“My little girl’s been bad, hasn’t she?” “Yes, Daddy, does this mean I’m going to be punished again?” she asked expectantly. “You know this hurts Daddy more than it does you. Now bend over, raise your skirt and pull down your panties. Daddy’s going to spank his baby to teach her a lesson.” She does as she’s told, bending over the bed and pulling her pleated plaid skirt up to her waist. She then reaches back and slowly pulls her white cotton panties over her ass, baring it to her Daddy, her lover. He picks up her hairbrush, the wooden one with the flat oval back, and spanks her hard once. She cries out from the shock and pain of the blow. “I want to hear you count each stroke,” he says. “One.” “Louder.” “One!” “Better.” He continues her punishment, each blow harder than the previous one. By the time her count reaches ten, tears are falling freely down her cheeks, and she is calling out her count through clenched teeth. “I think ten will suffice.” He puts down the brush and caresses her red and burning cheeks. She winces and moans, not sure whether it is pain or pleasure (a bit of both) that she is feeling. His caresses slowly move downwards until his fingers are teasing between her legs. Without warning, he roughly kicks her legs apart. Quickly he undoes his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. His underwear follows, freeing his cock which is now fully erect. She is completely exposed and open to him, and dripping wet. “You took your punishment very well, baby girl. Now Daddy is going almanbahis to reward you. Would you like that?” “Yes, Daddy. Please?” He grabs her hips for leverage and enters her fully with one stroke holding himself deep inside of her. She screams into the mattress, surprised by the suddenness and force of his entry. Slowly he draws back until just the head of his throbbing cock is inside of her. Her breath is held with what she realizes is anticipation until he shoves himself deep and quick again inside of her and begins fucking her hard and fast. She thrusts back at him, fucking him with the same force and urgency. Their cries become animal, feral, grunting and moaning and crying out. “Don’t cum until I tell you, little girl. Daddy’s close. Can you feel it? Can you feel how much Daddy loves his baby?” “Fuck yes! I feel it! Please hurry! Please let me cum! Oh, god, I can’t hold it!” “OH SHIT! I’m cumming! Cum with me now, baby girl! Cum on your Daddy’s cock!” They cum simultaneously. Screaming obscenities, prayers, unintelligible utterances, so overcome by the intensity of their orgasms they are unable to hold anything back. He falls on her, unable to move, totally spent. As their breathing returns to normal, they roll over. He cradles her in his arms, holding her close to him, wrapping her in his arms. He whispers in her ear, “Fuck, baby, that was incredible!” She nestles into his embrace. “I never knew a little role play could change things so much.” And then in her best little girl almanbahis yeni giriş voice she asks, “Can we play again soon, Daddy?” After three years of marriage, their sex life had become routine when it happened at all. They were still in love with each other, but had fallen out of lust. The relationship was on its way to becoming passionless. One night, after lackluster sex, he worked up the nerve to suggest that they try something new, something to stir up the fires, so to speak. She was hesitant at first, then warmed up to the idea. It was actually her idea to try role play. They discussed several scenarios, but both seemed drawn to the ‘Daddy’s bad little girl’ idea. They set a few parameters, discussing what they would and wouldn’t do, and decided they’d try it that weekend. She surprised him the next evening, when he came home to find his beautiful wife dressed in a Catholic school girl’s uniform: Tight white button down shirt unbuttoned daringly and tied up just under her breasts, very short plaid pleated skirt, white thigh-high tights and black patent Mary Janes, with her long auburn hair in pigtails tied with little bows. He was immediately hard. She looked at him with a little pout and said, “Daddy I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be a bad girl. Please don’t spank me again.” It took him a minute to take it all in, and she broke character just long enough to give him a smolderingly sexy smile. That was all it took. He immediately fell into his role. Slowly, he takes almanbahis giriş off his jacket and loosens his tie. “I am so mad at you right now. You’ve been a bad girl, and you know what happens to bad little girls, don’t you? Bad little girls get their asses spanked. Now I’m going to have to punish you.” He walks into the kitchen, pulls out a chair and sits down. “Come here and bend over Daddy’s lap so I can spank you like the bad girl that you are.” She meekly walks over, kneels down and lays her upper body across his lap as commanded. He takes the hem of her skirt and raises it, taking time to appreciate her toned ass in the lacy ‘Tuesday’ panties she is wearing. He gently runs his fingertips across the embroidery, then raises his hand and spanks her hard. She cries out, shocked at first, then embracing the mix of pleasure and pain. He spanks her again, enjoying the feeling of power, enjoying her complete submission to him. Four times more he raises his hand, his breathing coming shallower with each downstroke. He stands, pulling her to her feet and they kiss passionately for the first time in months. They begin removing each other’s clothes, their own clothes, hungrily, and naked she lies back on the kitchen table, legs parted, toes just touching the floor. He steps between her open thighs and enters her. She is so wet, wetter than he can ever remember her being. She moans and reaches for his hips, pulling him deeper inside of her. They match each other, thrust for thrust, building in intensity, harder, deeper, faster. Fucking. Primal. She cums. “Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me, Daddy! Can you feel your little girl cum? Oh, fuck! I’m cumming so hard!” He’s never heard her say things like this and it sends him over the edge.