She supposed she should be grateful she’d never been forced to witness anyone actually having sex in her visions. That might have driven her to jump off a bridge. But she had seen them playfully interacting in the evenings or early mornings. She’d seen Alphas dressing and undressing their mates. She’d watched them diapering and feeding them bottles. She’d also seen them doling out spankings and watched their mates stand in the corner.
The recollection made her face heat all over again, and she was grateful when Jayce lifted her off his lap and stood her on her feet, facing away from him.
“Hold on to my thighs while I get the rest of these buttons, Little one,” he ordered softly.
She was quick to obey him, but it felt so intimate standing this close to him, touching his legs. Granted, it wasn’t as though he were naked. He still had on dress pants. Nevertheless, she was unnerved for so many reasons.
Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, “Are you going to punish me, Daddy?”
His fingers stopped moving. After a hesitation, he turned her around and cupped her face. “For what, Little one?”
She shrugged. Why had she asked such a ridiculous question?
His brow was furrowed for long seconds before it smoothed out. He switched to smiling. “Ah. You witnessed other mates getting disciplined, didn’t you, Baby girl?”
She lowered her gaze, embarrassed. “Yes, Sir.”
Jayce set a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “I will likely spank you in the near future, Sienna, but I suspect you don’t understand what you saw or why other mates were being punished.”
She stared at him. Of all the things she’d envisioned, seeing her peers getting spanked had been the most distressing.
Jayce slid his hands around her and pulled her closer, hugging her against him. She loved being near him, and an odd part of her wished he would remove her dress and his shirt so she could touch him skin-to-skin.
“You’ve learned things about our way of life out of order, Baby girl. For that, I’m sorry. You must be extremely confused.”
She didn’t respond. He was right.
“Getting spanked is something most Little girls look forward to.”
She frowned.
He chuckled. “I’m serious. They do naughty things on purpose because they enjoy having their bottoms swatted regularly.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It will eventually. I promise. When you’re ready, I’ll take you over my knees and show you.”
She shivered. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise. I don’t even know how to misbehave. It wasn’t allowed. My parents raised me to obey you at all times.”
His smile seemed so incongruent with their conversation. “It’s impossible for you to grasp until you’ve experienced it, but a spanking can be very cathartic. It helps Little girls purge themselves of big feelings. I suspect in the near future, you’ll find yourself faced with responsibilities you never expected. As you hone your visions, you’ll be invaluable to the pack. You’ll be called upon to help protect and serve. It will be stressful and intense. When such an event is over, you’ll want an outlet for all that nervous energy, and the best way to center yourself will be from a firm spanking. Not a few swats on the bottom but hard slaps that make you cry. Afterward, Daddy will hold you, rock you, and take care of your every need so you can rest and recharge. You’ll be grateful for the bottles and diapers. You’ll behappy to let me take the reins. There will come a day when you’ll come to me and ask me to please spank you.”
She gasped. He was out of his mind. Wasn’t he?
Jayce pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck. With the top half of the buttons undone, he was able to push the tight lace aside and kiss her where her shoulder met her neck. It sent chills down her spine and caused her to whimper.
“Trust me, Baby girl. Trust your Daddy to know what you need.”
Most of his words made no sense, but she didn’t argue with him.
Gripping one of her shoulders, he lowered his other hand to her bottom and squeezed her cheek through the layers before patting her there.
Sienna’s breath hitched, and she pressed her thighs together. Something strange spread through her. She didn’t understand it. A longing. For him to spank her? Surely not. It was something more.
He nibbled on her earlobe. “You’re intrigued, Sienna. I can scent it on you.” He patted her butt again. “You’re scared, but a part of you wants to know what it will feel like to have this pretty bottom spanked.”
She gasped and shook her head.
“No reason to deny it, Little one. Daddy will always know what you need and what you can handle. You can’t hide your scent from me, Baby girl.” He gripped her cheek again.
