Wanting His Father; Daddy Dom/ LG Forbidden Romance
She stretches out, her arms dangling over the chair arm, and I settle her firmly where I intend her to be.
“This isn’t anger,” I tell her, my voice low and even. “This is instruction.”
She nods, breath shallow, the reality of what’s coming settling into her body before it reaches her mind.
My hand rests on the small of her back, a silent promise of the discipline she craves, as the first spank lands with a crisp, echoing slap against her curved bottom. The impact sends a jolt through her body, a mix of sting and heat that makes her gasp. Again and again, my large hand meets her ass, teaching rather than punishing.