Chapter 4 #2
“Good girl. Now, hard limits off the top of your head?”
“I don’t know.”
“All right, Little Red. That’s okay. As long as you know your traffic lights. Impact play… Spankings are good, yeah?”
Her head bobbed quickly and I cleared my throat.
“Green.”
“I don’t have anything here besides my hand, a belt, and probably some kitchen utensils like a wooden spoon or spatula. Do any of those scare you?”
She shook her head, catches herself and says, “No, they’re all good.” She paused and very shyly added, “I also have a wooden hairbrush in my purse.”
My mouth turned up on one side. “Oh, you’ve been thinking a lot about this, huh, Little Red?”
“Yes.”
“I gave her ass another dirty squeeze. “That’s yes, Daddy, yes, Santa, or yes, Sir, yeah?”
“Yes, Daddy,”
“Good girl.”
“Have you been spanked before?”
“No, Daddy.” I gave her five hard smacks to her bottom, and she squirmed on my lap.
“Then how do you know if you’re good with implements?”
“Er…”
“Have you tried them on yourself?”
Her head bobbed. “And thinking about being spanked with them makes me so wet.”
“Okay, honey, how about bondage? Being tied up or retrained? Does that rev your engine?”
Another head bob.
I spanked her again, harder this time and I didn’t stop until her bottom was rosy and she was gasping and trying to block my hand. “Use your words, Little Red.”
“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Choking?”
“Yellow."
“Degradation? Like calling you a dirty slut.”
“I don’t think so. Red.”
“Butt stuff?”
“Not sure. Yellow.”
“Hair pulling?” I gave the hair I was still hold a firm tug.
“Mm. Love it. Green.”
“Oral?”
“Yes. Green, green, green.”
“Okay,” I chuckled. “I think we have a good base. Can I trust you to communicate? You’ll use your traffic lights?”
“I promise, Santa Daddy.”
“Then let’s get this ass good and hot.” I tightened my grip on her hand. “No reaching back, got me? I don’t want to smack your hands.”
“Understood, Sir.”
“You’ve got such a beautiful ass, Little Red,” I said on a moan, and started swatting her ass slowly. The first ten swats made her lurch a little each time my hand landed but soon she relaxed into the spanking. “This is about to get harder, Little Red, you good?”
She bobbed her head, and I made a tsking sound. “Are you using your words?”
She made a little squeaking noise as a reply, and I clucked my tongue.
“My words aren’t sinking in, so I’m going to have to make an impression another way.”
My hand landed hard, and hers flew back so I caught it, pinning it at her side. I swatted repeatedly, until her legs were bent and her free hand gripped the throw pillow in the corner of the couch. “Am I making an impression?”
It took too long for her to speak, so I landed a swat to the back of her thighs.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Good. Now it’s time for these to come down now.” I plucked at the elastic of her panties. “Lift those hips up, Little Red.”
She shoved herself up onto her knees, hollowing her back and sticking her ass out.
I whistled and slid my palm down her heated skin, but instead of taking down her panties, I smoothed my palm back up her thighs and slid my fingers between her legs.
She mewled and I brushed my fingers across her panty-covered center.
Slipping my middle finger into the band of her panties, I touched her silky moistness before parting her and sliding through her slick pussy lips.
“Oh god,” she said on a whimper, her head dropping as she shoved back against me.
“Not so fast, Little Red. Your punishment isn’t over.”
Using the gusset of her panties, I tugged them slowly down revealing her bare bottom inch by inch.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said, dragging her panties down until they were settled at her knees.
“You’re gonna lie back down across my lap and I’m going to spank your ass, but I’m also going to work you here.
” I slid my hand back between her thighs, this time using two fingers to part her and find her clit.
I circled it gently a few times before adding a little more pressure.
Her increased respirations indicated the effect my fingers were having, but she stayed quiet as if afraid to react too much, too soon.
But as soon as I started gently pinching her swollen nub between my fingers as I rubbed, she gasped and cried out.
“You’re not allowed to come, got me, Little Red?”
“No coming,” she repeated on another gasp. “But… why?”
“It’s called edging, Little Red. I’m going to work you up and deny you until you can’t stand it and then when I finally let you come, it’ll be like the fireworks on New Years Eve night.”
“Oh god. I think any orgasm will feel that way.”
“Lie down now. Trust me.” Once she was back in position over my lap, I slid my hand out and spanked her ass hard a couple dozen times until she was lurching and squirming.
And then I was back between her thighs, sliding through her sopping wetness, playing with her.
When I stopped playing to spank her again, I added some swats to her thighs. She squealed, called out and kicked.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
“Still good, honey?” I asked, pausing to slip between her thighs again.
“Green, all fucking green,” she called out as she ground herself shamelessly against my hand. I slid a finger inside of her.
“God, god, god,” she panted.
“Mm, such a tight pussy you have. So hot and wet.” I added a finger, plunging inside her, her juices dripping onto my hand.
“I think—”
I knew what she was about to say. I could feel her body tightening.
She was coming close. “Don’t even think about it,” I warned and pulled my fingers from inside her, heading for her clit again.
This woman was so receptive, so eager to gobble up her pleasure, it made me rock-hard.
Her breath started coming in little gasps, so I stopped to spank her again. She whined at the loss.
“Naughty girl, enjoying your punishment.” I tsked. “I think you’d better get me that hairbrush. This naughty bottom obviously needs something more than my palm.”
When she didn’t immediately move, I landed a hard swat on her thigh, and she jumped up.
Her ass was glowing as she fetched her purse, a bright-red handprint on the back of her creamy thigh.
The flashing red-and-green lights from the Christmas tree someone had put up in the condo reflected off her skin and she looked like a decoration made just for me.
Tenderness welled in me as her big wide eyes landed on mine, and she handed me the brush. The trust in her gaze hit me so hard I felt it in my gut.
All I’d offered her was this one night. And that’s all she’d accepted.
We hadn’t shared names, although I already knew her nickname from the party.
We hadn’t shared our numbers, either. In fact, we’d made a point of saying we wouldn’t.
We’d both agreed that we didn’t want more, or even again.
This was just one night. A night to explore each other’s bodies and live out our fantasies.
But as I looked at the sweet shy woman awaiting my instructions, who seemed to have bloomed in front of my eyes tonight, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and a hope-filled smile, I felt a pull inside. A deep pull to know more about her. And to let her know me.
I wanted to be more to her than just one December night she’d never forget.
Goddammit if I didn’t want the rest of her Decembers.