CHAPTER 2
He spanked her again with the same venom with which he had given the first two spanks.
“Yes, daddy” she whimpered and sobbed tearfully as he spanked her the fourth and fifth time.
“Be obedient and I will make you a happy little girl” he assured and wondered if he had not spoken too soon. She was dripping on her panties. Her pant absorbed the wetness and it stained the surface into a transparency.
He put his fingers on it to confirm, pushing her pants aside and rubbing the slit. He pulled his fingers away and the slime of her cooch followed.
“You nasty girl, does this make you feel good?” He said and spanked her the sixth time. Fast learner she was, for she was instantly regretful of her actions.
“I’m so sorry, daddy,” she cried. “I didn’t want to”
“Now you have your juices on daddy’s pants. What would I do with you?” He asked her, lifting her off his lap and holding her a few inches from himself. “What is good enough punishment for what you have done, Gina?”
“Don’t spank me, daddy” she pleaded, with controlled sobriety.
Her calmness made him hard. Even more impressive was the way she had fallen into the mould he had intended for her without much work.
He doubted the thought that another little would have aroused him just as Gina had. Her features, soft and graceful, were a bonus. It was the vibrations she gave in these brief moments that he had known her that was solidifying her position as his little girl.
“I should” he said and stood up, “next time I would. Don’t be a naughty girl, Gina” he warned.
“I won’t,” she promised.
His irritation died down and he sat back in his chair. He motioned for her to come sit on his lap and she moved towards him and sat on his right leg.
He moved his face towards hers and kissed her lips softly. His saliva in her mouth was exotic, like cream evidence of excellent hygiene and his breath on her nostrils burnt with a powerful passion. Her body ached for him, more than she had with any of her regular lovers and she knew she had made the right choice.
She opened her lips to speak and it came out as a moan, a gasp for air to aid her trembling frame. He grabbed her around the waist with a grinning right hand and held her in place on his lap. His left hand flirted about her neck and settled southwards to find her breasts beneath her uniform.
With agile fingers and steady concentration even while engaging her lips with a rich kiss, he managed to unbutton her uniform from the top sensuously till he noted it was enough to ease her breasts out from her clothes. He grunted at the sight of them.
The perky mounds shoved her unleashed uniform apart, the nipples pushing their way out of the shirt like mobile peaks.
“Beautiful” he complimented, caressing them as she moaned. He held the shirt aside and the left breast came out to view, the nipple itself daring him to kiss it and he lost himself in the temptation. Control came in bouts of recollection; that he was the daddy and needed to rein.
Lust and ecstasy shook hands at the juncture where they met and Gina was on her feet with her shirt coming off her shoulder. Samir squeezed her ass tightly, holding her close to himself as he sucked her boobs and she stifled loud moans of enjoyment.
“Are you dripping?” He asked when he sensed her tremble with such a violence.
She said nothing, knowing neither of the answers which he wanted to hear. He didn’t wait for one. He moved his fingers up her legs, ran them against the pants and with skill, moved the pants aside. They were soaked.
His little girl was a soaker and he loved it. The smell of her vaginal juices was a high, a small leak even from the plains of ordinary sex.
He shoved his index finger into her pussy and withdrew it wet. He lifted his hands to her mouth and with his eyes, ordered her to lick it. She did without hesitation.
“Good girl” he commended her. He moved his finger against and this time he did not withdraw for her to taste. He curved it into a crescent and finger fucked the tight pussy, scraping the walls of her spasming pussy.
“Thank you, daddy” she cried with pleasure, floods of euphoria that made her disoriented. He sucked her boobs and fingered her regardless. Priming her for his dick.
When he sensed she was ready, he carried her to his sofa, placed her gently on the length and took off his pants. He held one of her legs and carried it on his shoulder, leaned in and inserted his huge cock slowly into her wet pussy. She drenched the inlet of her pussy with creamy juices when he slid in and started the enterprise with slow progression.
His tempo climbed as she got wetter over the moments. He stroked with a flourish, a decisiveness that did show great control and she retained no self to question his maneuvers as he plowed the creamy goodness out of her.
“Thank you, daddy!” She pleaded blissfully as he fucked, grunting in response.
If he had fucked her for an hour or just for a few minutes, Gina could not tell because the pleasures he gave her seemed to have been on for an eternity.
Even her legs which he had dropped somewhere along the activity had become numb. She lifted her head up and saw he had put both her legs together and buckled them on each other with an open fist.
The storm which was riding for a few minutes finally spiraled out of control. She jerked violently but he held her down. Orgasm was a hard place to reach and when one did reach there, it was as though a legion of demons had descended and taken possession of the body. Samir said he would protect her and he did.
“Daddy” she cried as the pleasure tingled the core of her being, making her numb from head to toe. Under his hands, she was calm.