Chapter 12
Simone
“Will you spank me now?” I ask in a voice that sounds very timid and Little. I’m not usually timid. It’s not me. But I’m nervous because I don’t want him to turn me down. I might die if he does.
“Yes, Little one. But I want to talk to you about it first.”
I slouch a bit on his lap. I’m kind of tired of talking.
He wraps his hand around my ponytail and pulls it back, forcing me to tip my head so I meet his gaze. He does this a lot. I like how it makes me feel. Every time my hair gets tight on my scalp like this, my pussy quivers.
I bite my lip as I look at him.
“Who’s the Daddy in this house, Simone?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Do you think you can stop trying to top me?”
“I’ll try, Daddy.”
“I want you to listen to me. There will be a quiz afterward.”
I can’t keep from giggling at that statement. “I just graduated, Daddy. You said you were done giving me pop quizzes after class.”
“Nope. That was a one-time deal. I will give pop quizzes to you often to make sure you’re paying attention.”
I push out my pouty lip.
As usual, it doesn’t affect him. He chuckles.
“With regard to spankings: sometimes, I will give you a swat like I did just now as a reminder to behave. Sometimes, I will pull your panties down and spank you hard when I think you’ve done something dangerous or reckless.
Sometimes, I will spank you because you ask me to.
Like now. Other times, I will spank you because I think you need a good hard impact-play session. ”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Those last two incidents will be meant to help you purge icky feelings. There will be times when you’ll know you need that kind of spanking.
Sometimes, I’ll make that decision. In either case, I won’t be swatting you for punishment.
I’ll be spanking your naughty bottom to help you let go of stress.
You might need a good cry afterward. On some occasions, you might need an orgasm. ”
I perk up at that thought.
“All that being said, it’s possible you might not like having your bottom swatted. For some Little girls, it does not have the desired effect. If that’s the case, we’ll come up with another form of punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” I squirm on his lap. The only time anyone has spanked me so far was Daddy a few minutes ago. It stunned me, but I think I liked it. Maybe I just enjoyed the shock value.
I’ve been curious for years, but I’ve never had the desire to ask a random Daddy at Surrender to spank me. Maybe I should have. I’m certainly bold enough to ask a stranger, but I never did.
I know why. I was eighteen when I moved here, and I joined Surrender soon after that.
I was so excited to find like-minded people I could hang with.
I love that there are so many Littles at the club and that they have a special designated space called the daycare.
It’s a place where I can let my guard down and be myself.
There are two reasons why I never played with a Daddy in the club.
One is that my Little is shier than my adult self.
She’s not as willing to approach people and instigate anything.
But the more important reason is that by the time I joined Surrender, I had already met Camden.
Not only was I in one of his classes and lusting after him, but I started seeing him at Surrender.
Attending his class three times a week was pure torture after I saw him at the club. He didn’t know I’d seen him because I immediately stepped out of sight and left for the evening so he wouldn’t notice me.
If I thought I’d been pining for my professor before I found out he was kinky, my imagination went rampant after that night. At the time, I couldn’t be certain he was a Daddy. He could have been any sort of Dom. But I didn’t care. I pretended he was not only a Daddy but my Daddy.
And here we are. Four years later. I’m sitting on his lap in his home, negotiating a spanking scene. I almost can’t believe it.
The truth is I’ve never wanted another man to spank me. I’ve always wanted it to be Camden. I’ve never wanted another man to take my virginity, either.
There were plenty of times when I reprimanded myself for putting my life on hold for four years for a man who never once gave me any indication he was interested in me or would pursue me after graduation.
Over the last six months, I had hope. Once Natasha moved in with Jameson, I began to think there was a possibility Camden would at least give me a shot, but that was mostly in my head. Wishful thinking.
I’m glad I waited. I’m glad he’s going to be the one to claim my pussy and my bottom—with his palm, of course. I’m not ready to entertain the idea of having my tight rear hole breached.
“Are you ready?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He sets me on my feet and stands, taking my hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Why?” I ask as I skip alongside him.
“Because you’ll be more comfortable on our bed, and you’ll need a nap afterward.”
“A nap?” I curl up my nose.
“Yes, Little one.”
I sigh as he guides me up the stairs and finally into our bedroom. When we reach the bed, he sits on the edge and grips my shoulders. “We’re entering new territory, Simone. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’ve been ready for four years.
“From this moment forward, I want you to let go of all the control you’ve been holding on to. Can you do that for me?”
“I think so.”
He slides his hands to my neck. It’s such a possessive move. It makes me shiver.
“Let yourself be Little. Let your Little side take over. We’ll experiment with what you need until we nail it down. And then we’ll let it change as often as necessary.”
He says all the right things. It’s almost too good to be true. I’m overwhelmed with emotion as I lean into him and wrap my arms around him.
When he angles me away, he reaches for the hem of my dress.
“Except when I give you a single swat to reprimand you, I will always spank your bare bottom. I want you naked this time. I want you to feel fully vulnerable. I want you to relax into the scene and let yourself purge all those icky feelings.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pulls my dress over my head and sets it at the foot of the bed.
My breath hitches when he stands to pull the covers back, stripping them most of the way down the mattress. I start trembling with anticipation. This is overwhelming. So many emotions are already flooding my system, and we haven’t even started.
I let him strip off the rest of my clothes, ending with my bra.
The truth is my Little is a bit self-conscious about my boobs.
They aren’t small, pert globes like Natasha has.
They’re kind of big and heavy by comparison.
Sometimes, I wish they were tiny so I could go without a bra when I’m in Little space.
I’ve rarely done so, even in the privacy of my apartment.
I instinctively cross my arms. Daddy has seen me naked every single day. He gives me baths. He holds me at night when I’m wearing nothing but a T-shirt. He often helps me dress and undress. But he’s about to spank me, and that’s sucking me deeper into Little space, which makes me wish I were tiny.
“Why are you covering yourself, Little one?”
I shrug.
“Lower your arms, Simone.”
I take a deep breath and drop my hands to my sides. I’m not being rational, but I can’t help it. Pretending I’m smaller than I am is instinctive.
“You have the most spectacular body I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, Simone. I’ve noticed you feel self-conscious at times. I suspect that’s your Little. Is it simply that your Little is shier than your adult side? Or do you have some body dysmorphia when it comes to your Little?”
Why does he have to be so astute? My breath hitches.
“Which is it, Little one?”
I lick my lips. “I kind of wish my boobs were smaller when I’m in Little space.”
He eases his hands up my body until he’s supporting my breasts. “Your body is exactly perfect. Littles come in all shapes and sizes. You know that.”
I shrug. “Rationally, I know, but lots of Littles go without a bra. They even do at Surrender. I think it helps them feel Littler. I’ve never been able to do that. My boobs are too big.”
“Simone, every inch of you is just right. How do you think larger Littles who can’t fit into some of the clothes others wear feel? Or really skinny Littles who don’t have much chest at all? Everyone has their insecurities. Own your body, Little one.”
I inhale deeply as I look down. “I’ll try.”
Daddy surprises me by bending over to kiss first one nipple and then the other. “Perfection.”
My body heats. He’s touched me intimately many times in the tub, but he doesn’t linger. He didn’t this time either, but kissing my nipples is very sexual. The contact was not for clinical purposes of washing or drying me.
My nipples are hard points now, and I wish he would do it again and maybe suck them this time. My cheeks feel hot.
He grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the floor, and deposits me on the bed. “On your knees, facing the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, unsure of his aim here.
“Good girl.” He grabs a few pillows and sets them in front of me. “Lower yourself over the pillows, Baby girl.”
I shudder as I get into the position he’s demanded. My bottom is in the air, which makes me feel incredibly submissive and vulnerable. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Daddy guides my hands to the small of my back and clasps my wrists with one hand.
“This is just to help you keep your fingers out of the way while I spank you. Eventually, you’ll learn to control the instinct to reach back and rub your naughty bottom or try to stop me from striking you.
But for now, I’ll hold your wrists so I don’t accidentally swat your hands. ”
I’ve seen Daddies hold their Littles’ hands when they spank them. I’m not surprised he’s doing so, but I’ve never experienced it personally, and I’m totally gobsmacked by how aroused I am. We haven’t even started yet.
Daddy grabs another pillow. “Spread your knees, Baby girl.”