Daddy Spanking: Strong Man Spanks Naughty Brat Over The Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Young Woman Flirting Where He Can See Her
The boys circled around me like flies, half-laughing, half-staring. My cutoff shorts rode high, and I leaned back against the railing with just enough arch to make sure they noticed.
I didn’t have to try hard. They were all watching my legs, my smile, the way I licked the tip of my straw while pretending not to notice.
I giggled when Tom made a stupid joke. He was tall, and his eyes lingered right where I wanted them. I played along—until a deep engine growl caught in my ears.
I turned my head, heart thumping, and there it was: the black car sliding to a stop, slow, quiet, waiting. The window rolled down.
His voice came low. Flat. Dangerous.
“Get in.”
Daddy Doesn’t Ask His Naughty Little Girl Twice
I didn’t say goodbye. Just tossed a grin over my shoulder and obeyed. As soon as I sat in the passenger seat, he pulled away from the curb. He didn’t look at me—just gripped the wheel tighter, his jaw flexing hard.
“Who were they?” he asked.
“Just some guys.”
“You think I don’t see the way you walk when you know they’re looking? How your little ass bounces in those shorts?”
I bit my lip. Didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.
He drove in silence the rest of the way home. But that tension? That charge? It crackled between us like a thunderstorm waiting to split the sky.
The moment we got inside, he locked the door behind us.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Strict Daddy Puts Naughty Girl Over His Knee
I stood beside the bed, trying to look innocent. He didn’t buy it. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, pulled up his sleeves, and crooked a finger.
“Come here.”
I stepped close. He grabbed my hips and turned me sharply, then tugged me down across his lap in one practiced move.
My breath caught. His hand slid over my butt, stroking it through the fabric. Then… He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts.
“Too short,” he muttered. “Too tight. You wear these on purpose.”
I squirmed, but he peeled them down, slow, deliberate. They slid off my thighs and pooled at my ankles. Then he saw my thong.
“Seriously?” he growled.
One yank. The string slipped down. My bare ass was now exposed. Upturned. His.
Man Spanks Teen Until She’s Blushing, Wet And Whimpering
His hand rested warm on my cheeks. I tensed. Waited.
The first smack landed loud. A hot jolt that sent me gasping into the bedspread.
Another. And another. Hard, flat-palmed slaps that made my ass bounce and sting and burn. I wriggled, kicked, let out little moans I couldn’t stop.
“This,” Smack! “is what you get,” Smack! “for teasing little boys right in front of me.”
I kicked again, but he pinned my waist tighter, locked me in place.
“You like showing off? Want them looking at your sweet little ass?”
Crack!
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.
“Oh, I know you do.”
He kept going. Harder. Slower. Pausing to let the heat settle in, then starting again. My bottom felt hot and puffy under his hand. My thighs trembled, lips parted, soaked with something more than shame.
Bare Bottom Spanking From Daddy For Bad Girl
When he finally stopped, I was panting. Red-cheeked. Dripping.
He rubbed my sore cheeks gently now, tracing the curves, admiring his work. His fingers slid between them, exploring. Possessive.
“You don’t flirt to be bad,” he murmured. “You do it to get this. You want me jealous.”
I nodded, dazed.
He leaned down close. “You’re mine. This ass? This body? No one else touches. No one else sees. I’m the only one who gets to make you squirm.”
I smiled, face buried in the blanket.
“Then maybe,” I whispered, “you should spank me again tomorrow.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Oh, baby. I plan on it.”
