That’s not going to happen tonight. Mace has made himself clear. But I’m going to negotiate orgasms after future spankings. I’m not a fan of being left hanging like this.
How do I feel about the corner time? I’m not sure. It’s very Little. It’s forcing me to keep my head in the space I was in while he was punishing me. I’m turned on by the fact that he can see my bottom. It’s bordering on humiliation kink. I’ve read about that, too.
Lots of Littles like a bit of humiliation. I’m not interested in being told I’m worthless or stupid or useless. Not that kind of thing. But I think I like pretend humiliation, like how naughty I am for misbehaving over something that isn’t real.
My brain takes me in another direction. I put Blade and June in the room again. When I imagined they were watching me get spanked, I started panting. Now they’re watching me stand in the naughty corner with my bottom on display. Do I like their gazes on me? I think I do. It’s fueling my arousal.
I wonder if I would like it if people really were watching me get punished. I’m not sure. It could be that I simply enjoy thinking they’re watching. Lord knows there are a lot of kinky things I fantasize about that I would never want to engage in.
Apparently, I do enjoy pretending to be a disgruntled Little girl while I get spanked hard enough to make me cry.
I jump when a timer goes off.
Daddy lifts my hands away from my dress, so it falls into place. He guides them to my sides before sweeping me off my feet and cradling me in his arms. Without a word, he carries me to his big, cushy chair and sits, adjusting me on his lap.
I wince every time my bottom grazes the denim of his jeans before I’m finally settled and no longer being jostled.
Daddy pets my head, keeping me close. He kisses my temple several times. “I’m so proud of you, Autumn.” His voice is no longer firm Daddy. It’s just Mace. Granted, he’s always a bit Daddyish, but sometimes more than others.
“You did well. I’m so impressed you were able to tell me what you needed even in the middle of your punishment.”
His hands are everywhere, stroking me, soothing me, making me so warm. I could burrow into him and stay here forever. I whimper as I try to do just that, snuggle in deeper.
“I bet you have a lot of thoughts, and you can tell me about them another time. Okay?”
I nod against him.
“Good girl. So proud of you, Baby.” He reaches toward the end table, and a moment later, he’s holding a sippy cup in front of me. “Drink some water, sweetheart.”
I take it from him, suddenly very thirsty. I suck half of it down in seconds before slouching against Daddy. “So tired…”
“That’s good. Hopefully, the spanking wore you out so you can sleep well tonight.”
I’m marginally aware as Daddy scoots forward and carries me to the bedroom. When I’m in bed, he tucks me in, leaving the dress on me. It’s fine. The cotton is soft. As soon as I curl onto my side, I drift off.
Chapter Nineteen
Autumn
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I’m groggy when I wake up as if I had too much to drink last night, which is odd since I wouldn’t know what that feels like. I’ve only tried alcohol a few times and didn’t like it. I’ve never been drunk, but I bet the next day feels like this.
As soon as I begin to sit up, Mace enters the room. I’m not surprised now I know about the monitor on the nightstand. Glancing at it, I wince.
“What’s wrong, Baby girl?”
“Not sure how I feel about all the surveillance you have now that I know Frank has been spying on me.”
Daddy sits next to my hip. His brow is furrowed. “I can understand that. I hope you can differentiate between the two. I’ll show you exactly where every camera in this house is located. The others are part of the alarm system, much like your father had in his house. Only this monitor is separate. I promise I only use it to keep an eye on you when you sleep, so I’ll always know when you wake up. I like to be able to come to you.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t be watching you touch yourself because one of your rules will be no masturbating without permission.”
I gasp. My eyes widen as my jaw drops.
He chuckles. “You heard me, Autumn. I mean it. If you need to come, ask me.”
