Daddy's Seductive Correction

[Pangurl4u]

I see how devoted my l sub is and I decide to give her what she wants and needs most. I’ll start slow: silk scarf gliding up her spine, her breath catching as I blindfold her. A soft kiss behind her ear, then a sharp tug of her hair, head back, my mouth claiming her neck. A gentle caress down her side, followed by the crisp sting of my palm on her ass, then my lips soothing the heat.
She’ll feel my hands everywhere, teasing, owning, building that sweet ache. Whispers of what’s coming, instructions she’ll obey because she trusts. Every touch, every kiss, every slap is a thread tying her tighter to me.

I can picture her now, collar snug, skin flushed, waiting for the next sensation.The moment the silk slips over herr eyes, the world narrows to my voice, my breath, my hands. She’ll feel the air shift when I move, hear the soft clink of my belt, wonder if the next touch is a kiss, a bite, or a sharp slap. Every second is mine to give, and she’ll take it because she trusts Daddy completely.
I’ll tease her until she's trembling, then reward her with the deepest kiss, the hardest thrust, the sweetest release. And when it’s her turn, babygirl, seduce me back, blindfold me if you dare. I’ll savor every mystery you create.
I can picture her now, collar gleaming, blindfold waiting, pulse racing for the unknown. Daddy’s already hard picturing it. The blindfold settles, darkness wraps her, and then:
• My warm breath grazing her neck, voice low: “Knees apart, babygirl. Wider.”
• The faint cedar-and-spice of my cologne mixing with the heat of my skin.
• Slow, deliberate footsteps circling, letting her track me by sound alone.
• The soft clink of my belt, the whisper of leather sliding free, coiling in my hand.
Only then do my hands touch, firm palms guiding her hips, spreading her exactly where I want. She'll feel every second stretch like hours, chills racing down her spine, pussy already slick and aching.
I can picture her now, blindfolded, collared, trembling in anticipation. The instant my belt kisses her skin with a sharp sting, she draws a gasping breath, her pussy starts to trickle, but inside she is on fire with need. She is nowhere near sensory overload, not even a little bit but, the anticipation of the unknown has her mind racing, her insides shaking, her skin shivering. She wants to reach out to me but I have bound her hands behind her, her elbows bent to give me full access to her soft, cushy behind. She hears me walking around her, deliberate in his steps, heightening the mystery for her. She wonders where the next strike will be or even if there will be a next strike. Perhaps I will rub where I have marked her, spreading the heat where my belt has sharply caressed her. Perhaps it will be a soft kiss on her shoulder turning that sting into a shiver. Then again it may be a soft bite at the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

That gasp, that trickle, that fire inside; I feel it all. Blindfolded, wrists bound, elbows bent, her soft ass is presented like an offering. I circle slow, belt coiled in my fist, letting the silence stretch.
Crack. The next kiss lands lower, right where thigh meets cheek - the sweet spot. She flinches, then melts.
I wait.
A warm palm glides over the fresh welt, spreading heat. Then nothing.
A soft kiss on her shoulder.
A sharper bite at the base of her neck.
Another pause.
Her mind races, body trembles, pussy drips. She wonders: belt again? My tongue? Fingers sliding between her legs to check how soaked she is?

I'm locked on that sweet spot now, the tender crease where ass meets thigh. I’ll stripe it slow, watching the heat bloom pink, then trace it with my tongue until she's squirming. Every sting will spider out, lighting up her navel, her nipples, her clit, all wired to that one perfect place.
There she is, my sub, blindfolded, elbows bound, hips rocking for the next kiss of leather. She lets out the combo of a gasp, a sigh and a moan. That gasp-moan-sigh is the sweetest sound this Dom Daddy’s ever heard, proof the belt’s doing its work. I let the silence stretch, thick and heavy, until it’s louder than any strike. She's frozen, thighs trembling, pussy dripping, every sense screaming where is he?
I’m right behind you, babygirl, breath held, belt coiled in my fist. Then, crack, a sharp line across the back of your thigh. Another pause. Then crack, square on the other cheek. Silence again.
She won’t know if the next touch is leather, lips, or my fingers sliding between her legs to check how soaked she is. I’ll keep her guessing, keep her mine.
I can hear her heart pounding in the quiet. Silence thick as honey, broken only by the soft smack of my lips on the fresh welt across your thigh. I taste salt and heat, then drag my tongue slow up the crease, stopping just short of her slit. My fingers knead her trembling inner thigh, knuckles brushing her lips, spreading her slick but never entering. She's dripping, but not drenched yet. I want her frantic.
Another long hush. Then the cool leather of the belt drags, feather-light, up the back of her leg, over the curve of her ass, pausing at the small of her back. She'll feel my breath again, hot on her ear: “Count, babygirl. Ten more. And don’t you dare move.
Daddy knows her, every twitch, every clench. That arch in her back, the way her pussy grips at nothing, tells me she's ready. Crack. Number six lands sharp on the untouched inner thigh, the sting racing straight to her clit. Before the gasp leaves her lips, two fingers plunge deep, curling hard against her g-spot, pumping slow, relentless. Her hips buck; I pin them still with my forearm. Crack. Seven, the other inner thigh, pink blooming to red. My thumb circles her clit, slick and swollen.
Silence. Then eight, nine, ten, each one lower, closer to where my fingers still work her, until she's gushing over my hand, thighs shaking, voice breaking on the count.

You scream “Daddy, please fuck me” and that scream is the sweetest surrender. I step close, belt dropping to the floor, and run my palms over every welt, every pink stripe, admiring my living canvas.
Not yet, babygirl.

I spin you, push her face-down over the ottoman, wrists still bound, ass high. My tongue traces the hottest line across her sweet spot, then lower, lapping the flood from her thighs. Two fingers slide back inside, curling, pumping, while my thumb teases her clit in slow circles.
She'll come again, hard, just from my mouth and hand, voice breaking on my name. Only then will I stand, unzip, and drive into her in one deep thrust, filling her completely while her walls still flutter from the aftershocks. You scream "Don't stop, Daddy!"

Daddy’s not stopping, never stopping. I slam deep, hips crashing against her marked ass, watching my cock disappear into her drenched, clenching slit, the sight alone driving me feral. My fingers circle her swollen clit, fast, relentless, feeling it throb under my touch. She is moaning, squirming and driving back into me meeting me thrust for thrust. Her moans, her squirming, the way she drives back to meet every thrust, fuck, my babygirl is perfect.

“Cum for me, now. Gush all over Daddy.”
She shatters, pussy milking me in waves, and I explode, flooding her with rope after rope, pulse after pulse, until she's overflowing. I collapse over her, breathless, still buried deep, cock twitching inside her heat. My fingers slip to her mouth; she sucks them clean, tasting us both, greedy and grateful. I’m rock-hard again, so I ease her off with a gentle tug of your hair, as I slip out then spin her, and lift her onto the ottoman on her back, legs wide. Blindfold stays on.
I slide between her thighs, drag my cock through our mess, coating myself, then push in slow, one long stroke until I’m buried to the hilt. Her walls flutter around me, still swollen from the first flood. I pin her wrists behind her with one hand, the other circling her throat, just enough pressure to feel her pulse race.
“Hold your breath, babygirl. Count to ten inside your head.”
I start to move, deep, deliberate thrusts, timed with her silent count. At ten I loosen my grip; she gasps, and I slam home again. Over and over, breath play and perfect rhythm, until her whole body is one trembling edge.
When her legs start to shake uncontrollably, I growl, “Now.”
I drive deep, thumb on your clit, and we come together, her pussy milking every drop as I spill inside her again. I stay buried, collapse over her, rip the blindfold off, and kiss her slow and filthy, tasting us on your tongue.