Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Autumn
I’m somewhat relieved now that we’ve hashed out some of my fantasies. It’s hard for me to express my thoughts because they’re so weird and naughty to me. Who asks their boyfriend to spank them and then wants to play act like they don’t want it?
Me, apparently.
And Mace is undaunted. He says it’s normal. He could be making that up, but I appreciate him not acting like I’m a freak.
Him simply spanking me last time was nice, but as soon as he started today, I knew something was missing. And then I realized that I have the urge to fight him.
Thank God he agreed. If he hadn’t, I would be running to hide under the bed right now.
This time, Mace guides my hands to the small of my back and grips my combined wrists. He sets his other palm on my butt. “What did I tell you about rolling your eyes at Daddy?”
Fuck, yes. This is what I need. My pulse picks up. I rock my body back and forth, as if trying to escape him. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
“You said that last time and the time before that. It’s disrespectful. You need to be taught a lesson. Naughty girls who roll their eyes need to be disciplined.” He gives my ass a hard swat.
The breath leaves my lungs. I’m both tense and more relaxed at the same time. My mind is going to love this. My body is going to pretend otherwise. “Ow! Daddy, no! I’ll be good.”
Another thwack. “Next time, you’ll think twice before you behave in such a rude manner.” Another hard spank.
My butt is already heated. He’s not warming me up anymore. Granted, he already did before our chat, but I’m surprised he’s going right into my request. Pleased, too.
“Daddy, please don’t spank me!”
He spanks me again, three times. “You’ve had plenty of opportunities to change your behavior. It’s time you were taught a lesson.”
I writhe against him, tugging hard on my arms and rocking back and forth as if I could possibly stand a chance at getting away from him.
He tightly pins my arms to my back, keeping me from rolling too far and getting injured. He’s very strong. I’m safe.
Wailing, I continue to argue. I hope the walls of his apartment are insulated, or one of his coworkers is going to show up, thinking he’s actually assaulting me. Would they? Or would they know we were acting? The humiliation of being called out by one of them would probably give me a heart attack.
I shake the concern from my head. I’m enjoying myself. I don’t want to interrupt our fun by questioning the soundproofing.
“There will be no more eye rolling. Do I make myself clear, Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes! I’ll be good.” I kick my legs and dig my toes into the couch cushion, trying to get leverage.
He spanks me more. I’ve lost count. Every swat hurts, and it’s perfect.
“The next time you roll those eyes at me, I don’t care where we are, you will find yourself over my knees with your panties around your ankles.
If we’re at the park, everyone will see your naughty red bottom.
If we’re at one of your friends’ houses, same thing.
I will not hesitate to spank you in front of them. ”
A different type of tingle races through my body. Spank me in front of other people? He’s surely kidding. I mean, we don’t go to the park. I’m not actually a child. I’d be embarrassed to do that. Will I have real friends? Maybe June and Eloise. What if he spanked me in front of them? Would he?
Obviously not today. I’ll ask him about that later.
“Not in front of my friends,” I scream. “That would be humiliating.”
“I bet it would help you remember to respect your Daddy, though.”
June pops into my head. She’s the only person I know in Seattle. The only Little I’ve ever been aware of meeting. What if she were here right now? What if Blade were here, too?
I shiver at the thought. Could I do that? Let them see my naked bottom? Let them watch while Daddy punished me?
The thought is titillating. Suddenly, I’m adding fodder to my list of scenes that get me off when I’m touching myself.
My pussy clenches at the idea of being watched.
Not by strangers. At least not in front of vanilla people.
I don’t think I would like that. Mostly because they wouldn’t understand. But June might…
In my head, I’ve added Blade and June to this room. They’re sitting across from us. I got into trouble for rolling my eyes after Daddy told us not to run in the apartment. He warned me, but I couldn’t help myself.
I glance at June in my mind, she’s wincing on my behalf.
Daddy swats me harder. It hurts. The pain is increasing by the second. I like it. It’s freeing. I don’t think I could explain how I feel to another person, except maybe Daddy, but it’s like I’ve been buttoned up for twenty-two years. The perfect daughter. Well-behaved. Polite.
Now, I can let loose and be Little.
As the spanking continues, my bottom feels like it’s on fire. I wail again and try to squirm out of his grip. “Daddy! Owie!” And then the dam breaks, and I start to cry. The tears fall down my cheeks as I give up the fight and absorb the ache.
It’s exactly like he said. Freeing. I’m floating out of my body. My ass is burning when he stops spanking me. I’m sobbing now, unable to stop myself. This part isn’t fake. It’s very real. The whole scene is so intense that I can’t stop crying.
Daddy releases my wrists and gently rolls me over so he can cradle me in his arms. He strokes my face, brushing any loose hairs away. “That’s my good girl.” He lifts me higher and kisses my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”
I can’t tell if we’re still in our partial state of age play or the new, deeper one where everything is exaggerated. I think we’re done with that part of tonight. Now I’m getting the release I need from a good hard cry.
Mace never tells me to stop. He doesn’t get up or shift me to the side or set me on my feet. He rocks me in his arms until I’m totally cried out and limp from exhaustion.
When I blink up at him, meeting his gaze, he wipes my cheeks with his thumbs. He’s smiling. Pleased. That’s good.
Suddenly, he stands and carries me, cradled against him, across the room.
I’m confused for a moment as he tips me forward and lowers me to stand on my own. My legs are trembling. He points toward the corner. “Your timeout starts now.”
I’d forgotten about this part, and I tremble at the notion.
Daddy gives me a stern look and nods toward the spot where he wants me to go.
I shuffle in that direction, my emotions all over the place. When I get there, he squares my shoulders and leans me in closer. “Hands behind your back, naughty girl.”
I sniffle as I do as I’m told, and he shocks me when he lifts the hem of my dress and tucks it under my fists.
“Spread your feet wide and don’t move from this position until I say so. Use your time to think about what happens when naughty girls are disrespectful to their Daddies.”
I’m not sure when I last took a full breath. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m letting someone put me in timeout. On top of that, he’s forcing me to keep my butt exposed. Cool air is hitting my skin and causing goosebumps to rise.
Except he’s not forcing me to do anything. We’re exploring our mutual kink. He’s going to toss everything at me over time to see what I like and don’t like. I get it now. This isn’t about actual infractions. He doesn’t care if I cuss or roll my eyes. We’re establishing our dynamic.
Spanking makes me horny. It vibrates my pussy. When I added struggling, I thought I would self-combust. It was a combination of Mace restraining me, his verbal reprimand, and his palm. His dirty talk makes me all kinds of hot.
I already knew I got tingly when he bossed me around, but having him tell me how naughty I am and punishing me for it is a whole new level.
And this… What is this? I try to process my new emotions. I’m not even over the last ones.
“Keep that dress up, naughty girl,” he warns in that deep, demanding voice I love. “I want to see your red-hot bottom. I bet it stings.”
I sniffle. It does. It burns. I love it. Am I weird? My pussy is pulsing with a need very similar to what I experienced the first time he spanked me. The pain is deeper, but so is my arousal. He told me he wasn’t going to let me come, so that’s frustrating.
He’s right behind me now, squatting down. His breath is on my bottom. It’s making me hornier. “So pretty,” he whispers. He touches me with one finger, so lightly I’m not sure whether it’s real or not. But he trails it on my hot skin, drawing random patterns on my bottom.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you going to roll your eyes at me again?”
“No, Sir.”
I’m totally going to roll my eyes. Frequently, I suspect. And then he’s going to give me what I love, firm discipline.
It was impossible to know how I might feel about being spanked from reading alone. Just because it played out in my head as something I would enjoy, there were no guarantees.
The problem is that when I get spanked in my imagination, the Daddy always lets me come afterward. He might tease me and edge me for a while, but in the end, I get my release.
That’s not going to happen tonight. Mace has made himself clear. But I’m going to negotiate orgasms after future spankings. I’m not a fan of being left hanging like this.
How do I feel about the corner time? I’m not sure. It’s very Little. It’s forcing me to keep my head in the space I was in while he was punishing me. I’m turned on by the fact that he can see my bottom. It’s bordering on humiliation kink. I’ve read about that, too.
Lots of Littles like a bit of humiliation. I’m not interested in being told I’m worthless or stupid or useless. Not that kind of thing. But I think I like pretend humiliation, like how naughty I am for misbehaving over something that isn’t real.
My brain takes me in another direction. I put Blade and June in the room again. When I imagined they were watching me get spanked, I started panting. Now they’re watching me stand in the naughty corner with my bottom on display. Do I like their gazes on me? I think I do. It’s fueling my arousal.
I wonder if I would like it if people really were watching me get punished. I’m not sure. It could be that I simply enjoy thinking they’re watching. Lord knows there are a lot of kinky things I fantasize about that I would never want to engage in.
Apparently, I do enjoy pretending to be a disgruntled Little girl while I get spanked hard enough to make me cry.
I jump when a timer goes off.
Daddy lifts my hands away from my dress, so it falls into place. He guides them to my sides before sweeping me off my feet and cradling me in his arms. Without a word, he carries me to his big, cushy chair and sits, adjusting me on his lap.
I wince every time my bottom grazes the denim of his jeans before I’m finally settled and no longer being jostled.
Daddy pets my head, keeping me close. He kisses my temple several times. “I’m so proud of you, Autumn.” His voice is no longer firm Daddy. It’s just Mace. Granted, he’s always a bit Daddyish, but sometimes more than others.
“You did well. I’m so impressed you were able to tell me what you needed even in the middle of your punishment.”
His hands are everywhere, stroking me, soothing me, making me so warm. I could burrow into him and stay here forever. I whimper as I try to do just that, snuggle in deeper.
“I bet you have a lot of thoughts, and you can tell me about them another time. Okay?”
I nod against him.
“Good girl. So proud of you, Baby.” He reaches toward the end table, and a moment later, he’s holding a sippy cup in front of me. “Drink some water, sweetheart.”
I take it from him, suddenly very thirsty. I suck half of it down in seconds before slouching against Daddy. “So tired…”
“That’s good. Hopefully, the spanking wore you out so you can sleep well tonight.”
I’m marginally aware as Daddy scoots forward and carries me to the bedroom. When I’m in bed, he tucks me in, leaving the dress on me. It’s fine. The cotton is soft. As soon as I curl onto my side, I drift off.