Doctor Daddy’s Slutty Little by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kristina

As I bolted up the stairs, I couldn’t help the excitement I felt. For the first time in three months, Trent and I were going to be together again. The excitement bubbled and burst in me as I pondered what I was going to do to excite him more.

I understood that he liked being a stern Daddy, and I had greatly enjoyed getting punished before. Should I purposely disobey him and get myself in more trouble? Or should I be a good Little and not fight back? Clearly, he didn’t like the good Little, otherwise he never would have left Cynthia for me. I smirked as the perfect plan came to me, and I removed my shirt only as soon as I got to the bedroom. If he wanted a rebellious Little he could spank and punish, that’s what he was getting.

As soon as I removed my shirt, I sprawled out on his bed, posing for him as I waited. Butterflies erupted in my belly as I listened to his footsteps make their way down the hallway. As soon as the door swung open, he stopped. He stared at me, anger and lust glinting in his eyes as he took in my appearance.

“I thought I told you to strip for me,” he growled as he closed the door and locked it. “You mind explaining to me why you’re still fully dressed?” I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m not fully dressed,” I told him. “I took off my shirt.”

Trent approached me slowly and deliberately, and I knew things were about to get good.

“That’s three swats per clothing you’re still wearing,” he said as he grasped my bra strap between his thumb and index finger. Snapping it, he held up a finger. “That’s three right there. Now strip.” I nodded and started undressing right in front of him, teasing him as I did. I slowly removed my skirt, my diaper, my bra, both socks, and both shoes, landing me a grand total of twenty-one spanks. As soon as I was naked before him, I flipped my hair to the side, letting it all cascade down my shoulders as I smiled at him. He stepped forward, shaking his head at me in disappointment.

“That’s fifteen spanks. You should have listened to me.” I shook my head at him as I chuckled.

“Actually, it’s twenty-one, not counting what I earned myself downstairs in the kitchen,” I corrected him.

Trent stared at me as if trying to figure me out.

“What are you talking about?” he asked as he tilted his head in confusion at me. “Are you giving me sass or lying to me?”

“Of course not, Daddy,” I told him as I gave him an innocent look. “I was just reminding you that you told me three swats per clothing item.” Pointing at each item I had removed, I counted each one for him. “One bra, one skirt, one diaper, two socks, and two shoes. That’s seven items total, so multiply that by three and you get twenty-one.”

“Alright,” he said as he smirked at me. “So, that’s twenty-one swats for disobeying me, five more for your little stunt in the kitchen, and four more for being a smart mouth.” He did the math in his head before continuing. “That’s thirty swats total. Are you sure you can handle it?” I nodded as I smiled at him.

“If I can’t, I’ll be sure to use the safe word,” I promised him.

“If you say so,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and motioned for me to come closer. “However, if you use the safe word too soon, I’m disbursing the rest of your punishment on your tits.” I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I stared at him.

“It means I’ll slap your tits instead of swatting you,” he informed me as he smiled at me. “Hope you’re up for it. I go a bit hard.” He sat down on the bed, and I allowed him to turn me over his knee.

“I hope you do go hard, Daddy,” I said as his trailed the belt up my bare leg, going up to my ass.

He circled the belt on a particular spot before bringing it up and whacking my backside with the belt. I cried out softly, giving a moan of delight as I felt his thick, heavy cock poke at me through his jeans. A wet spot grew between my legs as I felt him rub my ass with the belt again before bringing it back down in its established pattern.

Two… Three… Four… Five… Six…

I kept count, anticipating how good it would feel to have his cock enter me. I wanted his hot seed to spill out in me, claiming me as his. I wanted him to own me.

Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen… Fifteen…

I was halfway through my punishment, and my ass was growing a little sore. He wasn’t going really hard and hurting me, but he was hitting the same area again and again, making it harder to handle. My cries grew louder and louder, and my moans grew more and more frequent. I wanted this, and I wanted him. Heaven forbid I give him the satisfaction of continuing this any longer than I wanted. I squirmed a little on his lap, and he looked down at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Yes,” I told him as I smirked at him. “I’ll let you know if it hurts too much.”

He nodded and continued with my punishment.

Twenty-three… Twenty-four… Twenty-five…

Five more to go and tears were starting to sting my eyes. This was it. This was the final stretch of my self inflicted punishment. I waited until he finally hit thirty.

“Dolphin!” I called out, and he released me. I rubbed my tender ass and smiled at him as he stared at me.

“Damn, Little One,” he said as he rose to his feet. “You didn’t shed a single tear. You know what that means?” He pulled me into him, crushing me in his embrace, without evening waiting for a response. “It means that you get the grand prize…”