I crashed into Master and made sure my sighs sounded very sad. He patted my back but didn’t say sorry or anything.
Fine.
If I had to think.
He was lucky his doll was very smart.
“I need to answer your questions so you know how to play with your doll.” That was just tragic. “Even if they make me squirm.”
“That’s right.” He finally gave me a hug that time but he still wasn’t sorry for my ugly bottom. “What can you do if I ask you a question and you don’t know the answer or it’s too hard to answer?”
Ugh.
He was going to make us have good communication or else I’d never get a really nice spanking.
“I can tell you I don’t know. You won’t be mad if I’m confused.” Okay, so maybe he wasn’t big naughty…he was just kind of naughty. “I could ask for help working out the problem because you like being in control.”
So he’d like helping me too.
“Those are very good options.” They were so good he kissed my head. “What else?”
“Safeword if I needed to.” I wasn’t sure what question would make me get to that point because I liked talking but it might happen. “I’ll remember my consequences next time.”
That was a terrible word.
“I’m glad.” Master made the chair go back and forth again as he finally gave me big snuggles. “Maybe on our next date you’ll be my good boy and I’ll be able to give you a spanking that will make your bottom ache and that’ll have you humping my lap.”
Aww.
“I wanted that this time, Master.” I was dressed up and everything.
“Then we’ll work on helping you to communicate with me so you can get a big spanking next time.” My sighs finally made him chuckle but he still didn’t sound sorry. “I think we can call that one losing your spanking virginity as long as you get to hump my lap and come.”
Oh.
That wouldn’t be bad.
“And you’ll tell me that I was a naughty slut?” We needed that too. “It’ll make me more wiggly.”
He laughed and shook his head, but I knew it meant he was going to give me what I wanted. “If you get too wiggly, you’ll fall off my lap. I might need to get you a spanking bench. A pretty one, of course. What does my sweet boy think about a pink spanking bench to match your panties?”
A pretty spanking bench?
“I think I like matching.” I’d never thought of that but it sounded like something Emerson and Eli would approve of. “Can I wiggle on a spanking bench? I liked being stuck on my changing table, but the best spankings include humping. Everyone knows that.”
At least everyone online did.
Master pressed his lips together and tried to look serious and thoughtful, but he knew I was right. I could see it in his eyes and the way his dick jerked under my bottom. That really was a good word I should’ve been using more.
“I think we can find one that will give us restrained hump abilities and restrained non-wiggle variations.” Picturing how that would work had me rocking on his lap and Master had to fight back more laughter.
He thought I was cute.
“Yes.” Cheek kiss time just in case. “Thank you, Master.”
Oh.
“Can dolls use spanking benches?” They seemed to do other things. “What else do dolls do?”
