Page 51 of Whisper
“Mmm.” He squeezes my bare ass cheeks. “I think you can have anything you want.”
“So spank me, then comfort me.”
Whisper grunts as he joins me on the bed, easily pulling me onto his lap so I’m lying on my stomach face down. He runs his hands over my cheeks.
My dick swells with anticipation.
I’ve never been spanked before, but I think it sounds kinda hot, especially if this man’s doing it.
“Why do you deserve a spanking?” Whisper asks, making my tummy flutter again.
“I’ve been bad, Daddy.”
He sucks in a breath. “Calling me Daddy gets you extra swats, but you know that, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m not a Daddy.”
“If not Daddy, why Daddy shaped?”
He snorts a laugh. “You are a handful. A beautiful, sexy, dangerous handful.”
“Dangerous? I told you before I’m just a baby.”
“If you say so.”
His hand comes down suddenly, stinging my flesh so deliciously that all I can do is laugh in surprise.
“Oh my god. Do that again, Daddy.”
“Stop calling me Daddy.” He smacks my other cheek, a little harder than the first time, and I grind my dick into his thigh.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
“It’s punishment.”
“Whatever you say.” I wiggle on him again. “If I can’t call you Daddy, what can I call you?”
“Whisper.”
“Hmm, something else. Want a pet name for you.”
“Be creative. You can do it.”
His hand comes down for several smacks in quick succession, trading ass cheeks and creating an incredible sting. I knew I would like this.
“Leave a mark. I want to see it. I want to feel it when I sit down tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Blush.”
“I want to be hurt by you. It doesn’t mean anything—I know you’re not actually hurting me.” I twist slightly so I can look at his face. “Make it good for me, Whisper. Make me feel it.”
His face is tense for a second, but then he nods, his features softening. “Ready?”
“Been ready.” Twisting around again, I bite his wrist. “Daddy.”
I feel him tense, but then he’s back at it, swatting my ass with the perfect amount of heat and force behind it. My ass bounces, my cock swells, my skin pulses.
