Page 16 of Spoiling Lillian
Bryson sets one hand on the small of my back and the other on my butt. “I’m sure you’ve heard of a safeword, right, Lillian?”
“Yes, Sir.” It seems appropriate and natural to call him Sir under the circumstances. “Red, yellow, and green.”
“Good girl. Use them. If I can’t trust you to use a safeword, I won’t scene with you, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He strokes my hair back from my cheek. “I mean it, Lillian. I’m serious about your safeword.”
“Okay. I promise I’ll use them if I need to.”
“I’m going to pull your panties down now, okay?”
I nod.
“Words, sweet girl. Is it okay if I bare your bottom?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. It’s more than okay, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous.
I hold my breath as he lowers the elastic down to midthigh, and I bite into my bottom lip when his palm comes to my butt. “Tuck your hands under your cheek, Lillian.”
I fold my arms under me.
Bryson molds his hand to my butt cheeks and squeezes them back and forth. “I’ll start gently so you can get the feel for it.”
Even though he has prepared me, I still flinch when he swats my butt. Ouch. He does it again, this time on the other side. I grit my teeth, trying to prepare myself for the next few slaps of his palm against my butt. Even though I hold my breath, I can’t keep from reacting. Is this supposed to be fun?
“Lillian… What color are you?”
“Uhh…” I feel ridiculous. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I also won’t lie. “Yellow, Sir,” I finally admit.
“Good girl. I can see that you’re uncertain by the look on your face.” He rubs my bottom. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Just that it, uh, hurts.”
“And you don’t like that sensation.”
“I don’t think so, but will you do it a few more times?” I know he’s not injuring me. I’m trying to understand the appeal.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Sir. I want to experience this. Give me a few more.”
“Okay. Tell me when you’re ready.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. “I’m ready.”
Bryson swats both my cheeks again, once on each side.
Fuck. Why do people enjoy this? I clench my butt.
“I’m going to give you one more spank on each side, and then we’ll talk.”
My jaw is stiff as I brace myself for another swat. Two of them.
Bryson strikes me a bit harder for the last two, and it’s a good thing he does it in quick succession because otherwise, I might have stopped him in between.
“Ouch.” I shove myself up onto my knees.
