Coaching His Babygirl by Rory Reynolds

Chapter Twenty

Cooper

Mel isnervous about her spanking, but at the same time, I can sense her excitement. She’s definitely not unwilling to get spanked publicly. Am I pushing her limits? Yes. Will that stop me? Fuck no.

I lead her over to a spanking bench and turn her toward me. I cup her cheek and look into her eyes, making sure she’s still with me. There’s another little getting spanked with a wicked-looking paddle a short distance away. Every thwack of the paddle makes my girl jump. Her attention keeps being drawn to the couple and away from me. I grip her chin and force her attention to me.

“Stay with me, babygirl.”

She glances back to the paddle and looks back at me with genuine fear in her eyes. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“What are you afraid of?”

Her eyes widen as if she can’t believe I would ask that. “Paddles is a good start,” she says.

I smirk raising my hands between us. “These are the only paddles touching your sexy ass tonight.”

She visibly relaxes. “Oh.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yeah, oh.”

“Ready?”

She nods, but I can still see her reservation.

I trail my fingers down her body, pausing to tease the tight buds of her nipples then lower to the button on her jeans. I hold her eyes as I slowly undo her jeans then push them down below her bottom, leaving her panties in place.

Without a word, I spin her around and push her over the bench so her ass is high in the air. I massage her cheeks, warming her up to the moment. I don’t want her scared, just anticipatory. I pull my hand back and lay a couple light swats down. She wriggles and gasps, then relaxes down onto the bench letting out a long sigh.

I spank her over her panties a few times, getting her nice and ready for her punishment which is more like a funishment, but either works in this situation. She’s not really in trouble. This is strictly for connecting in our power play. Me exacting my dominance over her and her letting herself sink into her submission—a reconnecting of our roles. We’ve reconnected our hearts and bodies; now it’s time for us to reconnect as daddy and babygirl.

Now that she’s in the right mindset for our scene, I tug her panties down, showing her slightly pink bottom. My cock hardens instantly. I lean over her and grind against her. “Fuck baby, this ass.”

She groans and pushes back against me, teasing us both. I tsk her. “Naughty girl, teasing daddy like this.”

“I can’t help it,” she whimpers. “I want you.”

“Would you like me to pull out my cock and fuck you right here? Fuck you where everyone in the club can see you taking my big dick?” I growl. I know I’m saying the words, but I have no intention of doing anything of the sort. I’m too damn jealous to fuck her publicly like that. She’s only for me. It’s one thing to spank her, it’s a whole other thing to put on a show of fucking my girl.

Mel doesn’t answer me, she just moans lowly letting me know she probably wouldn’t protest right now. She’s turned on and not thinking straight. If she were in her right mind, she wouldn’t consent to such a thing either. Which is why I’m simply teasing her with the prospect. It turns her on despite her not actually wanting it to happen, and that’s my goal. Driving her crazy with lust.

I pull away and spank her with force. She gasps and squeals at the sharp sting drawing attention from onlookers away from the fierce paddling happening on the other side of the punishment area. I draw my hand back, spanking her again and again until her ass is a nice rosy red. I slick my fingers through her folds and groan at how wet my girl is. She moans, pushing her pussy into my touch.

“You’re so wet, babygirl. You’re enjoying your spanking way too much.”

“S-sorry,” she stutters. “I can’t help it.”

“I know, kitten.”

I continue her spanking. My hand raising and falling in a harsh rhythm. She cries out and tries to buck up off the bench. I pin her lower back with my free arm, not letting her move. I spank her harder until she’s whimpering. I stop spanking her and go back to teasing her pussy, dipping my fingers into the tight well of her pussy. Thrusting them in and out, loving the squelching sound it makes from how wet she is from her spanking.

“That’s my good girl. Taking her punishment even though she didn’t do anything to deserve it,” I murmur in her ear, praising her like I know she craves as my fingers play with her.

I circle around her clit, teasing that little button before thrusting back inside her. “I’m going to come, daddy…” she warns.

“I know,” I growl, redoubling my efforts to draw out her pleasure.

She shifts on the bench, trying to push back into my touch, but I’ve got her pinned so she can’t move. “Please,” she begs.

“Come for me then,” I command, pinching her clit.

With a low wail, she comes flooding my hand with her release.

“That’s a good girl,” I croon, stroking her through her orgasm until she’s wrung out.

I put her panties back in place and pull up her jeans, leaving them undone, then pick her up and carry her to one of the many couches spread out in the area for aftercare. She snuggles into my hold, clinging to me like the little kitten she is, practically purring in pleasure.

I hold her in silence for long minutes as she comes back down to reality. She shifts in my lap and sucks in a breath at the pain in her bottom.

“Owwie,” she complains, looking at me accusingly. “You hurt my bottom.”

“It’s not called a punishment because it feels good. Besides, you liked it,” I say with a wink.

She scoffs. “I did no such thing.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s your pussy juices all over my hand.”

She slaps my chest. “Don’t be crude.”

I laugh boisterously. “Just stating facts, babygirl.”

She pouts, then cuddles back against my chest without another word. I run my fingers through her tangled hair and just enjoy the moment. Eventually, she rouses and looks around to see where we are. She relaxes back into my hold when she sees that no one is paying us any attention at all.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

“Sore… good… confused…”

“Why are you confused?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t have liked that as much as I did.”

“What part?” I ask.

“The whole public thing… it seems inherently wrong.”

“There's nothing wrong with anything that we do together. If it brings you pleasure, then that’s all that matters.”

“I can’t help wondering what other people will think of me if they knew I got turned on by being spanked in public,” she admits quietly.

“No one here is going to judge you, and what happens in the Playground stays in the Playground,” I say, trying to ease her worries.

“Like Vegas?”

I laugh. “Exactly.”

“I think it’ll just take some getting used to. Sometimes I feel like this whole situation is some kind of dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake up,” she says shyly.

I kiss the top of her head. “Me either, babygirl.”

“I love you, Coop.”

“And I you, Mel.”

She lets out a happy sigh and lays back against me.