Chapter 9
Ricky
No matter what the virginity was about, losing it was probably going to be awkward and not something I wanted to talk about with my new friends.
So we’d just have to do this all over again on our next date and make sure we got it dirty book perfect that time.
“Hiding things from me will never get you what you want.” Master seemed to think that should be obvious, but since he didn’t understand that cheek kisses should get me what I wanted, I decided it was a him problem.
“I’ll do better next time.” Maybe he’d needed two cheek kisses and a bigger ass wiggle? “I’ll do more research.”
His sigh sounded kind of dramatic. “The lesson you’re supposed to be learning is to be honest with me, not to try to manipulate me better.”
I was never going to agree to something that crazy.
I was the sub, so it was my job to do my best to get my way.
Everyone knew that.
It was all over the internet.
“We’ll work on that.” I was hoping it was a vague enough response that he’d hear what he wanted to hear, but his huff said it might not have worked either.
My Master was definitely much smarter than everyone else’s.
“I’m going to watch over you very carefully, don’t worry.” Master didn’t seem to be worried either, but he also wasn’t easily distracted by a pretty bottom because he popped one cheek.
Oh.
That wasn’t enough to even make it slightly pink and I wasn’t going to be doing cute wiggles because of it later.
“Is watching me carefully going to involve a higher impact spanking?” I tried pushing it up and making it look tempting like Eli had said to do in a video blog instruction thing, but it didn’t seem to help. Master just spanked the other cheek even softer.
This hadn’t gone like I’d expected at all.
“Keep up those dramatic sighs and I might decide you’re too delicate to spank.” His dryly delivered threat sent a shiver through me.
I was going to need lessons on how to get my way because this method wasn’t working at all. My last couple of spanks were barely warming my ass and I knew it didn’t even look cute. It was terrible.
Master was so mean he made me snivel.
He wasn’t sorry at all when he covered my bottom up with my panties and put me back onto his lap. I only got half a hug as he wiped the tears I’d made special for him. “You really are a very pretty boy, but I’m not going to get distracted by how cute you are. Why did you get such a sad spanking?”
Because he was naughty or maybe because I hadn’t been naughty enough.
One of the two.
He raised one eyebrow and tapped my lips before I could say anything, though. “I want you to really think about that answer before you say anything out loud.”
Ugh.
I crashed into Master and made sure my sighs sounded very sad. He patted my back but didn’t say sorry or anything.
Fine.
If I had to think.
He was lucky his doll was very smart.
“I need to answer your questions so you know how to play with your doll.” That was just tragic. “Even if they make me squirm.”
“That’s right.” He finally gave me a hug that time but he still wasn’t sorry for my ugly bottom. “What can you do if I ask you a question and you don’t know the answer or it’s too hard to answer?”
Ugh.
He was going to make us have good communication or else I’d never get a really nice spanking.
“I can tell you I don’t know. You won’t be mad if I’m confused.” Okay, so maybe he wasn’t big naughty…he was just kind of naughty. “I could ask for help working out the problem because you like being in control.”
So he’d like helping me too.
“Those are very good options.” They were so good he kissed my head. “What else?”
“Safeword if I needed to.” I wasn’t sure what question would make me get to that point because I liked talking but it might happen. “I’ll remember my consequences next time.”
That was a terrible word.
“I’m glad.” Master made the chair go back and forth again as he finally gave me big snuggles. “Maybe on our next date you’ll be my good boy and I’ll be able to give you a spanking that will make your bottom ache and that’ll have you humping my lap.”
Aww.
“I wanted that this time, Master.” I was dressed up and everything.
“Then we’ll work on helping you to communicate with me so you can get a big spanking next time.” My sighs finally made him chuckle but he still didn’t sound sorry. “I think we can call that one losing your spanking virginity as long as you get to hump my lap and come.”
Oh.
That wouldn’t be bad.
“And you’ll tell me that I was a naughty slut?” We needed that too. “It’ll make me more wiggly.”
He laughed and shook his head, but I knew it meant he was going to give me what I wanted. “If you get too wiggly, you’ll fall off my lap. I might need to get you a spanking bench. A pretty one, of course. What does my sweet boy think about a pink spanking bench to match your panties?”
A pretty spanking bench?
“I think I like matching.” I’d never thought of that but it sounded like something Emerson and Eli would approve of. “Can I wiggle on a spanking bench? I liked being stuck on my changing table, but the best spankings include humping. Everyone knows that.”
At least everyone online did.
Master pressed his lips together and tried to look serious and thoughtful, but he knew I was right. I could see it in his eyes and the way his dick jerked under my bottom. That really was a good word I should’ve been using more.
“I think we can find one that will give us restrained hump abilities and restrained non-wiggle variations.” Picturing how that would work had me rocking on his lap and Master had to fight back more laughter.
He thought I was cute.
“Yes.” Cheek kiss time just in case. “Thank you, Master.”
Oh.
“Can dolls use spanking benches?” They seemed to do other things. “What else do dolls do?”
“They can do all kinds of things.” Master gave me a cheek kiss that time but his eyes were still sparkly, so I knew he was just being silly. “They can have tea parties and they can have playtime with their bear friends.”
Master’s words said sweet and innocent…but Master’s expression did not make me believe how innocent that sounded.
He looked so calm and relaxed, he made me squirm. “What…what does…”
Hmm…no.
“How do you get a doll ready for tea party time?” What else? I had to communicate if I wanted to know what the sneaky part was. “How do you play with a tea party doll?”
Would that get me a full answer?
Master was like…I’ll drive you to my house…oops…I didn’t tell you about your car seat.
He was sneaky but so were Emerson and Eli and lots of those guys.
“There are a lot of ways to have a tea party.” Master shrugged but his eyes gave away the game. “My doll would need a pretty dress, of course. Then I’d get my doll ready and sit you in one of the chairs.”
Oh.
The chairs.
I’d forgotten about those.
Master’s lips twitched.
“Can we do my tour now, Master?” Yes, it was time to check out the chairs in more detail. “I was good for my spanking. I won’t forget that part.”
I wasn’t sure why he laughed but my bottom and I decided not to question it too much. It seemed safest, so I gave him my wide eyes and kissed his cheek again. “I’m your good boy and your good doll. I was very still for my spanking too.”
Yep.
The subs at Leashes and Lace always said to make sure a Master or Dom remembered all the good things a sub did.
“You were very good talking to me about the problem too.” His gaze narrowed but he still looked like he was thinking sexy thoughts. “That’s the part I’m going to remember most.”
That wasn’t the best part but we’d work on it.
“But yes, let’s take a tour of the playroom.” Master kissed my cheek again and let me hop off his lap. “Do a twirl for me, pretty boy. Let me see how sexy you look.”
He liked how I looked.
I liked how my nightgown spun wide as I twirled and showed off my panties. “Ta-da.”
Master’s smile came back as he stood up and caught me in his arms. “Beautiful.”
“You think I look pretty?” That was such a good word. “You like pretty things.”
“I think you look very pretty.” Master’s hands were sweet and rubbed my back right up until they were naughty and cupped my bottom. “You were a very pretty doll too. I loved getting you ready and playing with you.”
This was amazing.
I couldn’t screw it up because he did everything and even had to figure out punishments when I drove him crazy.
“What are we going to play next time?” Oh, yes. That was a good way to figure out how he was going to play with me. “I’ve never been a doll before, so you have to explain it to me.”
I was a genius.
His lips twitched.
Yep.
He knew how smart I was too.
“Should we start by talking about tea parties?” He did pretty good acting innocent too, but I was the best because as he stepped back, I took his hand and started swinging it like Ian would. Everybody knew littles were cute so that had to be perfect too.
“That’s a great idea.” Praise. Kiss. I was so good at being a sub. “I’m very curious about what you like, Master, but I promise to communicate and use my safewords.”
I was so smart.
Safewords were very important to Master.
I just wasn’t going to need them over tea party seats and whatever the bears were getting up to because I was open-minded and knew my Master only loved cute things.
Some would just be kind of cute and sexy.
“That’s very good, pretty boy.” Master squeezed my hand and swung it with me. “So tea party first.”
We did a slow circle around the table so I could get a good look at the chair with the dildo. It was definitely some kind of a dildo and a very realistic-looking one at that, but there were also a plug and a wide flat-looking thing that I didn’t recognize…but I knew where it would go.
Right under my balls.
That was definitely going to do something like vibrate, but after seeing some of the stuff Eli posted about, I wasn’t sure I was ready to ask about that one yet. The plain seat was easier to ask about. “That’s yours?”
He nodded and tried to look like it was a good question, but I had a feeling he wanted to giggle or rub his hands together like a cartoon villain. My Master looked reasonable and serious, but he was very naughty.
Whew.
Eli said those were the best kinds for a beginner sub, so I was glad Emerson had found me the right type.
“And you don’t have to worry, the furniture has all been modified to support even my weight.” Master reached down and rocked the regular seat back and forth. “I could even tie you to the table on your hands and knees before fucking you hard and it would still be perfectly safe.”
That was good to know.
“I don’t like splinters, so thank you.” I showed him my finger where I could still see the spot where I’d been damaged. “I got one here last year and it was scary…and it hurt…and I might’ve gotten just a tiny bit dramatic over it.”
Master leaned down and kissed my finger. “I’ll remember that. Thank you for letting me know about splinter problems.”
He wasn’t going to tell me not to be ridiculous?
“Those are for Owners or Masters to fix, though, so you won’t have to handle anything that stressful on your own any longer.” Cupping my hand in his, he ran the pad of his thumb over my finger. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Even splinters?
Having an Owner just kept getting better and better.