"Have you been a bad kitten?" Frank asked.

I nodded my head, biting my lip and looking at him with lustful eyes.

"Yes, daddy," I breathed, the heat in the pit of my stomach growing as I kneeled in front of the couch completely nude.

"Does my little boy need a punishment?" He asked.

My breathing nearly stopped and I held back a moan. "Oh, yes please, daddy. Princess has been so bad, I need a punishment. Spank me, daddy."

"Over my knee, little one," he ordered.

I stifled a moan as I got up and laid across his lap, sticking my butt out slightly. Frank's hand ran over my soft bum gently, lifting it up and giving it a harsh smack. My breathing stopped, the pleasuring pain shooting right down to my erection.

"Daddy, again please," I whined.

His hand came down in two quick smacks, making me moan. The need of release filled me, burning me from the inside out. My hips rutted against his leg for friction until finally I was pushed over the edge, pleasure washing over and I-

I woke up, whining in annoyance. My princess parts were straining against my panties, starting to hurt. I bit my lip and looked at Frank sleeping beside me. Quietly, I moved him so he was on his back, moving to straddle his hips. I slowly ground against him, letting out a soft whimper.

"Daddy," I moaned.

Frank groaned, looking up at me and holding my thighs tight.

"Good morning, Princess," he said, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.

I whimpered, continuing to rock my hips.

"Daddy," I breathed out.

He groaned again, bucking his hips up against me.

"Did you have a wet dream, baby?" He asked and I nodded. "What was it about? Was it about me?"

"Daddy, you were punishing me, it was so good," I said.

"You want me to punish you, baby?" I nodded. "How do you want me to punish you? Do you want to be spanked, is that it?"

"C-can I have the paddle, daddy?" I asked.

"Go get it for me," he said.

I got off his lap, going to the drawer with all the sex toys. I smiled at daddy, stripping myself of my clothes and turning to sway my hips slowly and seductively. 

"Get that ass over here now, kitten," Frank said, his voice sounding dominate and sexy. "I'm going to punish you, paddle you until your ass is red."

I moaned, grabbing the wooden paddle with a heart cut out in the center. I got onto my hands and knees, holding the paddle in my mouth as I crawled back to him. Frank sat on the edge of the bed, his feet resting on the carpet as I kneeled in front of him. He took the paddle from my lips, patting his lap. I laid over it, sticking my bum in the air for it. The cold feeling of him running the paddle over my chubby skin made my shudder.

"You've been so bad," Frank tutted.

"So bad," I breathed out, feeling myself fall farther and farther from reality. The only thing that mattered was Frank and the paddle.

"Bad kittens get punished," he said. "You're so bad, you need to be taught a lesson."

"Punish me, daddy," I moaned.

"Hush now, bad princesses don't get to talk, better shut that mouth before I gag you," he warned.

Yes. Oh god yes.

"Daddy," I whined.

I felt the paddle smack my butt, the pain feeling so good.

"What did I say?" He asked.

"You said not to speak," I said.

"And what did you do?" Frank asked.

I felt him running the paddle in a circle on my bum.

"I-I talked," I said.

"That's right, you're so bad," he said. "Bad, bad little boy. I'm gonna punish you so hard."

I moaned as the paddle came down again, hard. I gripped the blanket, the pleasure so strong in the pit of my stomach. Frank paddled me twice more and I squeak, the pain so good. He grabbed my hair, my head craning back.

"Maybe I need to fuck you." The paddle came down again. "I'll fuck you so hard. Such a bad kitten. Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Course you do, fucking slut," he growled.

Frank let go of my hair, the paddle coming down five more times quickly. The heat built up in the pit of my stomach. My butt stuck up in the air higher as I buried my face in the blankets.

"You're going to come from my spanking then again when I fuck you into the mattress, understand?" Frank asked and I nodded.

He spanked me with the paddle again, the pain that made me feel so good. It only took twice more before I came untouched. I breathed heavily, my head spinning.

"Well, look at what you did," Frank tutted.

I looked and saw that I came right on his pajama pants, ruining the blue fabric.

"Such a bad kitten, you should get punished for that," he said.

I moaned, feeling my sensitive cock get hard again.

"Fuck me, daddy," I whined.

"You're speaking again," Frank said, shaking his head. "And you didn't use your manners. On your hands and knees."

I did as he told, moving to the center of the bed. He moved behind me and suddenly I saw my vision get blocked out by a blindfold.

"Open," he ordered.

I opened my mouth and felt the weight of a ballgag on my tongue. He tied it around my head securely. He gently pushed my head down in the pillows, taking my hands behind my back and latching them with handcuffs. He moved away and I felt nothing then, except for the dwelling anticipation of what he was going to do to me. My right hand, that was balled into a tight fist, was pried open by Frank. I felt a small, squishy ball get placed in the palm of my hand before he softly closed my fist again.

"Drop this if you want me to stop since you can't say your safe word," Frank said.

I nodded and heard him move behind me on the bed, feeling the weight of him shift the mattress a little. The was the sound of a popping cap and soon I felt his fingers run along my entrance. One slipped inside and I moaned at the intrusion. Soon Frank stuck in another, making me whimper. He stretched me, scissoring me and making my knees shake slightly.

I bit my lip when he retracted his hand. It seemed to take forever until I felt the blunt head of his erection poking at my bum. He slowly pushed in, groaning lowly. I squeaked, pushing back against him. He ran his hand down my back comfortingly while waiting for me to adjust, giving my butt a squeeze. I moaned, rocking my hips against him. He began with small thrusts, soon picking up the pace. It didn't take long for me to be a complete moaning mess below him, already sensitive from coming once before.

"Fuck," Frank muttered, gripping my hips tight. "So fucking good for me. I love you so much."

He slammed into me, sweat clinging to my body and I'm sure the same was for him. I could hear the headboard hitting against the wall with each thrust. The hot coiling in my stomach was growing, it filled me up and made me shake. I could feel tears in my eyes from the over-sensitivity but I never wanted it to stop. Frank continued pounding into me, thrusting harder and making me cry out in pleasure.

"Gonna come for me, baby boy?" Frank asked, breathing heavily.

I could only manage a squeak and I heard him give a small chuckle. The second he hit my prostate, I knew I wasn't going to last long because I was already shaking. His arm wrapped around me, a hand wrapping around my princess parts as he stroked it quickly.

"Come on, kitten, come for daddy," he said quietly.

My whole body was trembling from it all. My cries were muffled by the gag as I came in his hand. A few more thrusts and he was releasing inside me, moaning deeply. Frank rode out our orgasms before pulling out. He took off the cuffs, blindfold and gag. I looked up at him, my cheeks pink and my black hair matted to my forehead. His black hair was also sweaty, pushed to the side slightly and covering part of the bleached sides.

"Good job, princess," he said, giving me a small kiss.

I smiled proudly, giving a small yawn.

"Did I wear you out?" Frank asked.

I nodded and he laughed.

"I sleepy, daddy," I muttered.

"Here, I'll be right back," Frank said.

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a rag. He cleaned the both of us off and moved me onto my stomach. Frank rubbed lotion onto my still red bum, making it sting less after the paddling. He tucked me in and laid down beside me. I snuggled up against his chest immediately.

"It's still pretty early, we have time to sleep," Frank said.

I nodded sleepily.

"Daddy, do you remember what you said you'd do today?" I asked.

I felt him stiffen slightly.

"Yes, I do remember, sugar," Frank said, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry about what happened with Ray," I mumbled.

"It's not your fault, princess," Frank replied.

"What was he like?" I asked.

"He was taller, like you, and had really big curly hair like an afro," Frank said, I giggled and so did he. "He was really kind and loved this one dog stuffed animal. He also liked going to this one garden and sitting by the tulips, tulips have always been his favorite flower, especially the yellow ones. We would write songs together because we both play guitar."

"Do you still miss him?" I asked.

"Yeah, sometimes," Frank said. "But I have you now, and you're so amazing. Meeting you at the mall that one time was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I'm so glad I happened to need a new shirt and accidentally ran into Mikey or else I never would've met you."

"I love you, daddy," I whispered.

"I love you too, little one."