Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“That’s it, Amy,” Daddy James murmured, his fingers still working my sensitive breasts. “Let it all out. Show us how good it feels.”
I whimpered, tears of shame and pleasure trickling down my cheeks. My entire body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as the orgasm rolled through me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before—more intense, more all-consuming than I thought possible.
“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” Daddy James said, his voice low and commanding. “Savor every second of it. Because this is the last time you’ll be allowed to come until a daddy decides you’ve earned it.”
His words sent a fresh jolt of arousal through me, even as part of me recoiled at the idea. The thought of being denied release, of having to beg for permission to come, was both terrifying and thrilling.
“Remember,” Daddy James continued, his breath hot against my ear, “you still have that paddling coming. For your earlier misbehavior.”
To my absolute horror, the mention of the impending punishment sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body. My hips jerked involuntarily, grinding against the vibrator.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm still rippled through me, Daddy James’ words about the paddling sent an unexpected jolt of heat straight to my core. My eyes flew open in shock as I felt a second climax building, my body betraying me once again.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hips grinding against the vibrator still buzzing relentlessly against my oversensitive clit. “No, no, no…”
But it was too late. The floodgates opened, and I found myself tumbling over the edge into another intense orgasm. My back arched off the exam table, straining against the restraints as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, a mix of ecstasy and mortification, as my body shuddered uncontrollably.
“Well, well,” Daddy James chuckled, his large hand warm on my trembling belly. “Looks like someone’s more excited about her punishment than she’d like to admit.”
I turned my face away, cheeks burning with shame, as the last tremors of my orgasm faded. How could my body betray me like this? The idea of being paddled shouldn’t arouse me. It shouldn’t.
Before I could fully catch my breath, Dr. Reeves was already packing up his equipment. “She’s all yours, Daddy James,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t just witnessed my utter humiliation. “I’ll leave you to administer her punishment.”
Suddenly, before I could fully catch my breath or process what had just happened, Dr. Reeves was gone. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with Daddy James. My heart raced as I watched him reach for the restraints, his large hands making quick work of the Velcro closures.
“Time for your punishment, bad girl,” he said, his voice low and stern.
As the last restraint fell away, I tried to curl into myself, to hide my nakedness. But my limbs felt like lead, heavy and uncooperative after being bound for so long. I blinked, trying to clear the haze of unwanted pleasure from my mind.
That’s when I saw it—a white plastic paddle in Daddy James’ hand. My eyes widened, a jolt of fear cutting through the post-orgasmic fog. I tried to scramble away, but my movements were clumsy and uncoordinated.
“No, please,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Daddy James just shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, Amy,” he said, almost fondly. “You know that’s not how this works. Actions have consequences.”
With ease that made me feel like a rag doll, he scooped me up and sat on the stool the doctor had vacated. Before I could even think to resist, I found myself draped over his broad thighs.
The smooth plastic of the paddle skimmed across my exposed backside, making me shiver. Daddy James’ free hand pressed firmly against my lower back, holding me in place.
“Now, Amy,” he said, his voice low and stern, “bad girls don’t get to count their strokes or thank their daddies. You’ll take your punishment until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
Before I could protest, the paddle whistled through the air and cracked against my bare bottom. The sting was immediate and intense, far worse than I’d imagined. I yelped, my body jerking involuntarily.
Daddy James didn’t pause. The paddle fell again and again, each strike sending shockwaves of pain through my body. The room filled with the sharp sound of plastic meeting flesh and my increasingly desperate cries.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who can’t control their mouths,” Daddy James lectured as he continued the relentless assault on my backside. The paddle seemed to find every sensitive spot, from the roundest part of my bottom to the tender skin where my thighs met my buttocks.
I squirmed and bucked, trying to escape the burning pain, but Daddy James’ grip was iron-clad. My feet kicked uselessly in the air, and I could feel tears streaming down my face.