“What, Baby? Will I what? You can ask me.”
Her cheeks turn red. She’s embarrassed to ask for what she needs.
“Autumn, I’ll do anything for you. Almost anything. Even Daddies have their limits. I’m not going to draw blood. Nor will I agree to verbally humiliate you beyond normal age-play behavior. It’s not my thing. But anything else.”
She draws in a deep breath. “Will you spank me harder this time? In my books, I like it when the heroine cries. I mean, I think I would like to experience it.”
I smile. “Sure, Baby. We can try that. It’s not unusual. Some Little girls like to be spanked until they cry. It can be even more cathartic than the pain.”
Her shoulders relax.
“And put sex out of your head. There may be a time in the future when I will let you come after a really hard spanking, but not today. It combines too many emotions. I want you to focus on the release you get from the pain without any expectations or hope for more. After I spank you, I want you to stand in the corner. It will give you time to regroup while still submitting deeply.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Her voice is small. She’s in her Little headspace.
I release her. “Take your panties off, Baby girl.”
She steps back and carefully reaches under her dress to grab the elastic and lower them down her legs without giving me a glimpse of her pussy. As I expected. It’s not that she’s incredibly modest. I suspect in the future she won’t worry about exposing herself. Nor do I think she has issues with any part of her body. She’s just shy because there are lines we have not crossed yet.
I scoot forward and pat my thigh. “Come to this side, Baby girl.”
She doesn’t hesitate, but she’s fidgeting.
I cup her chin. “You’ll lie over my lap, and I will hold your dress up while I spank your bare bottom.”
She gives a jerky nod.
“I’m going to pause and check in with you like I did last time. I need to make sure you want me to continue. If you enjoy the feeling, I’ll keep going. If you want me to stop, say the word. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I take her arm, helping her climb over my thighs. She tucks her arms under her chest when I scoot back so she can rest her cheek on the couch cushion. Her legs, too.
Her breath hitches when I pull her dress up.
“My girl gets embarrassed when I expose her naughty bottom.”
She whimpers. It’s normal. She’s in Little space, and her Little is shy about her Daddy lifting her dress. Hell, so far, her adult probably feels the same way.
With my free hand on the small of her back, I rub her bottom. Fuck, she’s pretty. The pale white skin that never sees the sun has a few freckles on it.
My first swat is light, warming her up. I maintain that gentle pressure for about a half a dozen before pausing. “You okay, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I spank her harder for another round, covering her entire bottom, noticing that she stiffens more this time.
Rubbing the heated skin, I lean over to be sure I can see her face. “Tell Daddy what you’re feeling.”
She surprises me by lifting onto her elbows and twisting her head to look at me. “Can we do it differently?”
I hold my hand still on her bottom. “Tell me what you need.”
She bites her lip as her cheeks turn dark pink.
I move my hand from the small of her back to her face, stroking her red skin with my thumb. “Autumn, there is no right or wrong with age play. Nothing we do has to fit into a mold. I don’t even care if we do things differently from other people. We’re learning about each other and developing our own kink relationship, whatever that looks like.”
She swallows, but still doesn’t speak.
