'Very well.' He searched my eyes a moment longer. 'Come here and bend over my lap.'
He arranged me over his armless chair. Both my hands and feet touched the ground. He braced his legs to keep the chair pressed firmly to the wall. His thighs were warm, his erection hot. My shirt had ridden up and the damp spot over his cock met the skin under my navel. I allowed my weight to settle closer. A muscle twitched in his leg. He touched the hem of my pleated navy skirt.
As though reluctant to touch me, he lifted the skirt to my waist, folding it neatly as he went. He paused. 'You're almost too beautiful to spank.' The heat of his hand hovered an inch above my buttock. 'It must be done, however, and nothing must shield you from the blows.'
His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and slowly, slowly, he pulled them down my tingling curves. He could not avoid touching me then. The back of his fingers slid over my haunches and, after a moment, his thumbs joined them, gently following the crease where my buttocks met my thighs. I heard him groan as the panties dropped to my ankles.
'Like dove's breasts,’ he murmured, his hand hovering again. He swallowed hard. 'Prepare yourself, Kate.'
The blows began before I could, cracking upward on to the underside of my buttocks - brisk, quick smacks that stung just enough to make me squirm.
'Oh,’ I cried, wriggling forward until his erection prodded the curls of my fleece. 'Oh, Father, it hurts.' 'Be still,’ he ordered through gritted teeth, but he liked me where I was. He spanked me from the top now, lifting his hand high and driving it down, jolting me into his cock with every blow. The vibrations rippled through me to him and through my sex as well. My * felt huge and swollen, swollen tight like ripe, juicy plum. The blows were all the relief I had for my cravings. I began to lift myself in anticipation.
'Want more, do you?' he said. His next smack caught the division between my cheeks, driving them apart and baring for one instant the aperture of both our dark desires.
Again and again he spanked me this way, warming my crack until it seemed to sizzle under his hand. He panted with exertion. Warm drops of sweat flew from his skin to mine. I wondered if his palm stung as badly as my bottom. Did he like the aftershocks as much as I did, the way the memory-pain throbbed in tandem with my pulse? He liked having me at his mercy, of that I had no doubt. His erection stretched beneath my belly, solid as stone. The noises he made grew distinctly pre-orgasmic, the war between self-control and intense excitement apparent in every grunt.
I wanted him inside me when he came; I wanted it so badly I could hardly keep from begging.
'Lord have mercy,' he gasped and - with a suddenness that made my stomach swoop - lifted me up and around and sat me facing him on his lap.
The starched black cassock burnt my paddled buttocks, but I didn't care. The pain heightened every sensation, tightening in on itself and then flaring out. I'd long since soaked through my panties. I'm certain he felt the moisture because his hands tightened on my hips, setting off a ricochet of pleasure-pain. The kernel of flesh around which all my ecstasy centred was so engorged it poked through my swollen lips like the trigger of a gun.
'No,' he said, when I tried to press closer. 'You'll make me spend, Katie.' 'Spend inside me,' I pleaded. ‘I want to know what it's like. I need to know. You made me ache so I can hardly bear it.'
His face twisted. 'Damn you for liking this.'
‘I can't help it.' I mouthed the strong line of his jaw. He sighed and tilted his head towards the caress. His lips brushed mine. ‘I'm made that way, Father. Just like you. My body needs things, dark things, and you're the only one who'll give them to me.'
He let himself smile, a wry, self-mocking smile. 'Hardly, little Kate. You and I both know men will queue up in droves to give you whatever you want.'
I cut a glance from under my lashes. 'But who will help me now, Father? Who will love me the way you do?'
He had not meant for me to guess his feelings. His expression darkened. 'Very well.' He set me gently on the desk and spread my thighs as wide as they could go. 'Let's see if I can show you what you've been missing.'
He parted my lips with his thumbs, tracing the wet channel between inner and outer. His hastened respiration brushed my skin. His golden hair tickled my thighs. His thumbs travelled higher, catching the soft hood between their pads. He smoothed it back to reveal the rosy jewel within.
I tensed. I did not like to be stimulated bare. I was so sensitive there.
But, 'I'll be careful,' he said and, with a greater delicacy than I knew he possessed, he laved me ever so gently with the tip of his tongue.
I couldn't hold back my cry of startled pleasure. The sensation was so sharp and hot and penetrating. The dozenth flick of his tongue brought me off, and the second dozenth tipped me over the edge again.
'Better?' he asked as he helped me on to my feet again.