A soft knock at the door broke me from my reverie, having not written a word in the last quarter hour this interruption was a welcome one. Peering over my laptop I see you peeking around the door-frame, eyes big and those soft lips of yours unable to escape the small pout you’ve been nursing all morning. Your petulance this day whilst being unaddressed had not gone unnoticed, a small smirk on the corner of my mouth as I inquire as to what I owe this pleasure.
“I thought I could tidy up a little for you while you write.. you’re always complaining about how quick your bookshelves gather dust.” You answer softly.
I raise an eyebrow at this query, it’s not that you are adverse to cleaning, far from it in fact. But I have never known you to lift a finger when you’re in a bad mood. Curiosity peaked, I give you a nod and my gratitude, with permission to come in and do as you please. With musings as to what your play might be, you step into my study, closing the door behind you, and all becomes clear. The tightest, shortest dress you own hugs your curves like clingfilm as you saunter into the room. Long dark stockings cover your legs, garter bands disappearing behind your dress-line, my eyes roving up your body until they finally reach your own. Your pout turning into a small smile as you turn towards my bookshelves and begin to dust.
With your back to me I can’t help but bite my lip, your dress so short that I can see the bottom of your arse-cheeks as well the black panties that you’re wearing, and I know I shall not be able to keep up this farce much longer. Over steepled fingers I watch you work, furtive glances stolen over your shoulder as you watch me watch you. With one finger I beckon you over, leaning on your elbows across my desk you ask in a sultry tone “Anything I can do for you, Sir?” The petulance back with a good helping of smugness to boot. Rising to my feet I smile at you, saying,
“Of course there is my love, you can stay right where you fucking are.” My tone switching from sweet to commanding on a dime, as I walk around my desk to stand behind you. Bent over my desk as you are, your dress has ridden all the way up around your hips, your gorgeous arse right before me, your head turning just as my big hand comes down on you with a loud smack. A small squeal escapes your lips as you open your mouth to speak but too swiftly my hand comes down on your arse again, and again. Two more smacks in quick succession, your arse cheek warm to the touch as I feel my handprint take hold. Finding your voice again you ask,
“D-Daddy.. what was that for?”
I let out a quick snort. “Oh please, you know you can’t be coy with me.” As I unleash my hand on your other cheek, two quick spanks. A short rest as I rub your derierre, before one more hard, pounding smack that is almost certain to leave a bruise. Your body collapsing onto my desk as you are unable to hide the moan that leaves your lips. “You thought I didn’t notice how moody you were today? Or how needy you are for Daddy would be more apt, huh? Of course I noticed, Daddy notices everything. But instead of using your words like you have been told, you decided to dress up like a pretty little slut and see if you could rile Daddy up, isn’t that right Babygirl?” As I deliver another punishing smack to the first cheek, you nod vigorously, muttering your assent as I gently rub your arse. Caressing your rear my fingers feel the fabric of your panties, slick and warm I can feel your neediness matching my hunger. Softly I rub your pussy through your panties, two fingers sliding up and down against you as you quiver for me, bent over my desk. “Look at you, baby. Is this what you’ve been craving? Daddy being rough with his good little girl? Look at how fucking wet you’ve gotten just from me spanking you..” This time I lick my hand, before swiftly delivering to spanks, one to each cheek. The redness glowing as I rub your pussy again and growl right in your ear as your moans subside “You know what I want to hear, Babygirl. Now use your fucking words like the good little slut that you are and tell me what you want from Daddy. Now.”
You look over your shoulder at me, wanton desire etched plain across your face. Your wet lips parting as you breathe out “Please Daddy.. Please fuck me hard and rough. Use me like the dirty little whore I am. Punish me for teasing you. Fuck me up Daddy please!” The final words a plea, striking deep within my being. My smile stretching from ear to ear as I begin to unbuckle my belt.
“Now there’s my good fucking girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10fwdh4/an_attempt_to_be_coy_leaves_you_as_daddys_toy
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