Page 189 of Daddy, Take Me Away
He mumbled soothing words as he continued to palm my back. At the hotel, my sleepiness wore off the minute we stepped out of the car, and I was back to being on high alert. He seemed to feel my hesitation and took me by the hand and up to my room at the tippy-top of the hotel.
Artair placed the bag inside the fridge in my suite. He took off his coat and held my gaze while he rolled the cuffs of his sleeves a little higher, showing more of his tattoo. It was indeed a dragon, with a clawed foot on top of a standing sword. There were words on the hilt of the sword but not in a language I could read. He moved to sit on the couch and adjust the cushions before tapping his lap.
“It’s time for that spanking I promised you.”
Energy pinged through me like a ping-pong ball. My chest rose and fell in quick staccato beats, matching my breath. This is so wrong, my head screamed, but oh so right, my lady parts purred. Whatever. I’d agreed to this already, so swallowing my resistance, I moved until I came to a stop in front of him.
“Good lass. Now, I’ll give you the choice to tug your pants down yourself or have me do it.”
A choice… Did that have significant meaning? How did I know what I chose was right?
“Is this a test?” I needed way more context on how to do this. I’d fantasized about the moment so many times but in real time, whoa, I was treading in deep water.
“This is not a test, but if it makes you feel better, in offering you a choice, I get to examine your responses. It’s the lawyer in me.”
I was surprised he was being so clear in his motivations. Sometimes in my fantasies, I imagined myself being in a position of dubious consent, like in the mafia-styled romance books I loved to read… The right answer brought rewards, and the wrong answer brought punishment. But this was pretty straightforward, and my mind was making it more than it was. Except…
“Is this a scene?”
Artair looked genuinely puzzled. “A scene? Like an agreed-upon roleplay type of thing?”
I nodded.
“No. This is for real, Luna. I am a Daddy, about to spank a naughty girl. This is who I am, not just what I do.”
I wasn’t entirely sure of the difference, but was willing to see where this thing between us was going.
“You have five seconds to decide before your choice is taken away.”
“You. Please.” My face instantly colored with shame. God, how lame could I be? But he didn’t seem to mind. His eyes had darkened, intensifying the firm, ‘you’re in trouble’ look he’d given me earlier. What would he say when he saw I didn’t wear panties? Was that an issue? I was still questioning my wardrobe choices when I tumbled face down over his lap. An oomph escaped me as my nervous belly pressed into his muscular thighs. He placed one hand on the back of my hips for a moment.
“You think too much, little one.”
Didn’t I know it! I drove myself crazy sometimes.
“Yes… Do I say ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’?”
“What do you wish to say?”
More choices, but a good question. Daddy felt way more forbidden, and dirtier than Sir, which reminded me of the server earlier.
“Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now lift your hips for Daddy.”
I did and he tugged my pants down my thighs until they slipped past my ankles and pooled on the floor. He adjusted me forward so my ass was centered, then tapped my thighs apart.
Cool air immediately hit my hot, wet pussy and I couldn’t contain the groan.
“You’re excited for your first spanking, I see.”
My face colored again. Wait, how did he know it was my first?
As if reading my mind he said, “Remember, your face tells me your truth. I could tell it was your first when I said it at the airport.”
I relaxed at that. Of course he could. During dinner we’d discussed personal, but safe topics about each other, and I’d discovered he was in his late thirties. With his world experience, I was sure I must look like a complete amateur in every way, but especially now, as he’d probably spanked many bottoms and I had nothing to compare to what he was about to do to me to, aside from books, which everyone knew were reality-adjacent.
When he squeezed my ass cheek, I realized how big his hands were. I had an ample bottom, but in his hands it felt small. My inner thoughts ended when his hand lifted and slammed down.
