Page 19 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Two more. Count them with me. Five.”

I took a big breath and blew it out. “Five.”

“Good girl. Last one. Six.”

“Six,” I said sniffling as the tears fell. He shifted me around his lap, taking an extra minute to remove my boots as well as the jeans. Pierce pulled me close to his chest, rocking me.

“Easy, sweetheart. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty head.”

“I really want a spanking but I got all worked up. I’ve seen lots of people test their partners, their Doms, their Daddies or whatever around the Ranch and get punished. It didn’t seem like a big deal. But my heart feels some kind of way. I’m sorry for being so sassy!”

“I’m not angry at you. I’m not upset that you sassed me. Listen to what I’m saying, Charlee.”

“I’m listening,” I confirmed.

“Good girl. I love our banter and your brat is part of you. But when I set an expectation that carries a consequence, it better be followed. I don’t speak just to hear myself talk.”

“I think I get it. So you’re not gonna punish me whenever I toss my brat in your direction?” Sniffling, I wiped my eyes. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried my cheeks. I wondered if he kept them on him just for a scenario like this because I didn’t know of anyone who was ready for tears.

“No, babygirl,” he said softly. “Not usually. We are brand new to being in any sort of dynamic together. I gave you a clear warning. You poked. I advised you of the consequence of continuing to do that. You did it again. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I pressed my lips to his before I could stop myself. Pierce cupped my face and kissed my forehead.

“As much as I want to smear your lip gloss all across my mouth, babygirl, I’m not sure where your head is at. If you’re between spaces, I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Could this man get any more attractive? Maybe but I doubted it. His careful consideration of my headspace made my pantiesdampen with arousal. Pierce shifted me slightly and I felt his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. I was turning him on and it made me feel like a seductive goddess. That thought firmly chased away my younger mindset.

“I’m not uncomfortable. I promise.” It seemed important to let him know. He checked in with me often, and it made it easier to voice what was on my mind. “Is sex on the table?”

“Hang on before you go down that path. Are you in a younger headspace?”

“No, not right now. I, um, believe that I have one. It’s sort of always been there just didn’t have an outlet, you know? But right now all I can think about is your hands in my hair, kissing me like I’m everything.”

“Fuck, Charlee.” He swallowed hard. “I want to worship your mouth, your neck, your breasts, every single inch of you. But I want to do that in the bedroom. First I want to see you try on your pretty outfits. Then we’ll get out of here. Deal?”

“Yes. Do you want me to call you Daddy all the time, no matter where my head is or would it be easier to change it to something else?”

“You can refer to me as Daddy anytime you want, but if it would help you differentiate, I’m open to other titles.” Pierce rubbed his chin.

I looked up at the ceiling while I thought about titles. Daddy was always a good choice, but since I was so turned on it seemed like I needed another choice. “What about Sir?”

Pierce kissed my jaw. “I’d love for you to call me Sir.”

“Oh, you’re sexy when you talk like that. For me calling you Sir is like another way to show you I’m wanting to be respectful. But maybe more dominant?”

“I like exploring with you, Charlee. Titles, kinks, whatever you want. You’re not going to scare me off.”

“Thanks for the reassurance. I’ll try on my new clothes.” Feeling empowered, I kissed his cheek and got off his lap. I tugged my sweater off leaving me clad in a silky turquoise bra and panty set. He licked his lips as he studied me.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you. You’re practically glowing.”

Glancing at myself in the mirror, for the first time in a long time I saw what Pierce saw. I had on cheeky panties that highlighted the slight pink on each of my bottom cheeks from the few swats of the paddle. My hair fell perfectly along my shoulders and my full breasts rose and fell as I breathed in and out.Beautiful. I was so beautiful and I felt it for once.

“A few taps and I’m rosy all over, hmmm?”

“That’s right. Think of what you’ll look like after I get through with you.”

Pierce’s growly tone shot straight to my core. Arousal like I’d never experienced filled me. I brought back the topic still weighing on my mind. “Does that mean we can have sex when we get to my apartment?”

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