“It would make you happy?”
“It would.”
“O-okay,” she agreed, her heart pounding in her throat.
“Yeah?” he grinned, and even with her nerves, she found herself smiling too.
“Yes, Sir.”
Beau jumped to his feet, lifting her in the air and dancing them both around the room.
Laughter spilled from her chest as the room whipped around them.
“I’m so happy, pretty baby.”
“Me too, Sir.”
“I don’t think you should spank me,” Palmer said, nodding firmly.
Beau looked up from his own list of limits and studied her for a minute before laughing. “You are being sassy.”
Giggling, she ducked her head sheepishly before finishing the last few questions. She’d done one of the lists when she first arrived at the Ranch and nothing had really changed since then. Well, nothing had really changed in regards to her limits.
“I’m done,” she said, setting the pretty princess pen down on the paper. She stroked the face on her baby doll and Beau smiled at her sweetness.
“Me too,” Beau said, holding out his hand for her list. “Let me see yours.”
Hesitating, Palmer bit her lip and looked down at the paper.
“There are no wrong answers, pretty baby,” he reminded gently.
Ignoring her nerves, Palmer placed the paper in his palm.
Surprisingly, he gave her his list. Unsure what to do, Palmer scanned his answers.
“I said no to blood play too.” Palmer smiled a little, happy they had similar answers.
“We also both said no to wax play,” Beau answered.
Palmer sat a little taller in her chair. She wasn’t sure why having matching answers with Master Beau made her feel more confident. “Wax sounds messy… so did blood play.” She frowned. Being messy was yucky.
Beau looked over the rest of her answers, nodding approvingly. “Good,” he murmured.
“I did good?” Palmer asked.
Pushing back from the table, he held his hand out to her. She slid from her own chair and made her way to him. Once she took his hand, he pulled her to him and set her on his knee. “Did you answer these questions truthfully?”
Nodding so hard her whole body shook, Palmer answered, “Yes, Sir. I did.”
“Then you did excellent, pretty baby.”
Beaming at his praise, Palmer rested her head against his chest. Beau kissed her curls. “I noticed you said you’re okay with nudity, so would it be okay if I wanted to give you a bath or change your clothes?”
“Yes, Sir. I-I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before, but if we’re going to e-explore our dynamic, I don’t want to have to shift between mindsets or need to age up so I can undress myself. T-that would be hard. And since I’m already so nervous all of the time, I feel like if maybe we just jumped in, I wouldn’t have time to be anxious.” Suddenly very worried she’d said too much, Palmer buried her head under his chin, too nervous to look at him.
“Hey,” Beau whispered softly. He used his fingers to tip her face up to look at him. “You explained that very well.”
“I did?” Palmer didn’t feel like she’d done well at all.
