“Baby girl, put your game down.”
I didn’t even catch my sub title; Stardew Valley has a way of sucking me in like that.
“One minute baby, lemme just finish up in the mines real quick…”
“Babygirl, I said **now**.”
I caught it that time. Hitting pause, I set down my switch and looked up at him.
“Go get your collar and come kneel in front of me. Now.”
“Yes, Daddy” as I grab my white collar with the large metal ring off of the shelf, I am biting back a smile. I think I know what’s to come, and I hope I’m right.
I lower myself to my knees in front of his gaming chair, hand him my collar, and pull back my hair, bowing my head demurely to give him access to my neck. I sigh as I feel his fingers brushing against my neck as he tightens and fastens the collar—giving it a quick test by fitting three fingers under it to make sure it’s not too tight, and then giving it a little tug to remind me who I belong to.
He sits back, and I lift my head, letting my hair fall back around my shoulders. Daddy grabs the ring of my collar and pulls me in close, almost growling.
“You know you’re in trouble for not listening to Daddy right away, right?”
My heart rate quickens, excited to be at his mercy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“I think a dozen spanks would be a fit punishment for a disobedient slut, don’t you?”
I nod, neck still restrained by my collar, held in place just inches away from his face.
“Good. Now come bend over my lap.”
I rise and drape myself across his lap. He slowly peels off my pajama pants, just enough to reveal my bare ass.
“Count.” *Smack*.
“One!” I say in a steady, strong tone.
*Smack.*
“Two!” I sound a little less resolute, but still clear. My voice wouldn’t begin to waver until—
*Smack.* “Th-three,” I stutter a little bit; I hear daddy chuckle at it.
He rests his hand on my ass for a minute, gently rubbing the red mark that is beginning to bloom across my left ass cheek—the warmth of his hand feels good, but I know it’s just going to make the area more sensitive. Which is precisely why he does it.
The next one takes me by surprise.
*Smack*. “Four,” my voice cracks the tiniest bit.
*Smack*. “Fiiive…” i can’t help it; it comes out as a whine.
*Smack*. “Six…” a gasp.
Another pause; my ass cheek stings and my eyes are starting to tear up.
I love it.
*Smack.* I almost forgot to moan out “seven…” so caught up in the release of surrendering my power to him. My ass is throbbing now; every time I sit down tomorrow, I’ll be reminded of Daddy, and how I was such a good girl for him.
*Smack.* “Ah!” A sharp cry finally escapes. “Eight.”
*Smack*. “Mmh! N-nine…” my voice is beginning to waver.
“What was that?” followed by an ever harder *SMACK*. “I didn’t hear a ‘nine’”
“NINE!” I yell, panting at this point.
His next move surprises me as he reaches down and smacks me on the pussy.
“Tennnn…” I moan; I am dripping wet at this point, and his open palm against my already-sensitive pussy feels like it echoes across my entire body.
*Smack*. “Eleven…” this time on my ass again.
“It’s ok, baby, you can take it; just one more.” he says, gently rubbing the red hand mark, readying himself to deliver the last slap.
“Ready?”
See, this is how devious Doms can be. We both know that asking me if I’m ready will only make it hurt worse; you can’t help but tense up when you know you’re expecting it.
But the excitement of the last slap and the giddiness at taking my entire punishment is overshadowing the tension as I whimper “ready, Daddy”
A last, loud * **SMACK** * rings through the room along with my scream, and a last, exhausted “twelve”.
I lay against daddy’s lap, panting, while he gently strokes my hair and whispers “good girl” to me over and over again.
He pulls my pajama pants back up and once my breathing quiets, I climb down from his lap—but not before giving him a gentle little kiss on the forehead. “Thanks, daddy”.
He gently traces my lips.
“Now… time for you to make it up to Daddy.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u8d03p/count_to_twelve_mfspankingdaddysubmissive