Chapter 21 #2
“You said to stay in the playroom, but I don’t want to.” I stomp my foot for emphasis and to ensure he knows I’m acting.
What an odd but fun lifestyle. I sense that my days will now consist of a series of scenes where I waver in and out of Little space and put on performances to suit my mood.
I tip my chin back in mock defiance and cross my arms.
“Do you want me to spank you in front of your friends, naughty girl?”
I pout dramatically. “No. I want you to tell me what’s happening with Frank.”
Daddy grips my neck and leans his head down to whisper in my ear, “I think you’re more interested in experiencing a kink you didn’t know you had, Baby girl. A humiliation kink.”
I shudder as I shake my head. “That’s silly.”
“Is it?” He kisses my neck and whispers again, “I’m going to bare your bottom to everyone in this room in ten seconds. You’re going to struggle and argue with me, but the only way I will stop is if you say eggplant.”
I try to jerk out of his grasp. “No, Daddy. You’re not being fair. You can’t keep secrets from me,” I whine.
He wraps his fingers around my bicep and hauls me over to one of the kitchen chairs. After sitting, he pulls me between his legs. Hands on my hips, he says, “What happens to naughty girls who don’t obey their Daddies?”
I lower my gaze. “They get spanked.”
“And then what happens?”
I glance toward the corner without lifting my head. “They stand in timeout,” I mumble. My heart is racing at the prospect of being exposed to all these people I hardly know. I’ve had almost no interaction with the men and only short conversations with the women.
What I know is that everyone in this room understands my needs and won’t judge me.
“Would you like us to go and come back later?” Blade asks.
“Nope,” Daddy responds. “We’re not done with our discussion. Just give me a minute to take care of this naughty girl, then we’ll finish our meeting.”
I glance at June and Eloise as they join their Daddies, standing in front of them to watch me get punished.
I’m trembling. There’s no denying I’m nervous, but I need this. I can feel it inside me. I meet Mace’s gaze. “Please, Daddy.” An ordinary person would hear me and think I was asking him not to spank me, but Mace knows better. I’m asking him to continue.
He grips my neck, kisses my temple, and whispers, “Eggplant, Baby girl. Don’t forget.”
I give a quick nod as he guides me to one side and helps me over his thighs. He intentionally turns us so that my ass is facing our guests.
Holding my breath, I tuck my arms under me as he lifts my dress to the small of my back, exposing my yellow panties.
I whimper as he palms my bottom over the cotton. My face is already heated from this small amount of exposure. There’s no reason to be embarrassed by my panties. They cover more skin than most swimsuits. But this is meant to be humiliating, and it is.
“Naughty girls who disobey their Daddies end up with their bottoms in the air,” Mace says as he pats my butt.
He’s dragging this out, making me think too much.
Taking his time for reasons I’m not sure of.
Perhaps he’s intentionally increasing my anxiety, but it’s also possible he’s giving me ample opportunity to use my safeword.
“But Daddy doesn’t spank over panties, does he?” Mace asks rhetorically before tucking his fingers under the elastic around my waist and dragging the cotton down to my thighs.
I squeeze my eyes closed and hold my breath as my butt is exposed to everyone in the room. I can feel all eyes on me. I doubt the men are particularly affected. They aren’t interested in me. They have their own girlfriends, women I’m certain they adore.
But what are June and Eloise thinking? Are they embarrassed by my nudity? Is their own arousal heightened from watching me? In books, that’s often the case. But this isn’t a book. It’s my life. My new life as Mace’s Little girl.
Daddy palms my bottom again, squeezing my cheeks. “Part your knees, Autumn. If you squeeze them together, I’ll start over.”
Panting, I spread my legs a few inches apart. Can everyone see my pussy? I don’t think so. Not from this angle. But maybe. It’s adding to my humiliation.
I gasp when Daddy delivers the first swat. My butt stings. He wasn’t gentle. At the next slap of his palm, my toes curl. “Daddy! I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”
When I struggle, he flattens his free hand against my lower back to hold me steady. His volley of spanks continues, covering every inch of my ass and the backs of my thighs.
My humiliation grows because all I can focus on is the fact that four people are watching me. I don’t have to pretend like I have before. They’re all in the room this time. I think I hear whimpers coming from the women.
I go deeper into my head, absorbing the growing burn as Daddy keeps swatting me, harder as the seconds tick by.
It hurts. I struggle and whine and eventually cry.
But at the same time, it’s freeing. His control.
My exposure. The humiliation. It’s chasing away my worries, centering me, giving me an odd sense of peace.
Eventually, he stops. Still holding me down, he rubs my sore butt. “Such a good girl, taking your punishment for Daddy. I bet June and Eloise will be on their best behavior for days after watching your bottom turn so red.”
His words are meant to remind me that I still have an audience. I squirm because, in spite of the circumstances, my pussy is wet. I couldn’t avoid becoming aroused. Each swat seemed to vibrate my clit.
Once again, I hope no one notices my soaked pussy. Just the idea that maybe they can see is mortifying. I know it’s not unusual for Little girls to get aroused when they are spanked, but that doesn’t mean I’m not embarrassed.
Eventually, Daddy stands me on my feet. “Keep your thighs parted so your panties don’t fall down, naughty girl.”
I shudder as he guides me toward the corner I stood in the last time he put me in timeout. My gait is awkward. How could it not be? I’m shuffling across the room with my feet spread, keeping my panties around my thighs.
When I reach the corner, I’m slightly relieved that the humiliation of moving is over. But, as expected, Mace lifts the hem of my dress. “Hands clasped behind you, Autumn.”
He tucks my dress under my fists, exposing my bottom again. This time, I’m even more humiliated because I have to keep my feet planted wide, my panties are bunched up below my butt cheeks, and it’s hard to keep my mind from wandering now he’s no longer spanking me.
Daddy kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “You have no idea how fucking stunning you are, Baby girl.”
His words are unexpected. My breath hitches.
He thinks I’m stunning…
I don’t know why I’m surprised. He has made it clear how he feels about me, but I guess I’m shocked that he broke our scene to use a normal voice to remind me that I make him horny.
Daddy clears his throat. “Stand still. No squirming. I’ll set a timer.”
He doesn’t mention how long I have to stay here, and I don’t ask.
This is the most important part of my punishment, being left alone with my thoughts, so all I can do is wonder if everyone is staring at me.
If they think I’m weird. Or maybe they find my humiliation mesmerizing. I know I would if it were me watching.
I close my eyes. Daddy speaks to the men from across the room, letting me know he’s no longer directly behind me. I’m alone in the corner. That thought increases my awareness.
My ass is on fire. It’s certainly bright red. I bet it looks more painful than it is because my skin is usually so fair. It feels like someone is stabbing my butt cheeks with tiny needles.
Taking deep breaths, I go into my head. I don’t have to pretend people are watching, but I do use my imagination to describe where they’re standing, the expressions on their faces, and how close they’re paying attention to me.
In my head, June and Eloise are fidgeting and embarrassed for me. Their cheeks are heated from being forced to witness my punishment.
I have no way of knowing how accurate my thoughts are, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve learned something about myself. I enjoy being watched. It’s not a shocking revelation, but it solidifies what I already suspected. I have an exhibitionist kink.
I’m also completely distracted from the pain of losing my father, worrying about Frank coming after me, or Daddy going after him. Those facts are in my conscious mind, but they’re dampened by my current situation. It’s a blessing.
I’m startled when Daddy suddenly grips the back of my neck. “Your punishment is over, Baby girl. You can lower your hands to your sides.”
My dress falls over my still-hot bottom as Daddy squats behind me to pull my panties up.
Wincing at the pain of having the elastic against my angry skin, I grit my teeth.
Daddy turns me to the side, wipes my face with a damp washcloth, and holds up a bottle of water to help me get a drink.
I take a few sips and turn my face away.
“Not optional, Autumn. Drink some more water,” he orders.
It’s growing more and more impossible to disobey this man. I find myself simply doing as I’m told because I like being praised. And he doesn’t disappoint.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head. “Go back to your playroom with Eloise and June until I’m done meeting with my team.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur and shuffle toward the hallway.
I trust him to tell me everything I need to know as soon as the others leave.
That was never in question. He will undoubtedly withhold some details, but that’s probably for the best. There are parts about his plans I’d rather not know if I’m honest with myself.
Oddly, I feel cleansed as I enter the playroom.
“That was intense,” June whispers. “Are you okay?”
I smile at her. “That was amazing.”
Eloise giggles. “You go, girl. Take what you need from life.”
Sobering, I ask, “You didn’t mind watching?”
“Not at all,” they both say at once, making all three of us laugh.