My humiliation grows because all I can focus on is the fact that four people are watching me. I don’t have to pretend like I have before. They’re all in the room this time. I think I hear whimpers coming from the women.
I go deeper into my head, absorbing the growing burn as Daddy keeps swatting me, harder as the seconds tick by. It hurts. I struggle and whine and eventually cry. But at the same time, it’s freeing. His control. My exposure. The humiliation. It’s chasing away my worries, centering me, giving me an odd sense of peace.
Eventually, he stops. Still holding me down, he rubs my sore butt. “Such a good girl, taking your punishment for Daddy. I bet June and Eloise will be on their best behavior for days after watching your bottom turn so red.”
His words are meant to remind me that I still have an audience. I squirm because, in spite of the circumstances, my pussy is wet. I couldn’t avoid becoming aroused. Each swat seemed to vibrate my clit.
Once again, I hope no one notices my soaked pussy. Just the idea that maybe they can see is mortifying. I know it’s not unusual for Little girls to get aroused when they are spanked, but that doesn’t mean I’m not embarrassed.
Eventually, Daddy stands me on my feet. “Keep your thighs parted so your panties don’t fall down, naughty girl.”
I shudder as he guides me toward the corner I stood in the last time he put me in timeout. My gait is awkward. How could it not be? I’m shuffling across the room with my feet spread, keeping my panties around my thighs.
When I reach the corner, I’m slightly relieved that the humiliation of moving is over. But, as expected, Mace lifts the hem of my dress. “Hands clasped behind you, Autumn.”
He tucks my dress under my fists, exposing my bottom again. This time, I’m even more humiliated because I have to keep my feet planted wide, my panties are bunched up below my butt cheeks, and it’s hard to keep my mind from wandering now he’s no longer spanking me.
Daddy kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “You have no idea how fucking stunning you are, Baby girl.”
His words are unexpected. My breath hitches.
He thinks I’m stunning…
I don’t know why I’m surprised. He has made it clear how he feels about me, but I guess I’m shocked that he broke our scene to use a normal voice to remind me that I make him horny.
Daddy clears his throat. “Stand still. No squirming. I’ll set a timer.”
He doesn’t mention how long I have to stay here, and I don’t ask. This is the most important part of my punishment, being left alone with my thoughts, so all I can do is wonder if everyone is staring at me. If they think I’m weird. Or maybe they find my humiliation mesmerizing. I know I would if it were me watching.
I close my eyes. Daddy speaks to the men from across the room, letting me know he’s no longer directly behind me. I’m alone in the corner. That thought increases my awareness.
My ass is on fire. It’s certainly bright red. I bet it looks more painful than it is because my skin is usually so fair. It feels like someone is stabbing my butt cheeks with tiny needles.
Taking deep breaths, I go into my head. I don’t have to pretend people are watching, but I do use my imagination to describe where they’re standing, the expressions on their faces, and how close they’re paying attention to me.
In my head, June and Eloise are fidgeting and embarrassed for me. Their cheeks are heated from being forced to witness my punishment.
I have no way of knowing how accurate my thoughts are, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve learned something about myself. I enjoy being watched. It’s not a shocking revelation, but it solidifies what I already suspected. I have an exhibitionist kink.
I’m also completely distracted from the pain of losing my father, worrying about Frank coming after me, or Daddy going after him. Those facts are in my conscious mind, but they’re dampened by my current situation. It’s a blessing.
I’m startled when Daddy suddenly grips the back of my neck. “Your punishment is over, Baby girl. You can lower your hands to your sides.”
My dress falls over my still-hot bottom as Daddy squats behind me to pull my panties up.
Wincing at the pain of having the elastic against my angry skin, I grit my teeth.
Daddy turns me to the side, wipes my face with a damp washcloth, and holds up a bottle of water to help me get a drink.
I take a few sips and turn my face away.
“Not optional, Autumn. Drink some more water,” he orders.
It’s growing more and more impossible to disobey this man. I find myself simply doing as I’m told because I like being praised. And he doesn’t disappoint.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head. “Go back to your playroom with Eloise and June until I’m done meeting with my team.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur and shuffle toward the hallway. I trust him to tell me everything I need to know as soon as the others leave. That was never in question. He will undoubtedly withhold some details, but that’s probably for the best. There are parts about his plans I’d rather not know if I’m honest with myself.
