Daisy's First Spanking

There's nothing quite like that first spanking, especially when it's delivered by a a sexy older man ... Here's a little taster from Little Daisy: A BDSM ageplay romance. Daisy and Johnny are just starting out in their relationship and Daisy wont do as she's told ...
At the end of the day, Johnny locked up, took her hand and led her to his car. They drove the few miles to his house, a detached red-bricked property at the end of a cul-de-sac in leafy suburbia. Daisy insisted on a tour of every room, and then rushed out to explore the garden.

“I love your house, Johnny. And I love the garden. You even have a swing!”

“I thought you'd like that. The previous owners had it erected for their little girl. After I moved in I didn't have the heart to get rid of it. Want a push?”

“Yes!” She squealed in delight as Johnny pushed her, her little legs kicking as she went higher and higher. “I'm flying! Push me higher, Daddy!” Daddy. I called him Daddy. It felt good. Natural.

“Not too high though. Daddy doesn't want his little girl to fall and hurt herself.”

“Wheeeeee!” Daisy sailed through the air. “This is great!”

She was having so much fun, she didn't want to stop and help prepare dinner, so Johnny left her swinging away happily and returned to the house to get her favourite meal ready – a burger and fries with a side salad, followed by chocolate mousse with a strawberry on the top. He smiled indulgently at Daisy as he watched her through the kitchen window. When he was done, he knocked on the kitchen window.

“Dinner's ready, princess.” Daisy turned her head and stuck out her tongue, then resumed swinging. Johnny went to the back door. “Dinner's ready, Daisy. Come and eat.”

“Don't wanna!” She kicked her legs, propelling herself higher.

Johnny's eyes sparked. “Naughty disobedient little girls get their bottoms spanked.”

“They do?” Daisy gulped. She bit her lip. Oh the thought of having her bottom spanked by Daddy Johnny didn't phase her one bit. It was a truly delicious thought. So she deliberately ignored him and carried on swinging.

“I see.” Johnny came out into the garden. “I know just how to deal with you, young lady.” He caught hold of the chains either side of the swing, and slowly brought it to a halt. Then he reached out and tossed Daisy over his shoulder and carried her into the house.

“Hey!” she protested. “You're bumping me about like a sack of potatoes.”

“I warned you what naughty girls get,” he said, setting her down. In one swift move he seated himself on one of the kitchen chairs and placed her over his lap. Her fingertips almost touched the floor, and her little feet dangled.

“Hey – you're not really gonna spank me, are you?”

“I am,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “And on your bare bottom too.”

Daisy's eyes bulged. Bare bottom? Did he really say bare bottom …?

He did.

Daisy felt her little skirt being raised, and a finger and thumb grabbed the waistband of her panties, tugging them down to her knees, baring her naughty little bottom.

“Ohhhh!” She was mortified, but at the same time wildly excited.

“Oh very nice indeed,” said Johnny eyeing her chubby cheeks. He rested his hand there for a moment, before raising it and bringing it down sharply on her right cheek.

“Ow!” squealed Daisy.

“How was that, my naughty little girl?” Without giving her time to reply, he delivered another sharp spank to her right cheek. Then there was a slight pause followed by an unexpected frantic volley of spanks.

“Yeoooww! Owee! Owow!” squealed Daisy.

“You're a very naughty, disobedient little girl,” chastised Johnny. He smiled wolfishly and began to stroke the smooth silky skin, her milk-white orbs just slightly pinkened by the spanking.

Little Daisy is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:


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