first time, Ashley Lewis thought she would like to be fucked, with a hard cock thrusting into her tender little privates. Wes’ hard cock.
She had her fingers under the washcloth now. She was playing with herself, not washing herself; how could she deny it? If Wes fucked her with his hard cock, it would go in here , where she could feel the opening, very low down. Two fingers could get in, and make her moan, while with the other hand she rubbed the place at the top with the dirty, dirty name: clitoris. Clit.
Would Wes spank her for masturbating? The very thought made the arousal fiercer, worse and better. The two fingers could go in a little way, but then they came up against what she knew must be her hymen—with too much force.
Ashley cried out in startled discomfort.
Wes came in, holding a t-shirt and athletic shorts, a concerned look on his face. In his eyes, she saw him realize exactly what was going on.
“Would you like daddy to do that for you, honey?” he asked softly. “Your daddy is the one who should make you feel good that way. Little girls who touch themselves without permission get spanked, because their daddies are in charge of their privates. I know you didn’t know that, though, so I’m not going to spank you.”
“B-but…” Ashley stammered, so embarrassed and so aroused that she wasn’t even sure she wasn’t about to ask him to spank her anyway.
“But now you do know that rule, and you either have to stop touching yourself, or tell daddy that you would like him to be the one to play with your little pussy.”
Ashley stared back at him, trying to make sense of the choice he offered her. Could he actually be saying that he would punish her for what she wanted to do with her own body, if she refused to let him touch her that way? As much arousal as she felt, something about that idea seemed wrong to her.
As if reading her mind, Wes said, in a very different kind of voice. “Ashley, I’m asking you if you want to start what’s called an ageplay relationship with me. If you decide you don’t want me to be your daddy, that’s fine, and I won’t spank you for masturbating. That’s part of the ageplay dynamic, and if you don’t want that dynamic I’ll just turn around and go, and this time I’ll shut the door behind me.” The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, and it reassured her greatly.
“N-no…” she said, realizing that her hands had remained in the embarrassing places they had been when he walked in; now she guiltily moved them away and replaced the washcloth between her thighs.
“No, what?” Wes asked softly.
“No, daddy?”
His little smile turned into a grin. “That’s not what I meant, but I think I can tell what you mean.”
Ashley couldn’t help smiling back, as terribly strange as the whole situation seemed.
“No, don’t go?” she whispered.
“You want your daddy to make your little pussy feel good?”
“Yes, daddy,” she said, even more softly. “Please, daddy.”
“Did my little girl’s pussy get wet when she had her spanking?”
Why did it feel so perfect? So much better than anything had ever felt, to have this man only, what, maybe seven years older than she was, calling her a little girl and saying such dirty, naughty things to her. She could only think that Wes had been right: she needed a kind of discipline she would never have thought she could find, now that she had, according to the way most of the world looked at it, grown far past it.
“Yes, daddy. It got so wet, and I couldn’t help it. I had to touch it.”
Wes crossed the few steps so he could bend down and reach into the tub—deep into the tub, down between her legs. Ashley moaned so loud as he touched her there, began to rub her there with fingers that seemed to know how to soothe the aching and the burning, even better than she could herself knew.
“You won’t always be allowed to have your pussy touched after a spanking,” he said right in her ear, as his
She had her fingers under the washcloth now. She was playing with herself, not washing herself; how could she deny it? If Wes fucked her with his hard cock, it would go in here , where she could feel the opening, very low down. Two fingers could get in, and make her moan, while with the other hand she rubbed the place at the top with the dirty, dirty name: clitoris. Clit.
Would Wes spank her for masturbating? The very thought made the arousal fiercer, worse and better. The two fingers could go in a little way, but then they came up against what she knew must be her hymen—with too much force.
Ashley cried out in startled discomfort.
Wes came in, holding a t-shirt and athletic shorts, a concerned look on his face. In his eyes, she saw him realize exactly what was going on.
“Would you like daddy to do that for you, honey?” he asked softly. “Your daddy is the one who should make you feel good that way. Little girls who touch themselves without permission get spanked, because their daddies are in charge of their privates. I know you didn’t know that, though, so I’m not going to spank you.”
“B-but…” Ashley stammered, so embarrassed and so aroused that she wasn’t even sure she wasn’t about to ask him to spank her anyway.
“But now you do know that rule, and you either have to stop touching yourself, or tell daddy that you would like him to be the one to play with your little pussy.”
Ashley stared back at him, trying to make sense of the choice he offered her. Could he actually be saying that he would punish her for what she wanted to do with her own body, if she refused to let him touch her that way? As much arousal as she felt, something about that idea seemed wrong to her.
As if reading her mind, Wes said, in a very different kind of voice. “Ashley, I’m asking you if you want to start what’s called an ageplay relationship with me. If you decide you don’t want me to be your daddy, that’s fine, and I won’t spank you for masturbating. That’s part of the ageplay dynamic, and if you don’t want that dynamic I’ll just turn around and go, and this time I’ll shut the door behind me.” The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, and it reassured her greatly.
“N-no…” she said, realizing that her hands had remained in the embarrassing places they had been when he walked in; now she guiltily moved them away and replaced the washcloth between her thighs.
“No, what?” Wes asked softly.
“No, daddy?”
His little smile turned into a grin. “That’s not what I meant, but I think I can tell what you mean.”
Ashley couldn’t help smiling back, as terribly strange as the whole situation seemed.
“No, don’t go?” she whispered.
“You want your daddy to make your little pussy feel good?”
“Yes, daddy,” she said, even more softly. “Please, daddy.”
“Did my little girl’s pussy get wet when she had her spanking?”
Why did it feel so perfect? So much better than anything had ever felt, to have this man only, what, maybe seven years older than she was, calling her a little girl and saying such dirty, naughty things to her. She could only think that Wes had been right: she needed a kind of discipline she would never have thought she could find, now that she had, according to the way most of the world looked at it, grown far past it.
“Yes, daddy. It got so wet, and I couldn’t help it. I had to touch it.”
Wes crossed the few steps so he could bend down and reach into the tub—deep into the tub, down between her legs. Ashley moaned so loud as he touched her there, began to rub her there with fingers that seemed to know how to soothe the aching and the burning, even better than she could herself knew.
“You won’t always be allowed to have your pussy touched after a spanking,” he said right in her ear, as his
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