Page 100 of Twisted Royals

I would swear I saw something flash in her eyes and her lips part, but when she didn’t speak or raise her hand, I decided I’d been mistaken.

“From this point forward, you will not speak unless it is to answer a direct question. I know it’s gonna take all you’ve got to remain quiet, but if you are serious about wanting our scene to take place on the playroom floor and not in the privacy of my office, then I can’t have you asking a million questions while other guests play unless they are absolutely necessary. Is that clear?”

Her head bobbed up and down until she remembered that while she couldn’t ask questions, she was expected to answer them. “Yes, Sir, crystal clear, Sir.”

A grin tugged the corner of my mouth up but I said, “A single ‘Sir’ will suffice.”

After another nod, I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Remember, you’ve got your safeword. Don’t be afraid to use it even if you are just feeling overwhelmed. I want you to enjoy this experience, not be frightened by it. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and though her expression told me she wanted to say more, she settled for squeezing my hand tighter.

“Good girl. Okay, in the words of the birthday girl, ‘let’s get to it’.” We left my office to the sound of her trying and failing to muffle her giggles. But when we reached the floor, the giggles stopped and her eyes went as wide as saucers. I gave her time to look around and when she lifted her gaze to mine, I saw nothing but wonder in their depths. I could only pray that feeling never deserted her no matter how many times we played.

I led her over to the least demanding play area which contained nothing more than an oversized armchair and a matching ottoman. When I dropped into the chair, she frowned, her hand lifting halfway to her waist before it lowered again. Despite my earlier declaration, I had to know.

“Do you have a question?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said instantly.

“Go ahead, ask.”

“Is this where we’re going to play? I mean scene?”

“It is. Why, is there a problem?”

This time she hesitated to answer, but a shuffle of her bare feet told me there was. “Mia, I may be your Dom, but I can’t read your mind. When I ask you a question, it’s because I want to know your answer. Your complete, honest answer.” I emphasized the last part of that phrase.

“It’s just that this”—she gestured at the chair where I sat and the area around her—“is, well, boring.”

I was taken aback but wanted to hear more. “Do you have a less boring suggestion?”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me and think I’m a bad girl?”

“Babe, I’m not going to be mad at you. I might not agree with something, but I’m never going to be truly angry at you. And I swear on my life, there is not a single thing you could ever do or say that will make me think you’re a bad girl.” Realizing my tone had changed as I thought of the times she must have been called “bad” by her parents or some other ignorant soul, I gentled it and smiled. “Sassy, yes. Snarky, definitely. Obstinate, absolutely. Are you a little naughty, isn’t even a question, and you could win an award for ignoring everything ever written about the value of natural sugars from fruits versus those baked into sweets, but none of that makes you a bad girl.” Seeing her eyes well, I pulled her down onto my lap and crooked my finger, waiting until she hooked hers around it before kissing her forehead. “Pinkie swears are never broken or taken lightly, so know this as sworn truth, there has never been a single second since you’ve been on this earth that you’ve been a bad girl. You are completely incapable of being bad. And if I ever catch you even thinking of yourself in that way again, I promise you won’t sit comfortably for a week! Is that clear?”

She threw her arms around my neck and nodded.

“I’m gonna need a verbal answer.”

“Yes, Sir, and thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now god forbid my birthday gift to you be boring. Where exactly would you like you first spanking scene to take place?”

She blushed but turned and pointed across the way to where a leather-covered spanking bench stood front and center.

“Are you sure?”

“Never ever surer, Sir.”

“Okay, then, the bench it is.” I stood with her in my arms and didn’t let her go until I set her down on top of the bench. God, she was glorious. She was beaming so much I was pretty sure if the lights went out everyone would be able to see from the glow she was emitting. That thought had me adjusting my plans a bit which was rather rare for me, but this was my first time as well. Not with spanking or playing with a submissive, mind you, but definitely the first time I scened with one I loved.

“Leave your dress on, but remove your panties and lay on your stomach, arms out in front of you.”

When she didn’t do anything more than shift on the bench, I quirked my eyebrow. “Is there a problem with your hearing?”

“Um, no, Sir, but, um… there’s a problem with my panties.”

“What seems to be the issue?”

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