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[Optional task: grab a paddle, wooden spoon or hairbrush. Bare your bottom. Bend over a chair or table. Paddle yourself, following all the instructions Nicole is given. Now enjoy the story.]
Nicole slammed the refrigerator door shut, making various containers rattle dangerously. “You always do this!” she accused. “You know I want the ketchup in the fridge.”
“Babe, it’s not going to spoil at room temperature,” Harris argued, watching his wife smooth down the jacket of her business suit and grab her portfolio. “Big day at work today?”
She sighed with dramatic enthusiasm. “I told you last week! I’m giving a big presentation today and I can NOT have anything go wrong.”
“You’re going to do great, honey. You always do. Kiss for luck!” but as Harris stepped towards her, she stepped back.
“Don’t you dare! It took me forever to get my makeup and lipstick right, mister!”
His eyes narrowed dangerously.
Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized she had pushed him too far. “No - honey, I need to get to work!” she whined, suddenly sounding much more meek.
He stepped up to her, only inches separating them. This time she didn’t dare to back away from him. She suddenly remembered how much taller and stronger he was than her.
He put his hand behind her and gripped her hair tightly. She let out a soft whimper as he tugged her forward to the kitchen table. He firmly bent her down over the table, pressing her cheek against the tabletop. He then grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, putting her forearms parallel. “Stay!” he commanded sternly. He stepped to the counter and rummaged through something, then returned to her.
He put their largest wooden spoon in front of her face. “Kiss it!”
Nicole whined, “please honey, don’t do this. I need to get to work.”
“Kiss it!”
She pressed her lips to the wooden spoon, her face flushing. It felt so demeaning.
Harris roughly yanked her short black business skirt to her waist, exposing her pantyhose and black lacy panties underneath. He gripped her forearms with one hand, keeping them pinned behind her back. Then he put his foot between her stiletto heels and forcibly spread her legs wide. He loved making her feel vulnerable and exposed.
“Count each stroke and thank me, bitch.”
Nicole braced herself, knowing what was coming. A sharp sting of pain landed on her left butt cheek. “One. Thank you.”
“Don’t test me, babygirl. I could make you go to your important presentation with ginger shoved up your butt. That would sting terribly and would be so distracting. Now, what do you call me?”
She whimpered. “Daddy.”
“Try again. Starting from one,” Harris ordered, then brought the wooden spoon down hard on her right butt cheek.
Nicole winced. “One. Thank you, Daddy.”
“That’s better. Keep it up, my pet.” Then he continued paddling her with firm, measured strokes.
“Two! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Three! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Four! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Five! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Five! Thank you, Daddy.”
Harris stopped. “Forgotten how to count, babygirl?” He roughly groped her, squeezing her sore butt.
Nicole whimpered, her mind a confused haze. She tried to think back. Did she make a mistake? She couldn’t tell. It was hard to think - doubly so when he started roughly fondling her pussy through her panties. He knew it drove her crazy when he held her down and touched her! “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she apologized, trying to grind her needy pussy against his exploring fingers.
He spanked her hard, this time with his open hand. “Try again. You remember how to apologize.”
She flushed. “Daaaadddddy! It’s so embarrassing!”
He spanked her again. “Do it!”
She closed her eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m just a girl. Please punish your naughty little girl.”
“We’ll restart the paddling. Don’t lose count this time, slut.” The wooden spoon came down forcefully on her already stinging bottom, again and again.
“One! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Two! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Three! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Four! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Five! Thank you, Daddy.”
Her pussy was soaking wet. She could smell it. All that effort to primp and prepare for the day and she was a sweaty, soaked slut.
“Six! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Seven! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Eight! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Nine! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Ten! Thank you, Daddy.”
He set the wooden spoon down on the table and caressed her pussy through her panties. “God, you’re soaked!” he said, chuckling. “You’re such a needy little whore for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy! Your needy little whore! More, please touch me more!” Nicole begged, relieved that the paddling was over.
“Oh, I will. After each stroke.”
There was more? Nicole whimpered. Then Harris picked up the wooden spoon and paddled her again. “Eleven! Thank you, Daddy.”
This time, after each stroke, he paused to rub her pussy through her panties before striking her again.
“Twelve! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Thirteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Fourteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Fifteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
Nicole was panting with need, her butt feeling hot with the pain of the much-needed paddling. Forget work - she longed for him to yank down her pantyhose and panties and take her hard against the kitchen table!
“Sixteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Seventeen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Eighteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Nineteen! Thank you, Daddy.”
“Twenty! Thank you, Daddy.”
Harris set the wooden spoon down again, but this time said “That’s enough paddling for today, babygirl.”
Nicole sagged with relief. “Please, Daddy… your little girl needs you.” She wiggled her butt invitingly.
“You’re forgetting something, babygirl.” He pressed against her. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. “Thank me for punishing you. Say you love me!”
“Thank you for punishing your naughty girl. I love you, Daddy!”
“Good girl.” He patted her on the head, which felt awkward with her head still laying on the table. Then he gripped her by the hair and pulled her upright. She felt briefly lightheaded. “Keep your arms behind your back! Beg Daddy for kisses.”
“Please Daddy, please kiss your little girl!” Nicole gasped.
“Aw, I would, but then I’d smudge the lipstick you worked so hard on,” Harris said teasingly. Using her hair, he pulled her head back, then laid a trail of kisses down her exposed, vulnerable throat. “I’ll give you real kisses after work, babygirl.”
Nicole trembled with need. “Daddy, please use me. I need your cock!”
Harris chuckled. “Oh, look at the time. You need to go to work,” he said mildly, reaching under her skirt to fondle her again.
Nicole whimpered. “If you won’t take what belongs to you, may I please at least change my panties? I’m so wet and I smell like sex.”
He studied her carefully, looking her up and down. She loved the way he devoured her with his eyes, clearly craving her. “No. I want you to remember this all day while you’re at work. Not only that, edge at work. Rub yourself in the restroom, but do NOT cum. I want you extra needy for me tonight. Oh, and by the way - from now on, I’m going to paddle you EVERY day, babygirl. A daily maintenance spanking will remind you to be a good girl.” He put a finger under her chin, tipping her head up to look at him. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Nicole squeezed her thighs together, desperate with denied need.
“And?” Harris asked.
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