That self-restraint was running thin now. Little tremors shook her body. She wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold out. She was like a tea kettle rattling just before the whistle sounded.
“I guess we have some time to kill before supper,” she said.
“Guess so.” John shrugged. “Oh well. Want to watch some TV?”
She studied him for a moment. He finally cracked, his lips turning up in aw wide grin. “Unless you have something else in mind?”
Trixie smiled, too.
Her mind raced as she searched for some witty, sexy comeback. Flirting didn’t exactly come easy to her.
“Well, I was thinking maybe we could have sex.”
She slapped a palm to her forehead and winced.
Seriously, Trixie? That’s the best you have?
“I’m sorry. I just… well… my brain gets scrambled up and I don’t know what to say so I just say whatever I’m thinking. Some people have filters. And I guess I have one. Like, for example, if a friend was wearing a dress that wasn’t very flattering on her, I’d never tell there that because I hate to hurt people’s feelings.
“But in other situations, like right now, when sexy banter would have set the mood a lot better, I couldn’t think of anything so I just said what I was thinking. I think something might be off with my social modulization. Do you know what that is? It’s the ability to?—”
“Trixie?”
“Yeah.”
“I know what it is. But right now…” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
She could feel her cheeks burning as another giggle escaped her lips. “I’m not good in these situations, John. I’m awkward.”
“Honey, you need to stop speaking poorly of yourself.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Or does Daddy need to give you another spanking?”
The tone of his voice made it sound as if he was talking more about a playful spanking, and Trixie didn’t hate the idea.
She hugged him back, rested her head on his shoulder, and said, “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.”
He kissed her neck in between his words. “Let’s… get…you… undressed. Just… follow… Daddy’s lead.”
Trixie moaned loudly as the thrill of the kisses produced a tremor that traced her spine. She could feel herself growing wetter with each one.
Still searching for the right words to say, she finally decided to simply relax and let the moment unfold.
Was there really a need to speak at all?
Daddy seemed in control here.
Thoroughlyin control. And she loved the way he was moving her body, taking charge and plying her as if he knew exactly how this was going to go.
“I need my little cutie undressed,” John said as he tugged on the bottom of her shirt.
She dutifully raised her arms and allowed him to pull it free of her head.
The diaper came off next.
Being completely exposed before John felt a lot different now than it had when she was naked for her spanking earlier.
The spanking that still had her bottom a little sore!
Thoughts of the discipline fled her mind when John began to speak again.
