“Never.”
“Have you ever been handcuffed or restrained? Was the other day your first adult spanking?”
“Yes. I mean, I’ve had my hands held above my head a few times and gotten some playful swats during sex, but nothing like what you’ve done.”
“Do you have any experience with power exchanges?”
“No, not really.”
Her inexperience somewhat surprises me since she fell into our dynamic so easily today and the day before yesterday when I spanked her for the first time. A hint of wariness niggles in my mind since I’ve never introduced anyone to BDSM or power dynamics. However, I can admit—even if it’s only to myself—that it’s a wave of pride and ego that goes along with knowing I’m her first.
I’m fucking certain I’ll be her only BDSM partner.
I wouldn’t be doing a fraction of what I am if this were something just between friends or if I wanted to fuck her and forget. This is absolutely more than that.
I help her to her feet as I consider what needs to happen before we go any further. I unbutton my shirt and strip it off before helping her slide into it.
“I don’t want you to get cold, and I find you far too distracting. When we aren’t being intimate, you can always push back against what I say or do. You are my equal in everything, all the time. But when we’re behind closed doors, I lead, and you follow. You follow my commands, but only because you want to. If I ask something of you that makes you uncomfortable or youcan’t do it, then you need a word you can use that makes me stop immediately. No questions asked, no trying to change your mind, nothing. It just immediately ends.
I observe her carefully as she considers what I’m saying.
“Sauerkraut. Does that work?”
I grin. “Yes,chiquita. As we get to know each other’s preferences and thresholds, we’ll move slowly. Is there anything you can think of that you definitely don’t want to try?”
She stares at me wide-eyed before she responds.
“I’m not really into the idea of taboo bodily fluids, but I don’t mind sex during my period.”
Her cheeks flush, and her gaze darts away.
“I feel the same way. I’ve spanked you pretty hard, but only with my hand. Are you curious about other implements?”
“Implements?” Her voice squeaks slightly on the last syllable.
“Whips, crops, floggers, spoons, belts, canes, birch.”
“I don’t know. Nothing that would leave any scars.”
I draw her against me, my left hand cupping her ass.
“Look at me, Liesel.”
I wait for our gazes to meet.
“I would never forgive myself if I did anything that resulted in permanently marring your skin. It would mean I was careless and disregarded your well-being. It would mean I harmed you. The things we share might hurt, but I will never harm you. I wouldn’t deserve your trust and your faith in me if I were so reckless.”
“I know, Daddy.”
Her response is barely more than a whisper. If we stood apart, I wouldn’t have heard her.
“Is there any part of you that’s more sensitive to pain than others?”
“Not anywhere unusual from most people, I suppose.”
“Okay. Is there anywhere you don’t want to experiment with pain?”
“I don’t know. I guess not.”
