I want her to be able to share her thoughts. “Our relationship will only work if we’re honest with each other at all times. Age play is meant to make you feel loved and cherished. For a lot of Littles, that includes punishments like this one.”
“In books, the Little sometimes misbehaves on purpose because they want to get spanked.”
I smile. “Super common in real life, Baby girl. And keep in mind, the rules we establish that land you over my knees will mostly be silly. Like no running in the house or no touching the hot stove. You’re a grown woman. You can run or touch the stove without getting injured, but if those are hard rules I set, you will be punished when you break them. That’s how Littles end up getting what they crave from a punishment. They intentionally break pre-established rules. Does that make sense?”
She gives me a small smile. “Yes. So… If I were to break a rule, it would be like acting.”
“Sure.” I’m not sure where she’s going, but I suspect I’m going to like it.
“But people don’t like to be spanked. I mean actual children. They wail and squirm and throw a tantrum.”
I chuckle. Ah ha. I think my girl needs more role-play here. “Is that what you want to do, sweetheart? Fight me on this?”
“Is that weird?”
“Not at all. Remember, we make our own rules. If that’s something you enjoy, then we’ll incorporate it.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Not a bit.”
“It feels odd to simply lie here and let you spank me. It’s not…authentic, or something. I should argue and try to get away.”
“Let’s try it and see how you feel. But that means we need a safeword. Something you can use that will let me know you are no longer enjoying yourself. If no doesn’t mean no, something else has to stand for it.”
She scrunches up her cute face as she thinks. “Eggplant.”
I chuckle. “Eggplant?”
“Yes, it’s a weird word. It’s an ugly, stupid vegetable, not an egg. And it’s gross. Don’t feed me that. It’s slimy. And why is it purple? And who thought it resembled a man’s, uh, erection.”
I laugh. She’s adorable. I love that we can pause in the middle of our spanking to discuss her needs. I wonder if she has any idea how Little she is while she tells me how and why she hates eggplants. “Cock,” I supply.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that.”
Yep, she’s adorable. And I have a perfect segue. “What have I told you about rolling your eyes?”
Her breath hitches. “I didn’t mean to, Daddy.” Her voice is the Littlest I’ve heard it. And fake. She swings a hand back to cover her bottom. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”
I lean in closer to hold her gaze. “I need one more minute with adult Autumn. Are you with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. We’re going to try this. You may flail around, argue, whine, cry, scream, kick—anything you want. But if you’re done, you say eggplant, got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you okay with me overpowering you? I’m much stronger and larger. I can hold you down and force you to accept your spanking. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Then, let’s get started.”
Chapter Eighteen
Autumn
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