When she turns away, I’m guessing it’s because she doesn’t want me to see the shocked expression on her face, but I’m not surprised. I have already discussed this kind of thing with her.
She’s not going to be comfortable. I’m going to push her, and hard.
“Nipple clamps?” she asks.
“Do you have a mental checklist?”
Biting her lip, she thinks this over. “Yes.”
“What else is on that list?”
“Um. Well, you’ve mentioned spanking but more as a threat than a kink. Is that like…”
“Both. Could be used as a punishment or for pleasure.”
“Gotcha. And uh, what might that look like?”
I fold my arms over my chest and ignore the way my dick hardens. “Spanking you?”
She looks so flustered, it’s adorable.
“Well, um, yes. Like… would that be over your lap? Over the bed? With your hand, or…”
Her voice trails off, or more accurately, sounds as if she’s been choked.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” she squeaks.
“It could be any or all of those. If you disobeyed me, depending on the infraction, I’d turn you over my knee wherever we were. I might take the time to get an implement, I might spank you with my bare hand. It depends on the infraction, where we are, what I wanted to do.”
“Oh. I see.”
I give her a pointed look. “It would be smart to obey me, Savannah.”
“Right,” she whispers. “Unless I, uh, wanted a spanking.”
I nod. “Yes.”
I love how curious she is.
“Do you use… other toys?”
“Lots.”
“Oh. Well then. If I?—”
A timid knock on the door interrupts her.
I open the door and take our tray of food. When I come back, she’s gone.
“Savannah?”
God, this woman’s gonna keep me on my toes. Where the hell did she go?
“Oh my God. There are like seventeen different kinds of body lotion in this bathroom!”
This is getting a little out of control. She’s snooping in the cabinets. “Those are not all body lotion. Get your ass in here for breakfast.”
