Chapter 12 #2
When I do, he tucks the pillow between them. “This will keep your pussy exposed.
A powerful wave of need overwhelms me, causing me to lift my head off the mattress and moan. Suddenly, I wish he’d fuck me right now instead of spanking me. But I’m not the one in charge. I don’t think it’s in my best interest to voice my opinion on this or any other topic right now.
Daddy trails his fingers up and down the backs of my thighs and across my butt cheeks.
“Deep breaths, Little one. I know it feels good to submit to Daddy. It’s supposed to.
I know your pussy is dripping. That’s normal.
But you’ll learn to control it when I’m spanking you.
Sometimes, I’ll let you come or even fuck you clear into the next day after a maintenance spanking like this one.
But that’s not your decision. I want you to focus on your total surrender while I’m spanking you. ”
I shudder again. Sometimes, Daddy’s voice alone made me squirm in class. His tone. The delivery. He’s firm in class. I often glanced around to see if anyone else was affected by him, but I never saw any evidence. Most of the students were hardly paying attention.
I assume it was just me who was brought to my knees by Professor Arnalt’s lectures. I hope so. The thought of other people finding his delivery so enticing makes me feel a bit jealous. Which is absurd.
And now I have a new concern. I want this man to be mine. Hopefully, I can twist him around my pinky so tightly that, in the fall semester, he won’t even think of falling for the next incoming freshman with a crush on him.
Daddy grabs my ponytail and lifts my head. “You’ve clenched up on me, Simone. What’s going through your head?”
I draw in a breath. How does he know?
He leans in closer, his face inches from mine. “Think twice before telling me a fib, naughty girl.”
I lick my lips. I’m even more turned on now that he’s staring at me. The added discomfort from my hair pulling my scalp makes me whimper. “I was just thinking about how well-behaved I can be.” That’s not a lie.
He narrows his gaze. “Do you want to stand in the corner before I spank you?”
I swallow. “No, Sir.”
“Then try again. You have no poker face, Baby girl. I have four years of experience reading your expressions. I speak fluent Simone.”
That almost makes me laugh, except he’s being serious, and he’s forcing me to arch my chest forward. And I’m naked.
It’s unnerving that we’ve paused to chat while I’m in this vulnerable position. But I should have known Camden would do such a thing. The man likes to keep me on my toes.
I try to think of something to say. Anything that won’t make me sound like a desperate, clingy girlfriend, but nothing comes to mind.
“Simone…” His voice is filled with warning as he releases my hair, grabs my waist, and stands me on my feet next to the bed in one swift motion.
I gasp as my feet hit the floor. “Sir…”
He points toward the corner of the room. “Corner. Now.”
A ragged inhale accompanies tears that gather in my eyes. How have I messed this up? He was about to spank me, and now I’m heading for timeout instead.
“The amount of time you’re going to spend in the corner is increasing by the second, Simone,” he warns.
I find my feet and rush to the corner. I’m a hot mess of emotions. Part of me is nervous that I’ve angered him. The rest of me is titillated by every aspect of this.
The promise of being spanked.
The way he pulled my hair.
His tone of voice as he commanded me.
This looming timeout.
I want this. I want all of it . Is he mad at me? I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. This is new territory for me. I don’t yet know how he will react when I misbehave.
Daddy is right behind me. His hands come to my hips. “Take a step back, Simone,” he orders.
I do as I’m told.
His palm comes to the back of my head. “Forehead to the wall, Baby girl.”
I lean in. It’s awkward.
He slides his hands down my arms to my wrists. “Hands behind your back. Clasp them together.”
I can’t breathe. Holy fuckadoodle. This is obscene.
He steps between my feet and nudges them. “Legs wider. One more small step back.”
I’m panting as I obey his commands. His tone is sexier and bossier than ever. Sometimes, when I came into his office to ask stupid questions, he would reprimand me in a low, demanding voice, but nothing like this. That was his pretend Daddy voice. This is his real one.
“Don’t move.” His hands slide up my torso until he cups my breasts, which hang down in this odd position. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now, Simone,” he growls.
I whimper. Those words are unexpected.
He thumbs my nipples.
It’s very hard not to move.
“Good girl. When I put you in timeout, this is the position I want you to assume. I want your feet wide so your pussy is exposed. I want your hands back so you’re slightly off balance and have to focus to stay in place.
I want your stance away from the baseboards so that your tits hang without brushing against the walls. ”
I moan. Damn him.
He pinches my nipples before suddenly releasing me altogether and stepping away. “As my Little girl, I expect transparency at all times. I want to know what you’re thinking. I can’t fully dominate you in the way you need and deserve if you keep secrets from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In the future, if I catch you lying, even by omission, you will find yourself naked and standing in the corner in two point five seconds. You can stand there until you’re ready to tell me what I want to hear.”
I can’t catch my breath. He’s so intense. I’m struggling to remember what he needed me to say before this monstrous about-face.
“Take your time. I have all the time in the world.” His voice is fading. I think he must have moved toward the window, and when I hear a scraping sound, it occurs to me he has settled in the armchair.
I can feel his gaze on me. I’m totally naked. My ass is pushed out and on display. My boobs are hanging heavily in front of me. Arousal is leaking out of me and down my inner thighs. Can he see that? How humiliating.
For a long time, I can think of nothing except the position I’m in, what it means, and the fact that Daddy is watching me.
“Stay still, naughty girl.”
Am I moving? I must be swaying.
“Your calves will start to get sore if you take very long, Little one.”
Oh, crap. I’ve kind of forgotten that he’s waiting for me . Not the other way around. Don’t most Daddies put Littles in timeout for a specified length of time?
I force myself to focus and remember what I was thinking before he called me out. Shit. It comes to me. I might be able to occasionally bluff my way out of things, but not in a situation like this when he’s going to be eyeing me with extreme scrutiny.
Why do I care if he knows I was spreading jealous wings? Because I look pitiful. But fine. I’ll tell him. He might as well know my thoughts. It’s not as though I can control them. I’ll probably have this same concern again in a few days and again next week.
I wince when I release my arms to push off the wall. It takes me a second to get my balance before I turn around and face Daddy. He’s exactly where I thought he would be.
He smiles warmly. “Come, Little one. Talk to me.”
I shuffle closer, beyond aware of my nudity in contrast to his fully clothed self. It’s always like this. Me naked. Him clothed.
When I reach him, he meets my gaze. “Feet wide. Hands behind your back.”
I obey, shivering.
“Good girl. This position makes you feel vulnerable.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter. Very vulnerable. Darn him.
“Pull your shoulders back. I never want to catch you doing anything to try and shrink. Your tits are amazing, Simone. My cock gets hard from looking at them. Do not hide them from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, what do you want to tell me?”
I draw in a deep breath. “My mind wanders sometimes and convinces me I don’t deserve you or that you’ll get tired of me.”
He inhales slowly. “Go on.”
Ugh . “I was thinking about how you sort of dominated me in your office. It was subtle. It wasn’t like what you’re doing now. But I pretended you were my Daddy anyway.”
He gives me a small smile. “Caught that, did you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And…”
“I started thinking stupid thoughts about you going back to work in the fall and some new girl coming into your freshman English class and making googly eyes at you like I used to.”
“Ah. And you think I would go for the newer, younger version?”
“Maybe?” It sounds silly out loud.
He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “Simone, it’s okay for you to feel insecure. I get it. We’re just getting started. And it’s even okay if you feel insecure months from now. It won’t change how I feel about you.”
“Okay,” I say softly.
He leans back. “Do you know how many women I’ve dated since I met you?”
I shake my head. Do I want to know?
“None. I haven’t slept with anyone since we met, either.”
I gasp.
“Yep. Because I only had eyes for a certain Little girl I could not touch. I couldn’t get you out of my head.
You burrowed into my brain and stayed there.
So, I waited. And waited. And waited. And now you’re here.
You’re no longer my student. You’re my perfect Little girl.
We’re not playing a game here, Simone. I’m not going to look around the classroom this fall and find some other woman.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime deal. How many eighteen-year-olds have you met who are aware they’re Little? ”
I’m struggling to keep up with everything. He’s blowing my head off my shoulders. Goosebumps rise all over my body. But I’m not cold.
I focus on his question, the last thing he said. “None. That’s why I didn’t really have many friends until I met Natasha.”
“Do I seem like the kind of man who doesn’t know his mind?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do I seem like Daddy material to you?”
“Yes, Sir. Totally. Not a doubt. That’s why I was attracted to you in the first place.”
“I’m forty-two, Simone. I’ve waited a lifetime for you to step into my path.
It was excruciating waiting for you to graduate.
There will never be another Simone. I’ve never looked at a student in my entire career like I did you, and I will never do so again in the future.
I paced this house alone, waiting for you.
I worried every day that I was far too old and you would find someone your own age during my four-year wait.
I’m the luckiest man alive. Now, I just pray that I can live up to your expectations. Because you’re mine .”
My legs won’t hold me up any longer. I drop my hands to balance myself while I ease down to my knees in front of him. I can’t catch my breath. I’m overwhelmed. No one has ever said anything so sweet to me. In the history of humans, no man or woman has ever given a more compelling speech.
He leans forward and strokes my cheek. “Now, do you have any more questions or doubts before I spank your bottom hard enough to make you cry?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s get you back into position on the bed then.”