You knew I'd be out at happy hour with my friends. Usually, I'd bring you along. I like showing you off. I like the little jealous glances they give me, knowing that you were mine. But you wanted me to go out on my own, spend some time with friends, because you know I get... distracted... when you're around.

You decided to take the opportunity to distract me anyways, sending me dirty pictures while you knew I was out. Telling me all the things you were thinking about. Even threatening to touch yourself without permission, because -- after all -- what could I do about it?

When I got home, you were sitting on the couch wearing one of my tshirts and a pair of panties. You smiled at me and began to stand up to greet me before you realized that you were going to have to pay for being such a tease all night. The look on your face was a mixture of fear and hunger -- you knew the price you'd have to pay.

Without a word, I walked past you and sat on the couch. "Over my lap, little one."

My hands went up the back of your thighs, the lightest touch of my fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt up and down your legs, and the cheeky parts of your ass peeking out from your panties. I slowly squeezed, touched, felt, and enjoyed your flesh for a few minutes, savoring the way you feel in my hands. Then, I pull your panties down, all the way to your ankles. "You were a tease, little one, and now you're going to pay for it. Count them out loud, 20 on each side. If you don't count loud enough, or if you stumble over the count, we start back at zero. Do you understand your instructions."

"Yes Daddy," you barely eek out.

THWACK

"Speak up, or you're going to have a rough night."

"Yes Daddy!" you say with your big girl voice.

I began your spanking, my bare hand on your bare cheeks. We got to 5 before you stumbled for the first time. My fingers plunged into your wetness, causing you to cry out and buck your hips in shock. "Incorrect. We're starting over."

THWACK

The second time, we got to 8 before your body shivered and shook in my lap, causing you to miscount. My fingers went back inside of you, curling into you and bringing you right to the edge, but not letting you plunge over. "Again, little one. You can do better than this. Focus."

THWACK

Miscount. "Again."

THWACK

Barely able to choke out a word. "Again."

Each time, my fingers inside of you, bringing you to the brink without letting you go over, your little body fighting not to cum without permission.

THWACK THWACK THWACK

"Nineteen, Daddy... Twenty, Daddy." You're barely able to get the last two out, but I've punished you enough. Your bottom is bright red, your thighs covered in your own messy wetness. My left arm suddenly wraps around your middle, grabbing you tightly and holding you in place, as the first two fingers of my right hand plunge inside of you ferociously, fingerfucking you. The knuckles on my hand playing against your clit with each thrust.

"Daddy, may I pleeeeeaaaaseeeee cuuuuuuuum," you manage to wail out.

My response is to slowly start counting down.

10 9 8 7

"You really want to cum, don't you sweetheart?" My voice a taunting growl. "I bet it's hard to focus on not cumming while Daddy plays with you like this, isn't it?"

All you manage is a few desperate whimpers.

6 5 4 3

"Poor little girl. I don't think you can handle this. Maybe Daddy should just stop? Maybe this is too much for you, little one?"

"Noooo Daddy, pleaseeeee" you barely whimper, desperate for release.

2 1

"Cum for me, kitten. Show me how hard you can cum."

You pulse around my fingers, making me even more hungry for you as I continue thrusting in and out of you. When I feel your body tense at the height of your orgasm, I pull my fingers out and instead place them directly on your clit, rubbing it in circles. "Again... don't you fucking dare stop cumming, little girl. Cum again, NOW!"

In my lap, your little body has lost all control. Your mind shut off and turned to mush. I alternate between fingering you and playing with your clit, forcing you to cum for me over and over as I play your little body like my favorite guitar.

When I've had my fill, I hold you in my lap. "Now Daddy needs to use you to cum."

"Please, Daddy. I'm too sensitive."

"Aww, is your poor little pussy overstimulated, kitten? You don't think you can handle Daddy fucking it?"

"N-no, Daddy. Maybe you could use my throat instead?"

"No, princess. That won't do. I know what I'm going to use. Come with Daddy to the bedroom. This might hurt, but I know you're a good girl and you want Daddy to feel good... so stay nice and relaxed, okay? Can you do that for me, little girl?"