Page 22 of Spoiling Lillian
I have questions. “Did he spank her in front of you, Lils?”
“Yes.” She squirms against my cock as her cheeks turn pink. Does she realize what that bulge in my pants is?
“Does he do that often?” I’m curious because I don’t think Lillian minds when other people are spanked, even though she doesn’t like it herself.
She shrugs. “Sometimes. He doesn’t fully spank her like he did at Surrender that night we watched. He gives her a few hard swats over her clothes. I think Simone likes it.”
“What about you? How do you feel about it?”
She scrunches up her nose. “I don’t care. It’s just what they do. It doesn’t bother me. Sometimes, when I overthink things, I find it fascinating that Simone and I have such different lives than we did growing up, but I’ve known she was Little for years. I’m not shocked she gets spanked.”
“What happened after he swatted her bottom?”
“He made her stand in the corner for a while.”
“Do you know why?” I’m curious how much of their dynamic Lillian understands.
“Yes. Simone explained everything to me. I know she likes him to make her come after he spanks her hard, so he doesn’t use that kind of spanking for discipline. He reserves it for play.”
I know all of this, but I was curious to see how much my bright, insightful girl understood. Damn near everything. Either Simone relayed it well, or Lillian has done a lot of research. Probably both.
“Do you think you deserve to be disciplined for hiding from Camden to eat candy?”
A deep sigh. “I guess.”
I laugh. “Isn’t that why you did it? To see what I would do?”
She plays with my collar again. “Maybe.”
My girl is in for a rude awakening.
Chapter 9
Lillian
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I’m trembling. It’s hard to stop fidgeting, especially with Bryson’s erection pressing against my sex. This is the closest I’ve ever been to a man. It’s heady. Knowing that I’m making him hard is exciting. Too bad he’s a big meanie and isn’t going to let me have his shaft inside me.
Sure, I’m nervous about having sex. Who isn’t for their first time? But I’m twenty-one years old. I don’t know another woman my age who hasn’t had sex.
It’s not like I’ve surveyed a hundred women, of course, but I’ve heard girls talk in the locker room or the cafeteria. And that was back in high school. It’s been a few years since then, and I’m still a virgin. How embarrassing.
The truth is that Simone and I intentionally got into a little bit of trouble today because I wanted to know what would happen. I wasn’t sure if Bryson had spoken to Camden about disciplining me for transgressions when I’m at their house. Apparently, he had, and he got the call.
I’m nervous, but curiosity overrides that.
Bryson grips my butt cheeks. My face heats because I’m so aware of his fingers touching me so intimately. Maybe it would be no big deal to someone else, but this is the most erotic position I’ve ever been in.
“We didn’t specifically discuss what I would do to punish you if you misbehaved, sweet girl. But you must have wanted to find out, or you wouldn’t have made the choices you made. So, I’m going to assume you’re ready and willing to face the consequences.”
I sit up taller. I’m so far past willing. “Yes, Sir.”
He suddenly stands, turns around, and lowers me onto my back on the bed. His hands come to my bent spread legs before I can close them, and he eases them wide so my knees touch the mattress.
“Lift your arms above your head, Lils.”
I’m shaking as I obey him. He looks so intense, and I’m burning up with the need for him. He hasn’t touched me anywhere important yet, and already I’m panting.
