Chapter 6 #2
He spins in slow circles, giving a running commentary. “Living room. Attached kitchen. Guest bath…” He moves toward the hallway. “Looks like we have two bedrooms.” He pushes open the first door. “Oh, my bad. This is definitely a playroom. The other must be the room you sleep in.”
A deep flush heats my face. I should probably be more embarrassed than I am, though. He’s seeing all my secrets. But he would have, anyway. I was never going to hide anything from him. What good would that do? It’s not as though the man has no idea I’m exploring my Little side. That’s how we met.
He strides right into the master bedroom and bends to lower me unceremoniously onto the bed.
I bounce when my butt hits the mattress. My dress is no longer covering my panties, but what do I care? He’s about to spank my bare butt, and I certainly don’t mind him seeing more of me.
My breath hitches as he leans over me, planting his hands on either side of my hips. “I’m going to spank you now, naughty girl.” He shoves back and grabs two pillows, stacking them near the edge of the mattress. “Turn this direction and lie over the pillows.”
I stare at him in confusion.
“I want them under your hips, Lillian, so your bottom is in the air.”
My face heats further, but I will be brave. I asked for this. I can’t argue with his methods. I was picturing him taking me over his knees. It seems like that would be more intimate, but perhaps that’s why he isn’t going to do it that way.
I crawl on my knees and lean over the two pillows so that my hip is against his thigh. My instinct is to reach back and adjust my dress, but that seems unnecessary. And my point is proven a moment later when Bryson lifts my skirt to the small of my back.
Nerves and anticipation cause me to breathe heavily as I turn my face in his direction.
Bryson sets one hand on the small of my back and the other on my butt. “I’m sure you’ve heard of a safeword, right, Lillian?”
“Yes, Sir.” It seems appropriate and natural to call him Sir under the circumstances. “Red, yellow, and green.”
“Good girl. Use them. If I can’t trust you to use a safeword, I won’t scene with you, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He strokes my hair back from my cheek. “I mean it, Lillian. I’m serious about your safeword.”
“Okay. I promise I’ll use them if I need to.”
“I’m going to pull your panties down now, okay?”
I nod.
“Words, sweet girl. Is it okay if I bare your bottom?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. It’s more than okay, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous.
I hold my breath as he lowers the elastic down to midthigh, and I bite into my bottom lip when his palm comes to my butt. “Tuck your hands under your cheek, Lillian.”
I fold my arms under me.
Bryson molds his hand to my butt cheeks and squeezes them back and forth. “I’ll start gently so you can get the feel for it.”
Even though he has prepared me, I still flinch when he swats my butt.
Ouch. He does it again, this time on the other side.
I grit my teeth, trying to prepare myself for the next few slaps of his palm against my butt.
Even though I hold my breath, I can’t keep from reacting. Is this supposed to be fun?
“Lillian… What color are you?”
“Uhh…” I feel ridiculous. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I also won’t lie. “Yellow, Sir,” I finally admit.
“Good girl. I can see that you’re uncertain by the look on your face.” He rubs my bottom. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Just that it, uh, hurts.”
“And you don’t like that sensation.”
“I don’t think so, but will you do it a few more times?” I know he’s not injuring me. I’m trying to understand the appeal.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to experience this. Give me a few more.”
“Okay. Tell me when you’re ready.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. “I’m ready.”
Bryson swats both my cheeks again, once on each side.
Fuck. Why do people enjoy this? I clench my butt.
“I’m going to give you one more spank on each side, and then we’ll talk.”
My jaw is stiff as I brace myself for another swat. Two of them.
Bryson strikes me a bit harder for the last two, and it’s a good thing he does it in quick succession because otherwise, I might have stopped him in between.
“Ouch.” I shove myself up onto my knees.
Bryson cups my chin, angling my face toward him. He lifts a brow as he meets my gaze.
“Red,” I whisper. What’s wrong with me? I watched lots of people getting spanked when I was at Surrender, the one and only night I went to the club.
That included my own sister, who apparently has a fetish where she likes to be spanked hard, and instead of succumbing to the pain with tears, she gets aroused and needs to orgasm.
I’m not grasping that at all. I might have been aroused before, but now all I know is that my butt cheeks are on fire, throbbing. And I’m aware of the fact that Bryson barely tapped me.
Embarrassed and confused, I cover my face with my hands.
Bryson eases my panties up over my hips, sits on the bed, and lifts me onto his lap. He settles me sideways and pulls me in close, tucking my head against his shoulder.
For long seconds, he strokes the back of my head and rocks me gently. Eventually, he leans me back and cups my face. “Look at me, sweet girl.”
I draw in a deep breath and meet his gaze. My lips tremble as I lower my hands to my lap and wring my fingers together. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, now. What are you sorry for?”
I shrug. It’s hard to look at him. I’m broken. Tears well in my eyes and fall down my cheeks. I can’t stop them.
“Lillian, sweet girl… Why the tears?”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you. You don’t like being spanked.”
“All Littles like getting spanked. I expected fireworks and euphoria.”
He gives me a kind smile. “Not all Littles like to be spanked, Lils. I promise. Many of them don’t. Now you know.”
“But… Does that mean I’m not even Little?”
“Of course not. There is no correlation. Some Littles don’t like pain.”
“What happens when they misbehave?”
“There are lots of other options. Timeouts. Sentences. Being denied something they enjoy. The list is long.”
I sniffle. “It hurt.”
Bryson hugs me closer. “Then spanking isn’t your thing.”
I swallow hard and look him in the eyes. “It’s your thing,” I mumble. What does this mean for us if I don’t even like a soft swat to the butt? Bryson’s a sadist. I’ll never be what he needs.