The front of his jeans bulges, drawing my attention. It’s difficult to look away. I want to see his cock. I want to touch it. His. Not a random person’s. Mace’s.
I was eighteen when I met him. I had no experience with men. I hadn’t dated in high school because I was too quiet and shy. Mace was the first man to catch my attention, and he snagged it hard. Thoughts of him consumed me from the first time I saw him. No one else could compare, so I didn’t date in college, either.
I knew he was too old for me. He would never look at me the way I did him. It was foolish to dream about him, but I couldn’t stop myself. And then I found romance books. I learned how to masturbate. I think that made things even worse. I could close my eyes, picture him dominating me in a dozen different ways, and finger myself to orgasm. I learned what it meant to get that euphoric release while thinking of Mace. Always.
And now I’m here, in his home. I hate the reason I’m in Seattle, entertaining the idea of submitting to my fantasy man, but it has happened. And he’s going to spank me now.
Mace sets one hand on the top of my head, back just far enough so that he’s holding me down while not obstructing my view or my hearing. His other hand smooths from my lower back to my bare thighs.
“You’ve worked so hard to keep this shirt covering your bottom and your pussy today, Autumn.” His fingers dance between my legs.
Instinctively, I grip my thighs together, trying to squelch the whimper that wants to bubble out of me.
“When I spank you, it will always be on your bare bottom, Baby girl. I need to see your skin to be sure I’m not injuring you.”
A soft moan leaks out of me. I’ve never been so nervous in my life. I’m also really aroused. It happened fast. It was caused by a combination of his exposed chest, the way he’s touching me, his proximity, and the tone of his voice. He’s the whole package.
“Are you ready for me to lift your shirt, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. I’m in such an awkward position, with my butt in the air. It’s only raised a few inches, but it feels like my ass is about to be the focal point of my body. In many ways, it is.
He slowly eases my shirt up until the hem is at the small of my back.
The air leaves my lungs. This feels huge. He’s not just going to spank me, but he’s able to lean down and see my exposed pussy.
“So pretty,” he whispers reverently. His fingers trail around my bottom, causing goosebumps. After a minute, he pats my thigh again. “Spread your knees, Baby girl. I don’t want you squeezing your legs together while I’m swatting your naughty bottom.”
I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I wasn’t expecting this type of demand. Have I read any books where the Daddy or the Dominant makes the submissive spread her knees for a spanking?
Mace reaches across me. I’m not sure what he’s doing until he tucks a pillow between my knees.
A deep moan fills the room. I don’t even recognize myself. He hasn’t done anything yet, and I’m so horny I could come. It’s embarrassing. Wetness is leaking out of me. It’s going to drip onto the sheet.
Mace grips one of my thighs, his fingertips extending between my legs, so close to my pussy. “Take a deep breath, Baby girl.”
Am I not breathing? Apparently not, because it feels strange to drag in a gulp of oxygen.
“Good girl. What you’re feeling is normal, Autumn. I promise. There’s no right or wrong here. Everyone is different. But it’s common for Little girls to feel aroused when they’re being dominated. You’re in a vulnerable position, lying here, spread open for me with your bottom in the air.”
I whimper. He’s pinning my head down, probably intentionally. It’s making me feel restrained in a way I wasn’t expecting. It’s causing me to quiver from anticipation and need.
“I’m going to spank you now, Baby girl. You are not in trouble. This is just for the experience. It could be cathartic, but it’s also possible you might hate it. That’s okay, too. If it’s not enjoyable, I’ll stop.”
I have no idea how being spanked could be enjoyable, but in books, the heroine always seems to crave it, so it’s ingrained in me that I will like the sting.
The first slap resounds loud in the room, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like I was expecting. It feels like a love pat. The next several slaps are the same. He moves his hand around my butt, covering every inch of skin, but the sting I expected isn’t there.
I squirm and wiggle my ass, hoping to entice him to slap harder.
When he stops, I whine. I’ve never heard that sound coming from my lips, either. I do not whine.
Mace chuckles. “My naughty girl needs a firm hand, doesn’t she?”
I bite my lip, not able to respond. Maybe he can just tell.
“Autumn…” he says in a warning voice I’m learning goes with his Daddy side. “I need you to talk to me, sweetheart. I know you didn’t mind the light pats I’ve given you so far. You would have clenched your bottom and tried to squirm away from me. But that doesn’t mean you want more. Would you like me to spank your bottom harder, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. My face is hot again. I’ll never be able to hide the flush that races up my pale cheeks when I’m embarrassed.
