murmured. “Do you like the thought of being punished?”
She shook her head, but her slightly parted lips, her ragged breathing, and the mischievous glint in her eyes told the truth.
“I think you do.” He guided her across his lap, trapping her legs beneath his, taking her free hand and pinning it behind her back. He admired her pale, fleshy bottom for a moment, squeezing the perfect globes gently. “You are stunning, little girl,” he murmured. Then he raised his hand and brought it down sharply, flattening first her left cheek, then her right. Again and again. It wasn’t a hard spanking; she squirmed delightfully beneath his palm, and her pelvis ground against his cock, driving him wild with desire.
“Are you going to lie to Daddy anymore?” he asked, punctuating his words with another smack.
“No, sir!” she yelped.
“Are you going to be honest and tell Daddy everything?” Another smack, lower this time, catching the juncture where her bottom met her thighs, eliciting a cry from her.
“Yes, Daddy!” she insisted, sounding breathless. “I promise!”
“I hope you do.”
Matthew held her firmly and increased the power behind the swats, wanting to show her that he meant business, and this was an actual punishment. Her moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of pain as he continued to rain down stinging spanks, methodically reddening every inch of her exposed bottom. Her delightful little squirms of arousal before now turned to a genuine struggle to escape the fiery blows.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried. “I really am!”
“There’s going to be complete honesty from now on, isn’t there?” he asked, pausing for a brief moment to let her answer. Her bottom was warm where he rested his hand.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.