“Exactly. In which case, maybe they like standing in a timeout or writing sentences. Maybe they like some humiliation.”
“Humiliation?” Finally, she’s stumped.
“Imagine if four Littles were in the same room with their Daddies and one of them pulled another’s hair. She might do that because she likes it when her Daddy reprimands her in front of her friends. Or…she might even like him to expose her. Perhaps a combination of the two. She enjoys having her Daddy pull her panties down, take her over his lap, and spank her naked bottom in front of other people.”
Eloise’s breath hitches, and her cheeks turn bright pink. Her eyes are wide, and her jaw drops.
I rub her back, letting her process. Fuck, this went deep fast.
Chapter Sixteen
Eloise
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My head is spinning. I think it’s going to fly off my body. And speaking of my body… Holy shit. I’m nearly hyperventilating from the idea of being spanked or reprimanded. And exposed… What’s wrong with me?
Something I didn’t even know existed is awakening in me, and it’s freaking me out. My stomach is filled with butterflies, and the place between my legs is pulsing. I have the urge to reach between my thighs and rub myself.
I’m no idiot. Even though I’ve never had sex, or even contemplated having sex, I’ve read about it. I used to watch the kids in high school in the halls. Kissing, groping, moaning.
It was sort of oddly clinical to me, and made me have questions. So I used the computer lab to look stuff up. I couldn’t watch porn or anything that graphic on a school computer, but my high school didn’t have very strict blocking procedures in place. I was surprised by how much I could pull up.
Cannon’s huge hand is rubbing my back while he waits patiently for me to process his words. Finally, he continues, “I’ve overwhelmed you.”
I shake my head.
“Yeah, that conversation went further than I anticipated. If you have any questions, ask me anything at any time. Also, Mace is setting you up with a phone, e-reader, and a computer. You’ll have them this afternoon. Then you can Google anything you want if you’re too embarrassed to ask me.”
I gape at him. He’s serious. I’ve never owned any of those items, and he speaks of them flippantly like there are ten extra computers, phones, and e-readers sitting in his office. Maybe there are.
I lick my lips. “So you want a relationship like that?”
He slides his hand up higher on my back. “I’m going to be honest with you, Eloise. An hour ago, I would have said I would throw away my Daddy card in a heartbeat if it meant pleasing you. I’m irrationally enamored with you. I thought if I brought up age play and you turned up your nose, I would give it up for you. But now…”
I stiffen, not sure what he’s alluding to. “Now?”
“I should have seen the writing on the wall when you pulled all the dolls into the corner to read to them. I told myself it didn’t necessarily mean anything. Just because you were reading to dolls didn’t mean you had a Little inside you. I was wrong.”
My breath hitches. “Now you think I do?”
He smiles. “Now I know you do.”
He’s probably right, but how does he know?
He sets his hand on one of my thighs and slides it from my knee toward my… When his fingers get dangerously close to my swollen folds, I gasp and clamp my legs tighter. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” He kisses me. “Why do you think Little girls break rules, angel?”
I’m panting.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His lips trail from my mouth to my ear where he whispers, “Little girls break rules because being spanked or reprimanded in other ways makes them so horny they can’t focus.” He bites down gently on my earlobe.
I flinch. My heart is racing at his suggestion. I’m not just pulsing between my legs now. Wetness is leaking out of me. I’m trembling, and a strange noise escapes my lips. I’m embarrassed.
Cannon holds my thighs tighter, his fingers so close to where I desperately want him to touch me. I’m so unfamiliar with this sensation. Why am I wet? I assume it’s normal. I’ll Google it when I get this computer. The list of things I want to look up is growing rapidly.
“Don’t panic, Eloise. What you’re feeling is normal, Little one.” His hand remains where it is.
