Hard OTK Spanking: Daddy Teaches Me A Good Lesson
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Young 18-Year-Old Girl Provokes Older Man
I picked the tight white top on purpose. Thin fabric. No room for a bra. You could see the lace if you looked closely.
And the shorts – my favorite denim pair- so tight they barely covered anything in the back.
I knew who was in the house today. Not a boy. A man. My dad’s best friend. Thirty years older than me. Calm. Quiet. Always polite.
But his eyes had told me more than enough the last time I passed him barefoot in the hallway.
I bent slowly to get the juice from the fridge, knowing the view I gave him. When I stretched up to grab the glasses, I made sure to arch my back. Let the shorts ride up.
Then I heard his voice behind me, low and sharp. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
I turned, blinking innocently. “What do you mean?”
He was standing in the doorway. Arms crossed. Eyes hard.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
I shrugged, twisting slowly to face him. “I’m just getting something to drink.”
He stepped closer, his voice flat: “You want attention? You’ll get it.” My heart skipped. My stomach tightened. I didn’t answer. I knew what was coming. And I wanted it.
Man Takes Girl and Sets the Rules
His hand closed around my wrist. Not rough, just final. He turned me and marched me down the hall, into the guest room. The door shut behind us.
“You want to play games? Fine. But by my rules.”
I stood still, breathing shallow. My cheeks flushed. My ass tight in my little shorts.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rolled his sleeves up. “You know how this works.”
I hesitated just long enough to feel the heat rise higher.
Then he looked at me, commanding: “Over my knee.”
I stepped forward, slowly. Let my fingers trail down my stomach before I bent. My chest dropped onto the bed, my hips lifted.
His hand rested flat against my back for a moment. Then slid down to my shorts.
“What do you call this?”
“Shorts,” I whispered.
He snorted. “That’s not shorts. That’s a strip of fabric on a bratty little ass.”
I giggled. Wrong move.
His hand grabbed the waistband and yanked it down in one motion. My shorts fell to my knees. Underneath: little white panties with frilly edges. Girlish. Teasing.
“Wearing this? Really?” His voice dropped. “You want to know how grown men deal with little girls like you?”
I nodded, breathless. “Yes…”
Firm Hand Makes Naughty Girl Burn
The first spank landed without warning. Loud. Direct. Right in the center.
I gasped and jolted.
“Don’t squirm.”
The second landed harder.
My cheeks bounced. The sting bit deep. I buried my face in the covers.
There was no rhythm to his strikes. One on the right. Two on the left. One right in the middle. Then he paused. His hand rested warm on my burning ass.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because I… wore this.” Smack! “Because I teased you.” Smack! “Because I’m a naughty little brat.”
Two fast swats, low… right where it stings the most.
My legs jerked. I kicked, twisting against his thigh. My ass felt swollen, on fire.
He leaned down and growled, “Don’t think we’re anywhere close to done.”
I whimpered, body trembling. My mind was melting. I couldn’t think anymore… only feel.
Naughty Bare Butt Shakes Under Endless Slaps
He pulled my panties down, slow and merciless. Over my flaming cheeks, down to my thighs. Left them bunched around my knees.
I felt naked. Exposed. Owned. And I wanted it.
His hand smoothed over my skin, hot and sensitive. “Soft. Warm. Still not enough.”
Then the spanking resumed. Harder now. With purpose. Each slap sent ripples through my ass. I couldn’t stay quiet anymore. Small cries, moans, broken gasps spilled out with every strike.
“Stop wriggling.”
“I can’t…”
“Then I’ll hold you still.” He grabbed my waist, pulled me tighter over his lap. I was completely his.
He kept going. My cheeks bounced with every spank, the heat spreading deeper, aching now.
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. My thighs trembled. My ass throbbed. And underneath it all… my body begged for more.
“Say it. Who do you belong to?”
“You…”
“Louder.”
“I belong to you!” Smack! One final, brutal spank. I yelped. Then silence. Just my shallow breathing. And his hand resting, hot, on my skin.
Little Girl Promises To Behave Forever
He lifted me up slowly. I knelt in front of him, panties around my ankles, hair wild, ass glowing red. He looked at me, calm. In control.
“Are you going to pull that again?”
I shook my head. “No… never again.”
“No more walking around with such shorts?”
“Never.”
“No more shaking your little ass to get my attention?”
I dropped my gaze. “Maybe… a little…”
He gripped my chin, tilted my face up. “Then you know what happens next.”
I nodded. My bottom still burned. Every breath reminded me of what I’d just taken. And why.
“And now?” he asked.
“Now I get dressed… and behave.” He helped me to my feet. I pulled up my panties… slowly, carefully, over my sore skin. They clung to every spanked curve. The shorts barely fit over them.
I walked slowly to the door. Glanced back. His eyes were still locked on my backside.
I smiled. Just a little. Then walked out, feeling every sweet sting in every step.
