Daddy's Perfect Match

Chapter 24

Charlotte's Point of View

"Ok Miss Procrastination. Across my lap." His voice is husky and seductive and a little stern. It sends a thrill down from the nape of my neck that settles in between my legs.
I walk over until I'm standing at his left, just staring at his broad thighs.
His hand is firm and warm on my back. He gives a few soothing strokes
"Come on sugar tush. "
He gently but firmly uses the hand on my back to guide me down until my head and arms are hanging over the other side of his lap. My feet dangle and I swish them back and forth nervously.
He rubs my back a little longer. Then his hand creeps to the hem of my nighty. He lifts higher higher until it's scrunched at my lower back.
I'm not wearing undies. I never wear them to bed and I thought daddy had forgotten about spanking me. But he didn't and now my bare bum is exposed, vulnerable to my punishment.
He puts one of those big solid hands on one cheek. It's warm and a little rough and very soothing as he slowly massages the very tight muscles of my scared little backside.
"Ok sweet cheeks," he gives my butt a little pinch "you're going to get 10 spanks"
"10? But you said one for every second I kept you from work and I only kept you for five!"
"Yes, those five plus the punishment for the first two times you were bratty about daddy's work"
I grumble a little.
"Baby, are you using the safety words?"
I want to try this. This feeling of submission, letting this strong man decide, it's making me crazy and tingly all over.
"No"
"Then," he smacks my bum "I don't want to here any more complaining out of you. I want you to count each smack"
"Yes daddy"
Smack
"1"
That wasn't so bad. The actually contact is surprising with a slight sting and the whole experience, the strength of his legs, his scent, his erection poking my side, is heady.
Smack
"2"
Smack
"Oh uh 3"
Smack
"4"
Smack
"5"
He stops his rhythm and starts massaging my butt again. Calming down from drama of it all, the burning in my bum starts to set in. This hurts worse the spanking itself. I can feel the blood running to my inflamed behind.
Just when I think he's decided to ease off and let me get off easy...
Smack
"6 ouch!"
I know I could say yellow or red to stop the stinging spanking but I don't want to. Yes, it hurts, but daddy cares about me and he won't give me more than I can handle. I can be strong for him. I'm not a wuss.
Smack
"7"
Smack
"8"
Smack
"9"
Smack
"10"
I turn on daddy's lap like a rotisserie chicken so I'm laying back on his thighs and staring at the face of a man who clearly cares about me so much.
I take deep breaths as the heat floods into my ass. It's a low level, prickly pain that makes me hyper aware of my lower body. Is it possible the pain itself is turning me on?
"Are you okay princess?"
"Yes daddy."
"You were so brave"
He's beaming down at me and his approval feels like the sun on my face. He tucks a few strands of hair behind my face and then just strokes my hair over and over.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask, he looks so deep in thought.
"How lucky I am to have found you" his neck and cheeks start to glow. Is daddy blushing? I can't have my daddy feeling insecure.
"I feel really lucky too"
His smile gets even wider.
"It's just... It's amazing. Of all the houses I looked at buying, all the paths I could have taken in my life,that I just stumbled across the perfect little... It's amazing. I'm amazed." He really does look awestruck. Is he really looking like that at me? I feel like he's melting this spot in my chest until my heart is all mushy gushy.
I love him.
I smile up at him. It's my secret to keep for now.
I get up off of his lap and stand in front of him. He looks a little dejected. He doesn't know I'm planning my next move.
I move carefully to straddle him, a little unsure of my balance and trying to sit mostly on my thighs to give my buttocks a little break. He places on hand on my elbow and the other on my hip and guides me in place.
"Baby, don't get me wrong, I love you sitting like this, but you should know that this isn't a roll of quarters" he chuckles and lifts his hips a little so the bump in his pants prods my low tummy "is that okay?"
"Uh huh."
I'm just staring at his mouth trying to figure out what to do next. Daddy always mouth kisses me first, is always the one using tongue. I want to kiss daddy!
I place one hand, then the other on the part of his body where his neck slopes down to meet his shoulders. It feels like steel cables beneath his hot skin.
He looks at me expectantly while my fingers explore the nape of his neck.
Finally I dive in.
"Ouch! Crap"
We separate holding our wounded noses.
"I'm sorry daddy! I just wanted to be the one who started the kiss. "
He laughs past the hand over his nose.
"I appreciate it buttercup"
He takes his hand off. We aren't really injured just a bump. He tilts his head and slowly and smoothly swoops in for a kiss.
I can feel the slight scrape of his teeth on my lower lip and then his tongue make a quick swipe before meeting mine. We hold onto each other tightly. He pulls back, pecks my nose, and then rests his forehead on mine.
"Why do you want to be the one who starts our kisses baby?"
"I feel like it should be 50/50. I think I should be good at leading it too."
He's rubbing the nape of my neck. Mmmmmmm.
"Do you want to be in charge of half of our kisses or do you just feel like you should?"
"Feel like I should."
"Well sugar, don't worry about it. Let daddy take care of you. I can start all of our kisses and guide you."
"Is that ok?" I bet Cynthia knew how to kiss really good.
He just laughs.
"Oh baby, with you, it is no hardship."
And we kiss again, and again, and again.