Page 244 of Daddy's Naughty List

Louisa stepped into the dimly lit dungeon, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of firelight and candles. “Woah,” she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. “This is . . . a real dungeon, alright.”

Ben shut the heavy wooden door behind them with a resounding thud. “Yes, young lady,” he replied sternly, clearly enjoying himself. “Indeed, it is.”

Lulu took in the scene. There was a crackling fire in one corner, which gave the room a softly smoky aroma, deliciously warming and cozy but powerful. All around it was an array of BDSM equipment—padded benches, hanging restraints, floggers hung on the wall. Her pulse quickened. It’s not like she’d stood on that chair on purpose. She hadn’t done it in order to get herself a punishment in here, but she couldn’t deny that she felt mischievous around Ben.

Normally, in her day-to-day life around dominant people—like her boss, Mark, for instance—she felt submissive, but not in a good way. In a weak, powerless way. Around Ben, she was starting to feel like she could push back from time to time. Throw a little caution to the wind. Be a bit naughty now and then. She guessed it was because of the trust she was starting to feel.

Ben placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Before we begin, Lulu, I want to make sure you feel completely safe and comfortable. Consent is the most important thing." His blue eyes were warm and sincere. “I know you filled out a form before you arrived at the ranch, but I want to give you another chance now, to take away consent, if you want to. You don’t have to do a single thing that you don’t want to do.”

She nodded, biting her lip. "I trust you, Ben. I want this."

A small smile played on his lips. "Good. Let's establish a safeword. Do you have anything in mind?”

“What about . . . ‘carnival’?”

“Perfect. If at any point you need me to stop or slow down, just say 'carnival' and I'll stop immediately, no questions asked."

"Got it," Louisa repeated, appreciating his care and concern for her well-being. She had no idea if Ben planned on doing anything sexual with her, but she didn’t really want to ask. Maybe it was strange, but she kind of wanted it to be a surprise. This whole thing was so new, so exciting, that she wanted him to take the reins, while she enjoyed the ride.

Plus, she was clearly intensely attracted to him, so . . . if it happened, it happened. And god, she’d like if it happened. . . .

"Are you ready to get started?" he asked.

Louisa took a deep breath, anticipation coiling in her belly. She met Ben's steady gaze and nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready."

Ben's approving smile made her insides melt. He stepped closer, his large frame towering over her petite one. Louisa's breath caught as he tenderly ran a finger along her jawline.

"That's my good girl," he praised softly. "Now, let's begin."

Ben's gentle touch lingered on Louisa's skin, igniting a spark of desire within her. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her figure, drinking in every curve.

Ben stepped away and settled himself on the spanking bench, the dark leather a stark contrast to his faded jeans. He patted his thigh invitingly. "Come here, Lulu. Bend over Daddy's lap."

Lulu's breath hitched at the command. Hearing him call himself “Daddy” was a thrill, to be sure. She had to remind himself that it wasn’t real. They were just caught up in a bit of roleplaying. A little bit of holiday fun.

Anticipation coursed through her veins as she approached Ben, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. She draped herself across his muscular thighs, her bottom positioned perfectly for his attentions.

Ben's large hand caressed the curve of her rear, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of her tights. She was wearing a mint green miniskirt today, with white tights with snowflakes on them. If only it wasn’t winter and she hadn’t needed to put on tights today. Or panties. God, she wished that he was touching her bare flesh.

As if reading her mind, Ben said, “I’m not going to take off your panties, Lulu. But I’m going to spank you extra hard, to make sure you can feel it through your clothes.”

Even like this, his firm touch was enough to light a fire in her core. Lulu’s body trembled slightly, both from nerves and excitement. She trusted Ben completely, but the newness of the experience set her on edge.

"Relax, babygirl," Ben soothed, his deep voice washing over her like warm honey. "Daddy's got you. I'll take good care of you, I promise. Just stay still for me."

Lulu squirmed playfully across Ben's lap, her defiant nature rising to the surface. She craned her neck to look back at him, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. "What if I don't want to stay still, Daddy?" she teased, wiggling her bottom.

Ben chuckled, his hand resting firmly on her lower back. "Well," he leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. "I thought we discussed what happens to naughty girls who don't follow the rules."

Lulu couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down her spine at his words. Deep down, she craved the structure and discipline that Ben provided, but her bratty side couldn't resist pushing the boundaries. "Maybe I need a reminder," she goaded, biting her lower lip to hide her smirk.

Ben's hand slid down to cup her bottom, his fingers digging lightly into her soft flesh. "Oh, I'll give you a reminder, babygirl. One that will leave a lasting impression."

The way he was touching her was so fiercely possessive. This wasn’t just a simple spanking. He was attracted to her—she could tell.

Lulu’s heart raced with a mixture of trepidation and desire. She knew she was playing with fire, but the heat building between her thighs urged her on. "Promises, promises," she sing-songed, wiggling once more for emphasis.

Ben's hand came down in a sharp swat, the sting dulled by the barrier of her clothes.

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