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her head.
    “Very well.” The harsh blows stopped.
Cool air kissed her burning cheeks and a moment later, Daddy’s hand caressed
her backside very gently. She lifted into his touch like a cat being petted.
    For a moment, his hand slipped between
her legs and fondled her soaking wet pussy. “You are a horny girl, aren’t you?”
His tone was affectionate and she was grateful that his disappointment in her
had been brief.
    “I am. I can’t help it.”
    “You’d probably like me to ease your
aching pussy.” He massaged her plump lips and rolled his finger along her seam.
More tears slipped from Candy’s eyes at the exquisite pleasure.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “But then your punishment would turn
into a reward. I don’t want you acting out just to get my attention. So you
will remain like this, with your bottom in the air, for ten minutes. Then you
will come to the dinner table and eat your meal like a proper young lady. You
will receive no sexual relief tonight. In fact, I want you to think about this
tomorrow while you’re at work. Remember what happens to girls who disobey their
Daddies. But you will not come. Not until I say you may.”
    God, just hearing him say “Daddy” made
her want to come. Her body was throbbing with both pain and desire. One flick
of his finger on her clit would put her over the edge. For that matter, one
rock of her hips would scrape her clit and give her the release she needed.
    “Promise me.” His voice was rumbling
thunder. “Promise you’ll do as I say and only come on my command from now on.”
    Ooh, “command” was another word that
set her on fire. “I promise. I won’t come unless you tell me to.” She wiggled
her bottom in the air, hoping for another pat or another slap. She’d happily
take either one so long as he was touching her. But Daddy turned away, leaving
her to ponder her transgression.
    She’d been such a naughty, bad girl
and now she saw the error of her ways.
    * * * *
    Bob returned to the kitchen, but he
gazed at his girl in the living room with her reddened butt cheeks raised in
the air. She looked so smoking hot he thought he’d go berserk if he couldn’t
plow into that sweet ass right then and there. It was criminal how good she
looked in the school uniform—blue blazer, plaid skirt, knee socks and saddle
shoes and a completely bare bottom, bright red from his spanking. Sure the
outfit was a cliché but men found the image hot for a reason. Girlish innocence
on the cusp of sexual maturity was a profoundly erotic thing.
    He considered his need to be Candy’s
Daddy and what it said about him. When he’d first realized his predilection for
that kind of age play, he’d read all he could find about it—half afraid he was
a pedophile closeted even from himself. But what he’d learned was that it
wasn’t uncommon for adults to eroticize some aspect of childhood and for other
adults to enjoy the role of caretaker in that scenario. It didn’t mean he
wanted to dominate a real little girl—not at all. He was very clear on the fact
that he wanted a grown woman to become his little girl.
    And now, as his gaze traveled over
Candy sprawled over the ottoman, he knew she was the one he wanted.
    But it was a tricky thing they were
embarking on and he knew it was moving too fast. They needed to establish
ground rules, safe words, a framework in order to make certain they were both
on the same page. He would discuss that with her over dinner. But first he’d
enjoy the sweet sight of her subjugation while he cooked.
    When dinner was ready and Candy’s ten
minutes of punishment was over, Bob called her to come to the table. She rose
somewhat stiffly and reached behind herself to rub her sore cheeks before
stooping to pick up her panties from the floor.
    “You don’t have to wear those. Come as
you are and sit down.”
    How compliant she was as she instantly
responded to his order. Candy had said she’d played BDSM scenes before and he
could see she was