Her cheeks pinken as she rises onto her elbows. “Yes. You have to. I was naughty.” Her voice is suddenly Little. She certainly wasn’t in that headspace while my cock was inside her. Now she has retreated into a regressed place. It’s fitting for a Little who’s about to get spanked.
I reach for her hands and pull her up. “On your feet, naughty girl.”
She lets me help her stand next to the bed, and I leave her there while I put on a pair of jeans.
When I turn back, I find her looking around. “Where’s my dress?”
I take her hand. “You don’t need your dress right now, angel.”
“But you put your pants on,” she whines.
After leading her over to the armchair, I sit and angle her in front of me. Damn, she’s sexy. I’ve seen parts of her several times, plus the nighties she wears do nothing to hide her figure, but seeing her completely naked is a different stratosphere. She’s so fucking gorgeous.
I take her hips and guide her between my knees. I know she hates being gawked at. Men have ogled her crudely for most of her life. I never want her to think I only care about her looks or her body. Mostly because I don’t. It’s her personality and brain that turn me on.
She lifts her hands to my face and strokes my beard. “I don’t mind when you look at me, Daddy,” she murmurs.
I flinch. She noticed.
She smiles. “It’s not the same when you do it. You look at me like I’m important. Like I matter. Unlike other men, I want you to see me as attractive. It makes my heart race when your gaze roams my body. Do it again, please.”
I swallow hard, filled with emotion.
She steps back, causing me to release her hips.
I hold her gaze for a moment. She’s so brave, standing before me with her shoulders back and hands by her sides. She gives me a slow, warm smile.
I finally lower my gaze down her body. Every inch of her is perfection. Her breasts are high and perky. Her nipples are hard rose-colored disks. Her skin is flawless, not pale but not very dark either. Her hips flare out, giving her an hourglass figure.
My cock hardens all over again. It will do so every time I look at her for the rest of my life. I want her again already.
When I ease my gaze back up to meet hers, she’s giving me a coy smile. “Yeah, that look. It makes me feel special. And sexy.”
“You are special and sexy, Little one.” I cock my head to the side. “Are you trying to stall and get out of your spanking?”
She giggles. “No, Daddy. I just wanted you to know that I like it when you look at me. I think you worry about it triggering me. It doesn’t. Now you can spank me.” She steps closer.
I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her. “I’m going to start very softly and build up the intensity while I swat your bottom. I want to be sure you’re not triggered by that either. I’ll check in with you and watch your expression the entire time.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know what a safeword is, Eloise?”
She nods. “June told me. It’s a word I can use if I ever want you to stop doing something.”
“That’s right. It can be a word you choose, or the universally accepted word at a club is red. You should use it anytime things between us get too intense. Not just a spanking. You might be too overwhelmed from a timeout or any aspect of submission. You say red, and Daddy will stop whatever is happening and talk with you in your adult headspace about your feelings.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Age play isn’t meant to be something you dread. Never. It’s meant to please both of us. I dominate you because I crave your obedience. You submit to me because you crave structure and guidance. When it’s not working, you need to say red because our power exchange is meant to make us feel good, never bad.”
“What about you, Daddy? What if it’s not working for you?”
“Sometimes Daddies need to say red, too, Little one.” She’s so fucking sharp.
She nods.
I guide her to one side of me, scoot forward on the armchair, and pat my lap.
