Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

Windy

Being over Coach Deke McCree's lap for a spanking was not on my bingo card for this semester, but nobody will catch me complaining, I promise that. My yoga pants and panties peel down to mid-thigh with a little jostling from Deke and before I have time to be embarrassed about my nudity, his giant bear-paw of a hand is kneading my lower cheeks. He squeezes and releases them with a hard jiggle, like he's testing the rebound of my ass.

"This is the most perfect bubble-butt in all the world. You know that, little lush? I can't wait put my handprint all over it, so you feel my ownership every minute of every day." Deke's rich voice is even deeper than usual, and I can feel the hard bar of his erection against the side of my hip.

"M-me either," I croak, anticipation and nerves turning my mouth into a desert. Logically I know I shouldn't be so excited by the thought of a man hitting me, even just on my backside. But I am. So excited.

The first crack of his palm over the center of my left cheek snatches the breath right out of my lungs. Deke rubs a soothing circle over the sting, the shock and resounding smack more significant than the impact itself.

"Color?" he asks.

"Green, Sir." I giggle back.

He only spanked me once. I didn't think he'd already be asking me that.

"Good. Not everyone is okay with spankings. Thank you for being honest." He's not laughing with me, and before my next breath is done, I realize why.

Deke spanks me. Like, really spanks me. Smack after smack broken up by firm circles to sooth my hot flesh. I lose count of how many, but it can't actually be for too long because while my backside is stinging, pleasure is coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

The cycle of spank, spank, spank, rub is broken when Deke grabs a fistful of my cheek and bends low to kiss and nibble at it. The unexpected shock of his wet mouth on my overheated skin tears a keening wail from me and I startle at the sound.

"Such a good, good girl, baby. Taking your punishment like daddy's perfect girl."

His praise finds a secret home inside me. I've been given accolades my whole life for the way I play soccer, the grades I get. This is different. Deke is praising me for who I am, for who I can be to him. It's different.

"Thank you, Daddy."

He lifts me easily and positions me to cuddle against his chest. The soft cotton of his t-shirt smells like detergent with the spicy hint of athletic sweat, and I rub my face into his chest to enjoy it.

"What's your color now, sweetheart?"

I love all the little nicknames he has for me. Even when he calls me little lush, because it reminds me of my hazy memories the night we met.

"Green, but…" I don't know how to ask for what I want. Don't know if I'm allowed to want anything after I've been punished.

"But what? You can tell Daddy anything." He promises.

"But my… my…" I can't make myself say the word, the high from being spanked colliding with the arousal throbbing between my legs sending my thoughts spinning. I wave a hand over my lap, the explanation failing me. "It aches, Sir."

Deke's expression turns wicked. His eyes drop to the folds of my hoodie that have settled over my bare upper thighs.

"Does your wet little pussy need attention? Horny girl, getting turned on when her Daddy spanks her naughty backside." He means the words to embarrass me, and they do. I feel like a bad girl, desperate for whatever sensations he'll give me next.

"Please, yes. Please." I hope he knows what I'm asking for, because the words aren't wording for me.

Deke lifts me into the air and stands, his muscles flexing even though it seems like no effort at all for him to maneuver me until I'm laid back against the pillows at the head of his bed. He leans over me and takes my mouth with his in a kiss so consuming it's obvious that despite having spanked me like an errant little girl, there's nothing childlike in the way he sees me.

"You took your punishment like such a good girl, Windy. Now you can choose a reward. Do you want to come on my fingers or my mouth?"

That's an impossible choice. Deke's got hands big enough to make a football look like a child's toy. His thick fingers would feel amazing splitting me wide and filling me so good. But his mouth… oh man, his mouth. The way he eats at mine says everything I need to know about how incredible it would be to have him do the same thing down there.

"Greedy girl. You want both, don't you? I can read you like a book."

The words chastise, but the look on his face is all lusty approval. I nod.

"Don't think you're always going to get your way, little lush. But for this time, I'm going to give you everything you want." Deke moves down my body, kissing and licking along the way with such purpose it steals my breath.

I'm so focused on the sensations he's igniting all over my body I forget to answer him. That's probably for the best though. Because if I told him everything I want, he'd know I want it all.