Sip Of Pleasure
Keep Me, Daddy by Sara Fields
Out Of Print
“A beautiful girl like you deserves to be safe, don’t you?” he whispered, and I hung onto his every word.
“Yes sir,” I blushed.
“Then I’m going to need to be awfully firm with you,” he added, and my face flushed even hotter.
Grasping my arm firmly, but not hard enough to hurt, he sat down and pulled me over his lap. I landed face down with my bottom seemingly high in the air and my eyes opened wide. My ass felt like a vulnerable target, and I reached back as everything went from a sordid fantasy to something very real very quickly.
I was really about to get my bare bottom spanked by a man I’d met only last night.
“Liam,” I began, and his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as I began to struggle. I wiggled on his lap, trying to push myself up, but his arm held me tight.
It soon became very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“It’s alright, little girl. I’ve got you,” he said as his hand settled on my panty clad bottom. His touch was dangerously close to my pussy and my inner walls squeezed tight, imagining those same fingers between my legs.
“Please, sir,” I tried.
“I told you that I was going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, didn’t I?” he pushed.
Oh my god.
If he pulled my panties down, he’d see how wet I was. Even now, I could feel that I’d soaked through the seat of my panties. Keeping my thighs together, I tried to hide it as best as I could.
“Yes sir,” I whispered, my shame escalating by the second. “But it’s okay. You can leave my panties up.”
“That would be much less shameful for you, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathed, a sigh falling off my lips as I prematurely celebrated a little tiny bit of victory. He’d still spank me, but at least he wouldn’t see how aroused I was at the prospect of getting spanked right now.
“That’s exactly why they’ll be coming down, naughty girl,” he answered, and my heart dropped.
“But…”
Without missing a beat, his fingers wrapped around the waistband of my panties and slowly, he started to pull them down. Every inch of their descent was just as shameful as I thought it would be and soon enough, he’d pulled them down all the way to my jeans.
He’d be able to see how wet they were. How wet I was. How impossibly needy I was for both a spanking and his touch between my thighs.
“My my, you naughty girl. You’re soaking wet,” he observed, and I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide as a wall of shame and embarrassment crashed into me. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even try. All I could do was squirm, press my thighs together, and grapple with the way my pussy was fluttering with rampant desire for all that he was offering and more.
“I’m going to have to deal with that naughty little pussy after your spanking, aren’t I?”
“Yes sir,” I rasped, my voice coming out in a breathy pant. I wanted him to touch me.
Badly.
But his hand settled on my bare bottom first. My hips rocked from side to side, and he growled softly, the sound cutting through me like a hot knife through butter. I gasped as the sound shot straight through to my core, my clit pulsing as if it had a life of its own.
His hand squeezed my left bottom cheek. When his warm touch pulled away from me, I tensed, and it came back down with a harsh slap.
It stung, but my clit throbbed even harder. I blushed, thoroughly aroused and impossibly ashamed that I was reacting this way. Was something wrong with me? Would he think I was deranged for getting this wet from a punishment spanking over his knee like this?
But what if he likes it? What if this was exactly what he wanted since he first laid eyes on you?
His palm slapped my other cheek just as sharply and I gasped out loud. The sting bit into my flesh, and a delicious spike of pleasure surged through my veins once again.
You like this. You like it a lot.
He started spanking me a bit more quickly, his palm bouncing off my bare cheeks so loudly that I wondered if the customers could hear me getting spanked like a naughty little girl downstairs in the coffee shop. Would they know what was happening?
A quiet cry escaped my lips.
Liam spanked me a bit harder, but the pleasure coursing through my body made the sting less than I expected. If anything, each slap reverberated straight down to my clit, and it slowly dawned on me that I might come if he kept this up.
As if my body wanted to betray me, my hips bucked, and he held me against him that much tighter.
Fuck. I could feel his cock against my hip, and it was massive. The kind of cock that hurt going in with every thrust and the kind of cock that rocked your world all night long until you came so many times that you passed out.
The kind of cock that I hoped would rock mine.
My clit drummed hard as the spanking picked up in pace. It stung, but I couldn’t quell the desire racing through me. With every slap, my pussy clenched, and my clit hummed with need.
“Please,” I begged.
Desire raced through my veins, and I couldn’t make it stop. He spanked all over my ass, from the tops of my cheeks to the lower curve where my bottom met my thighs, and then directly in the center of them over top of my pussy, and then it was too much.
In a rush, my need centered in my core. His hand wrapped around my hips, holding me in place, and I bucked, brushing my clit against the rough fabric of his slacks.
Before I realized what was happening, my world was bursting apart in a world of pleasure.
White hot fire burned through my veins, like a veritable tornado of desire pulling me in and throwing me high up into the sky. I cried out, but it sounded more like a strangled moan, and then I was coming harder.
My pussy clenched fiercely as my inner walls fluttered, brutally hot desire holding me prisoner as I broke apart over his lap. My hips rocked back and forth as my back arched. Still safely covered, my nipples pebbled, and I wanted nothing more than to reach up and tweak them with my fingers like I liked to do alone in my own bed late at night.
My pleasure crested and a soft, keening cry escaped me, exposing me for exactly what was happening. I couldn’t hide my orgasm. I couldn’t even try, and that shame made me come hard enough for every muscle in my body to clench tight all at the same time.
Eventually, my passionate desire crested and began to fade, leaving me with nothing more than the knowledge of what I had just done and how it made me feel.
Shame washed over me like a tidal wave. I’d had an orgasm from nothing more than a spanking.