His nostrils flared.
In one smooth motion he sat back down in the recliner and hauled me across his lap like I weighed nothing.
My stomach pressed against his hard thighs, my ass up in the air, pigtails dangling.
The crop top rode all the way up my back.
His big palm smoothed over the lace of my panties once—almost gentle—before he hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down my legs in one rough tug.
Cool air hit my bare ass and my soaked pussy.
I was exposed.
Completely.
To my stepdad.
“Last chance to behave, Kaylee,” he warned, voice thick.
I wiggled my hips, deliberately rubbing against the massive erection straining his sweatpants.
“Make me.”
His hand came down with a sharp crack.
The first spank landed hard on my right cheek, the sting blooming hot and instant.
I yelped, more from shock than pain, but the sound that followed was pure, needy moan.
“One,” I gasped, already breathless.
Another smack—left cheek this time, harder.
Heat spread across my skin.
“Two…”
He didn’t stop.
Each spank was deliberate, measured, the kind of controlled force only a man who’d spent decades commanding respect could deliver.
My ass burned, but so did everything else—my nipples tight against the couch cushion, my clit throbbing with every jolt.
By the tenth spank I was squirming, tears pricking my eyes, but my pussy was dripping down my thighs.
I could feel his cock twitching against my hip with every strike.
“Eleven… fuck—Daddy—”
”Watch your mouth,” he growled, but his voice was rougher now, strained.
His palm rubbed over the flaming skin of my ass, soothing even as it threatened more.
Shaking.
And for the first time in my spoiled little life, I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop… or if I wanted him to keep going until I broke completely.
By the fifteenth spank my ass felt like it was on fire, each cheek glowing hot and throbbing under his heavy palm.
Every smack sent a fresh jolt straight to my clit, making my pussy clench and leak even more.
I was a mess—panting, whimpering, tears slipping down my cheeks while my hips kept grinding shamelessly against his thick thigh.
“Sixteen… Seventeen…” My voice cracked on the numbers, more moan than count now.
“Daddy—please—”
”Please what, little brat?” His voice was low, dangerous, and rough with arousal.
His free hand gripped my hip to hold me still when I tried to squirm away from the next strike.
“You begged for this.
You pushed and pushed until I had no choice but to put you over my knee like the spoiled eighteen-year-old slut you are.”
The word “slut” should have made me angry.
Instead it made my pussy throb harder.
I could feel how wet I was—slick coating my inner thighs, probably leaving a damp spot on his gray sweatpants.
His cock was rock-hard beneath me, a thick, heavy ridge pressing insistently against my hip with every shift of my body.
Another sharp crack landed across both cheeks at once, harder than the last.
I cried out, legs kicking uselessly.
“Eighteen!” I gasped.
“I’m sorry—fuck, I’m sorry, Daddy!”
”No, you’re not.” His palm rubbed slow circles over the burning skin, soothing the sting even as it spread the heat deeper.
“You’re dripping all over my lap, Kaylee.
Your tight little pussy is soaking my pants because getting spanked by your stepdad turns you on.”
His fingers slid lower, tracing the curve where my ass met my thigh, then dipped between my legs.
Two thick fingertips brushed my swollen, slick folds and I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand like a desperate whore.
“So fucking wet,” he growled, voice dark with lust.
“Look at this pretty pink cunt.
All puffy and dripping just from a spanking.
You’ve been teasing me for months, haven’t you?
Walking around in those tiny shorts, calling me Daddy with that bratty little smile, knowing exactly what you were doing to me.”
Cool air hit my exposed clit and I whimpered.
Slowly, deliberately, he circled my clit with one rough fingertip—light teasing pressure that made my toes curl.
“Daddy…” I breathed, voice trembling.
“Please touch me more.”
He chuckled, low and dark.
“You don’t get to make demands, brat.
You take what I give you.”
But he didn’t stop.
His finger pressed firmer, rubbing tight circles around my clit while two other fingers teased my entrance, dipping just inside before pulling back.
I was panting, hips rocking helplessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure he kept dangling just out of reach.
“You want Daddy’s fingers inside this greedy little pussy?” he asked, voice thick.
“You want me to finger-fuck the attitude right out of you?”
”Yes,” I whined, no shame left.
“Please, Daddy.
I need it.
I’ve been so bad—”
He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning.
The stretch was perfect—rough, full, his calloused fingers stroking deep.
He curled them immediately, finding that spongy spot inside me and rubbing it firmly while his thumb worked my clit in steady circles.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the den as he pumped his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, the squelching noise making my face burn with embarrassment and arousal.
“Oh god—Daddy—yes, just like that,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust of his hand.
My ass still burned from the spanking, the heat mixing with the building pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the other began.
He added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me harder with his hand while his other palm kept rubbing my sore ass cheeks.
“That’s it.
Take Daddy’s fingers like a good little slut.
This pussy is so tight… so fucking wet for your stepdad.
You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?
Rubbing this greedy cunt every night thinking about me bending you over and punishing you.”