Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cannon
My heart is full. I’ve been counting my blessings every day for fourteen days.
I wake up every morning feeling like I’ve won the lottery.
And I go to bed every night…wishing my girl was in my bed and not down the hall.
I can’t lie about that. I hope she will agree to sleep in my bed from tonight onward.
I know she has issues with beds. She’s been sleeping on a mattress on the floor for four years, and being up higher makes her nervous.
Plus, she likes to be under the window. Being able to see the moon, stars, and streetlights makes her feel less confined.
I think those things connect her to the world.
For years, she felt less alone when she stared at the sky.
It was the same sky that everyone all over the globe could see.
It gave her an odd sense of connectivity.
I have a plan that I hope will make her feel safe in my bed, in my arms. If it doesn’t work, I’ll figure something out, but I don’t want her to spend any more nights down the hall.
I sleep with one eye and ear open every night, making sure I can leap up and get to her fast if she’s having a nightmare.
It’s something I’m trained to do. In the Army, every time I was deployed, I slept with an ear and eye open. I’m used to it. But if she were in my arms, we would both sleep better.
I bend over and kiss my girl. “Do you still want Daddy to spank you, Little one?”
Her cheeks pinken as she rises onto her elbows. “Yes. You have to. I was naughty.” Her voice is suddenly Little. She certainly wasn’t in that headspace while my cock was inside her. Now she has retreated into a regressed place. It’s fitting for a Little who’s about to get spanked.
I reach for her hands and pull her up. “On your feet, naughty girl.”
She lets me help her stand next to the bed, and I leave her there while I put on a pair of jeans.
When I turn back, I find her looking around. “Where’s my dress?”
I take her hand. “You don’t need your dress right now, angel.”
“But you put your pants on,” she whines.
After leading her over to the armchair, I sit and angle her in front of me. Damn, she’s sexy. I’ve seen parts of her several times, plus the nighties she wears do nothing to hide her figure, but seeing her completely naked is a different stratosphere. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
I take her hips and guide her between my knees. I know she hates being gawked at. Men have ogled her crudely for most of her life. I never want her to think I only care about her looks or her body. Mostly because I don’t. It’s her personality and brain that turn me on.
She lifts her hands to my face and strokes my beard. “I don’t mind when you look at me, Daddy,” she murmurs.
I flinch. She noticed.
She smiles. “It’s not the same when you do it. You look at me like I’m important. Like I matter. Unlike other men, I want you to see me as attractive. It makes my heart race when your gaze roams my body. Do it again, please.”
I swallow hard, filled with emotion.
She steps back, causing me to release her hips.
I hold her gaze for a moment. She’s so brave, standing before me with her shoulders back and hands by her sides. She gives me a slow, warm smile.
I finally lower my gaze down her body. Every inch of her is perfection. Her breasts are high and perky. Her nipples are hard rose-colored disks. Her skin is flawless, not pale but not very dark either. Her hips flare out, giving her an hourglass figure.
My cock hardens all over again. It will do so every time I look at her for the rest of my life. I want her again already.
When I ease my gaze back up to meet hers, she’s giving me a coy smile. “Yeah, that look. It makes me feel special. And sexy.”
“You are special and sexy, Little one.” I cock my head to the side. “Are you trying to stall and get out of your spanking?”
She giggles. “No, Daddy. I just wanted you to know that I like it when you look at me. I think you worry about it triggering me. It doesn’t. Now you can spank me.” She steps closer.
I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her. “I’m going to start very softly and build up the intensity while I swat your bottom. I want to be sure you’re not triggered by that either. I’ll check in with you and watch your expression the entire time.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know what a safeword is, Eloise?”
She nods. “June told me. It’s a word I can use if I ever want you to stop doing something.”
“That’s right. It can be a word you choose, or the universally accepted word at a club is red.
You should use it anytime things between us get too intense.
Not just a spanking. You might be too overwhelmed from a timeout or any aspect of submission.
You say red, and Daddy will stop whatever is happening and talk with you in your adult headspace about your feelings. ”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Age play isn’t meant to be something you dread.
Never. It’s meant to please both of us. I dominate you because I crave your obedience.
You submit to me because you crave structure and guidance.
When it’s not working, you need to say red because our power exchange is meant to make us feel good, never bad. ”
“What about you, Daddy? What if it’s not working for you?”
“Sometimes Daddies need to say red, too, Little one.” She’s so fucking sharp.
She nods.
I guide her to one side of me, scoot forward on the armchair, and pat my lap.
“Will you always spank me naked?” she asks.
“No. If you were dressed, I would simply pull down your panties. I will always spank your naked bottom. But since you’re naked already, I don’t feel like putting your clothes on yet. I’m enjoying your sexy body.” I wink at her.
She lets me arrange her over my thighs. I brush her hair to the other side before setting my palm on the small of her back. Her cheek is on my thigh, facing me. Her feet are still on the floor. She’s bent at the waist.
“Fold your arms and tuck them under your cheek, Little one. Spread your legs, angel. Plant your feet wider.”
She obeys me.
“Good girl. Keep your face toward me so I can see your eyes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rub her bottom before lifting my hand and swatting her so lightly I’m sure she barely felt it.
She jerks her head toward me and narrows her gaze. “Daddy… What was that?”
I chuckle. “Tsk tsk. What a sassy girl you are today.”
She settles down with a dramatic sigh. “That wasn’t even a slap.”
I make the next one count.
She winces.
“Was that good enough for my naughty girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says contritely.
“Do you know what it’s called when naughty Little girls try to tell their Daddies how to dominate them?”
She shakes her head.
“It’s called topping from the bottom. You should definitely let Daddy do the dominating, angel. Trust me to know what you need. If I do something you don’t like, we can discuss it, but in a situation like this, you need to have faith in your Daddy’s ability to decide what’s best.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“May I continue?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I swat her bottom again, harder than the first time but not nearly as hard as the second. I do the same to the other side next. She has her lips pursed, but her eyes are soft, so I spank her back and forth several more times, warming her up.
When I pause to rub her bottom, she relaxes into my touch.
“You okay, angel? Can I spank you harder?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I resume, watching her closely every few slaps. Her brows pinch together, but her lips are parted and her breathing is even. She’s considering the entire punishment through intellectual eyes. I’m not surprised. She’s adorable.
Instead of interrupting her deep concentration, I resume spanking her, a bit harder this time. Her bottom is turning pink, and it’s hot to the touch when I finally stop. I don’t want to turn this into a negative experience. There’s no need.
I rub Eloise’s bottom for a minute before lifting her and turning her to sit across my lap. I tuck a finger under her chin. “What did you think, Little one?”
“I thought it would hurt more.” Her brows are still furrowed as she cocks her head to one side, perplexed.
“It can, but I want to ease you into this aspect of the lifestyle, Little one. The last thing I want to do is traumatize you. Next time, I’ll swat you harder if you think you’re ready for that.”
She shrugs. “It wasn’t a big deal. Kind of soothing actually.”
I smile. “Lots of Littles find a spanking to be comforting. That’s not unusual. Some Littles prefer to ask their Daddies to spank them when they need to zone out. It can give you a release when you’re stressed.”
She slowly nods. “I can see why.”
“Good girl. Are you ready to go to the library now?”
Her face lights up, and she smiles.