n Daddy’s Custody by Ava Sinclair – Release Tour

“I hate you!” I cry, tears running into my mouth.He ignores me, landing the belt across my thighs so that my next words come out as gibberish. I want to tell him that I didn’t mean it, that I don’t hate him, but I can’t speak. I can only cry as the last burning licks of the belt fall in rapid succession and I go limp over the arm of the sofa.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!.” They’re the first words I manage to speak when he lifts me up and sits down on the sofa, cradling me in his lap. I can’t believe how bad my ass still hurts, but despite the pain I want David to know I’m not mad. I asked for this. I wanted it. I needed it. I feel strangely proud to have gone through it.

“I know.” He presses his lips to my hair as I press the side of my face against his shirt. I can hear the sound of his heartbeat against my ear. He’s so big. He holds me like a child and that’s how I feel—like a well-chastened child.

“It’s okay, baby. You took your spanking like a good girl. Daddy is so proud of you.”

He begins to rock me back and forth as I seek to control the hiccoughs of breath. The comfort of his arms, the strength, the painful, lingering sting of his punishment. A feeling of security drapes over me like a blanket. I can’t explain why what just happens makes me feel safe, but it does. And his arms, so strong, so hard, the fact that he could do it again if he wished, the fact that I feel so vulnerable…

There it is again, the little nudging sensation, the barely perceptible rhythmic twinge between my legs. It gets stronger as he holds me and calls me his good little girl and tells me that Daddy didn’t want to spank me but will do exactly that when I need it.

“You’re going to be okay,” he says. “I’m going to take care of you. You’re never going to have to worry again. Daddy’s got you.”

“I look up at him, my hand moving to his cheek. It’s rough with stubble. I feel my lips part as I tentatively push myself against him.”

“Please?” I ask when my lips are inches from his. “Please?”

It’s like a jolt of electricity runs through me when our mouths meet. His tongue finds mine, swirling against it. The little throb becomes a surge. I can feel myself getting wet.

“Oh, god…” How can I feel pain and pleasure together like this? I realize with shame that I’m grinding on his lap, even though the motion makes my raw, tender ass even sorer. But somehow that just excites me more.

“Please,” I say again.

“Baby, I just spanked you. I don’t want you to think that this is how it’s going to end every time I have to punish you.”

His words chill and thrill me. There will be more of this. My pussy pulses; I feel arousal slick on the inside of my thighs.

“You told me to tell you,” I say, shaking with need. “You told me to tell you what I needed, to ask for it.”

David’s eyes reflect the desire I feel. He wants to do the right thing. He doesn’t want to rush what’s coming next. But this time, I’m the one not taking no for an answer.

“I want you, David. I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

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