Or so I thought.
Because I am just a Little girl. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. And even though this isn’t at all how I imagined it happening, those dark, depraved parts of my psyche are reveling in his demands. In his dominance.
With my eyes still locked on his, I slowly raise my arms so he can pull my pretty blue dress up over my head, baring me almost completely to his gaze.
I’ve been partially naked in front of him before. Not only when he helped me get dressed on the plane, but for my monthly checkups in his office. But that was different. Clinical. Sterile.
This, this moment between us, is anything but.
“Turn around.”
Biting back a whimper, I turn my back to him so he can unsnap my bra. It falls away, and my breasts hang heavy, swollen and aching, desperate for his touch.
Except I’m not supposed to want his touch. Not supposed to want anything from him. He is the last man I should want.
And yet, right now, he’s theonlyman I crave.
Cupping my elbow in his hand, he guides me over to an empty corner, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You are going to stand right here like the naughty Little girl you are and think about why you’re about to go over my knee for a very long, painful spanking and what you could have done to avoid that. I am very disappointed in your behavior tonight, Camilla.”
Disappointed. No single word in the English language has the power to strip me of every last ounce of defiance. Tears fill my eyes and my shoulders slump forward as the weight of that word settles in my chest. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I know. And by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be even sorrier yet. Do not move from this corner until I say otherwise.”
Sniffling back the tears burning in my eyes, I nod my understanding. Behind me, I hear him moving around, doing god knows what to prepare for the punishment I've earned while I stand there in the corner wearing nothing but a diaper, which somehow makes this whole thing even more embarrassing. I am a Very Little Girl, and I am being treated as such.
And now that the fog of fury has mostly faded, I can accept that I have actually earned every second of this humiliating punishment. Whether I agreed with his “no drinking” rule or not, itwasthe rule. Not only did I very openly and brazenly ignore that rule, I cussed him out to his face when he called me on it.
I’ll be lucky if I can sit comfortably for the rest of the conference.
An eternity later, he calls for me. “Come here, Camilla.”
Heart pounding, I force myself to turn away from the corner.
And nearly turn right back around.
Seated on the edge of the bed we’re meant to share tonight, with his tie missing and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, he looks… dangerous. Far more intimidating than he ever looked in his perfect suit and white coat back on the island.
Lifting a hand, he crooks a finger, beckoning me to him. And I’m suddenly, painfully aware of the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a diaper.
If I’ve ever felt this Little before in my life, I can’t remember when.
For a moment, all I can do is stare at him from across the room. When I don’t immediately move toward him, he raises that single eyebrow the way he’s done so many times before. “Camilla. If I have to come get you, I will start adding swats.”
I don’t know what he has planned for me, but I am very, very sure I don’t want to make it any worse than necessary. So I force my feet forward in small, shuffling steps until I’m standing right in front of him. Even though he’s seated and I’m standing, I’m not that much taller than him. That knowledge makes me feel even smaller, even more Little than before.
“Why are you being punished right now, Camilla?” he asks, his voice surprisingly soft, almost… tender.
My mouth is dry, too dry to form words, and I have to swallow a few times before I can speak. “Be-because I broke the rule about not drinking alcohol. Sir.”
“That’s one reason. What’s the other?”
Embarrassment at my behavior heats my face. “I cussed at you,” I whisper. “I’m really sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“Thank you for the apology, little one. I should have taken care of this the very first time you swore at me, but I had hoped it was only a momentary lapse and you would remember yourplace. But since you have continued to use such Big girl words, you leave me no choice but to punish you.”
“What if I promise to never ever use Big girl words again?”
“I’ve already given you more than enough chances to correct your behavior on your own, Camilla. You have more than earned the punishment you’re about to get.”
