Playing Dress Up with Donna: Age Play Submission Dominant Billionaire Spanking Bottle Feeding ABDL Diaper Fetish

Bigshot billionaire Henry and up-for-anything Donna are engaged in their secret fantasy playdate when things suddenly go awry.

Donna breaks character and accidentally calls Henry by his real name, so she must be punished. Although it turns out that this punishment may be more of a reward...

This scorching hot short is packed with plenty of naughty kinks, including spanking and bottle-feeding plus fashion you'll lust after and some twisted humor!


EXCERPT:

"Oops. It looks like you're still a little wet down there, sweetheart," he says.

I start giggling.

With an indulgent smile, he asks, "Does that tickle?"

"A little," I answer in my cutest little squeaky voice.

"Oh it does, does it?" he says with a silly, devious look in his eyes. "You're a ticklish little girl, aren't you?"

And just as I hoped he would, Henry starts playing my pussy, circling my clit, and basically shooting my pleasure levels up into the stratosphere. I crank up the juice and giggle as if my life depends on it (and at the moment, it feels like it does!) I act like the feeling of his fingers in my pussy tickles so much and that I'm halfway to hysteria.

Dropping down to the bathroom floor, I fall back onto the tiles and spread my legs wide, still giggling harder than ever. As he circles my clit faster and harder, I feel the pressure building more and more, and it's just about to release.

"Oh, Jesus. Oh, Henry," I moan.

And with that, he pulls his hand away, so fast you would think my pussy scalded him.

Oh no!

What was I thinking, calling him Henry? How could I have been so careless? And just when I was on the verge of coming, no less. What a travesty.

Henry stands up and stomps out of the bathroom. After coming back to my senses, I get up and hurry after him.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry," I tell him, clasping my hands together in front of my chest in that universally penitent pose.

He says nothing; he simply folds his arms over his chest and glares back at me.

"Oh, Daddy," I say in the most pathetic voice I can conjure up. If only I could cry on demand... That would really come in handy.

He sighs loudly, shaking his head at me, and then he motions toward the bed.

"You know what to do."

With a nod, I trudge over to the bed and lie down on my stomach. I'm still so horny. Let me tell you, it is not fun to be on the very edge of orgasm only to be pulled right back. It's so tempting to part my legs a little and gently grind my pussy against the slippery bedspread, but obviously that's not an option. If I attempted to do so, that would really set Henry off!

And so I just lay there while he lifts the skirt of my dress up and smacks me hard on the ass.

I start whimpering--partly because that's what my "character" would do but also because it hurts like hell! At the same time, the rough contact is totally hot. The palm of Henry's hand comes down on my ass a second time, and in order to keep myself from slipping up again and moaning or something, I start fake crying.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I say. "I'm so, so sorry."

"I know you're sorry, Little Donna, but that doesn't change the fact that you need to be punished," he says, smacking me hard on the ass cheeks yet again.

Wait just a second... There's an idea. What if I could get him to do me as a part of Little Donna's punishment?