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She immediately squeezes her thighs together.

“Spread your legs, Amber,” I order.

She shakes her head. “I need…” she whimpers.

“Do you need me to put you back over my lap and spank you more?” I threaten.

She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

“Legs, baby, now.”

Her body trembles as she obeys me. “I need to come,” she whispers.

“I know, baby, but you will not.”

“Why would I get aroused like this from a spanking?”

“Lots of reasons. It’s normal. For one thing, the vibrations from every swat radiate to your pussy. But more importantly, it’s the submission. The act of turning yourself over to a Dom, especially a Daddy Dom, can be freeing and arousing.”

I stand and take her hand to guide her into the kitchen. I need to make lunch, and she needs to stand in timeout for a while. I want to be able to see her, so I lead her directly to theonly corner of the kitchen where the two walls come together without a counter or appliance.

She looks up at me. “You’re seriously going to put me in timeout?”

CHAPTER 18

Amber

Adrenaline is pumping furiously through my body. So many things are happening at once, bombarding me with sensations. My ass is on fire from the spanking. My pussy is dripping wet. I’ve never been this aroused in my life. My adult wants to tell Isaac to fuck himself. My Little wants to please him.

I don’t think he will take too kindly to being told to fuck off, so I shuffle toward the corner where he waits patiently. My heart races.

“Good girl. Lean your forehead where the walls join, spread your legs, and clasp your hands at the small of your back.”

I struggle to comply because it feels like he’s given me too many instructions.

“That’s a good girl.” He lifts the hem of the T-shirt. “I’m going to tuck this under your hands. You need to hold it up so your bottom remains exposed. If you can’t hold it, I’ll take the shirt off, and you can stand there naked.”

I shudder. The thought of exposing my ass to him is overwhelming, but the thought of standing here naked is much worse, so I press my wrists against the cotton to hold it up.

He smooths a hand down the back of my hair. “You should take the time to think about your punishment while you’re in timeout. Think about how it made you feel. Think about how your bottom stings and how badly you’d rather come than stand in the corner. The answers will help you decide how you want to behave in the future. I’ll make lunch while you think.”

He kisses the top of my head and walks away.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The most prominent thought in my head is how horny I am. I’m embarrassed because wetness is running down my inner thighs, and I suspect Isaac knows. He can see it.

It’s confusing. I think I understand why people might like the arousal they get from a spanking, but what good is it if they are denied release afterward?

I remember Isaac telling me that some Littles prefer to behave and ask for a spanking when they need it instead of misbehaving to get their fix. Apparently, if I were to ask Isaac to spank me, he would let me come afterward.

I couldn’t begin to understand what the hell he was talking about when he told me that because who would want to have sex after being spanked? But I get it now.Iwould. No man has ever managed to get me this aroused, and Isaac did so without touching my pussy.

I take deep breaths, trying to get my arousal under control. I’m still trembling, and my nipples are hard points against the T-shirt. I want to rub them, but I don’t dare, and besides, that will not help me control my need.

My ass is on fire, and I’m certain he didn’t spank me as hard or as long as he could have. When he stopped, I was right on the edge of tears. If he’d continued, I would have started crying. Iwas holding back the deep emotional outburst, but it might have felt better if I hadn’t.

Isaac said some Little girls like to be spanked until they cry. Am I one of them? I came close enough to understand that the sensation of my release would have been deeper. It would have left me drained and exhausted, but maybe that would have been a good thing. Maybe someday, I’ll ask him to try it so I’ll know. I don’t think I was ready for such an emotional experience today, so it’s probably best he didn’t push me that far.

My mind shifts to another thought—the humiliation of standing here like a naughty girl, exposing my bottom. If someone would have suggested I might be in this position two days ago, I would have laughed in their face.

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