Page 66 of Melt For Us, Daddy
“It does?”
Poor, sweet, confused boy. “It does. But we can talk about that later. For now, you are going over my knee for the spanking I promised you. Not because you’ve done anything wrong, or because you deserve to be punished. But simply so you can know and understand the difference between the abuse you witnessed and what Ivy and I do together. Do you understand me, Jacob?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy. Get over my lap.”
Ivy
* * *
Between the time they’d lived together as ‘just friends’ and the time she’d been Cordelia’s submissive and lover, Ivy had witnessed her woman giving plenty of spankings.
And never, not once, had she felt such a strong pull toward a scene.
From her spot in the armchair, Ivy watched as Jacob awkwardly lowered his tall, lean frame across Cordelia’s lap. The couch gave him some space to stretch out, but not nearly enough. Cordelia helped, issuing orders in that low, commanding voice she often used during a scene and Ivy shifted in her chair as a hot pulse of need rushed through her.
Glancing up, Cordelia met her gaze again, a small smile on her lips. A smile that said she knew exactly why Ivy was squirming in her chair.
Heat rushed to Ivy’s cheeks. What would Cordelia think of her reaction? While she didn’t mind Cordelia sceneing with others, it never gave her quite the same thrill it gave Cordelia to watch her.
But this was different. Intimate in a way none of those other scenes had been somehow. And Jacob was so very different, with all that sweet innocence and bubbling curiosity he tried so hard to fight. It made her want to…
Well, she wasn’t sure what, exactly. But she wanted to be involved, wanted to be part of Jacob’s first foray into their world.
“Ivy.”
She didn’t even realize her gaze had drifted to Jacob’s pale buttocks, flexing and clenching over Cordelia’s lap until she heard her name. Jerking her head up, Ivy locked eyes with her Daddy, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Yes, Ma’am?”
“Come here and kneel beside the couch. It’s Jacob’s first time and I think he could use a friendly face while he’s getting his bottom spanked nice and red.”
Rising from her chair, Ivy hurried across the room and dropped to her knees beside the couch. Those sweet, gray eyes locked on hers, and in them she saw that hint of fear she always felt before a scene, but more than the fear she saw the excitement. The anticipation of things to come.
And it confirmed everything she’d told Cordelia. Jacob wanted this, maybe even needed it, in the same way Ivy did.
She ran a hand over his hair, smiling down at him as she did so. “You’re being such a good boy for Cordelia. Are you ready, honey?”
“I–I think so.”
Looking up, she once again locked eyes with her woman, and saw her own burning need reflected back at her before Cordelia shifted her attention to the boy across her lap.
“I’m going to spank you now, Jacob. Just with my hand at first, and when you’re nice and warm and pink we’ll switch to the hairbrush. But if at any point it’s too much, either physically or emotionally, and you need me to stop, just yell ‘Red’ and I'll stop. Do you understand?”
“Would Ivy stop?”
“I would, and I have,” Ivy assured him, running her hands over his hair again. “There’s no shame in using your safeword, honey.”
When he looked at her, the trust shining in those pale eyes nearly shattered her. “Okay. I understand.”
“Good boy.” With that, Cordelia raised her hand and brought it down against his backside with a sharp snap. Ivy watched, fascinated as a pale pink handprint bloomed on his skin. Cordelia paused, rubbing her hand over the spot she’d just spanked. “How was that, Jacob?”
“Fine, Ma’am. It stings a little, but it doesn’t really hurt.”
“Good.”
Unlike the spanking Ivy knew she had coming later, Cordelia kept the swats light, almost playful for the first little while before stopping to rub his pinkened skin and check in again. When he assured her he was still fine, she tightened her hold around his waist and delivered a much harder swat right to the lower swell of his buttocks.
Over her lap, Jacob jumped slightly, and when Ivy looked down, she saw the realization in his eyes. The fear was long gone, replaced by a wonder she’d often felt herself during a scene. Even though that swat had clearly hurt more than the others, he was enjoying himself.
