Page 28 of Spoiling Lillian
“Are we in agreement?” I hold her down with my palm, not relenting.
She squirms hard, her fingers digging into my forearm. “Okay, okay.”
I ease up on the pressure. “Okay, what, Little girl?”
“Okay, I won’t touch myself without permission.”
“Good girl. See? Negotiation is so fun.”
“Negotiation?” Her voice rises an octave. “I think you need a dictionary. That was not the definition of negotiation. That would imply two people discussing a topic and coming to an agreement. What you did was coercion.” She’s still pressing against my arm and wiggling.
I stroke through her folds over the cotton again. “Mmm. I guess you have a point. Let me rephrase that. I’ll take you to the store and buy you an assortment of vibrators if you agree to not touch them without asking permission and letting me watch or listen.”
She stares at me for several seconds before giggling. “You sound like Camden.”
“I guess I have a Daddy in me somewhere then.” I grin. “Are we in agreement?” I push.
She sighs. “I guess.”
I pat her pussy. “I’m going to go home. You need to go potty and put on dry panties.”
“So bossy…” she grumbles.
Fuck. Maybe I can Daddy this sweet girl. “You haven’t seen bossy yet, Lils. I’m just getting started. So far, you only have one rule. I bet I can come up with a long list.” I hate to release her, but I do so.
After climbing out of her bed, I turn around in a slow circle, tapping my lips and looking at the corners of the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” she asks skeptically, her voice cracking.
“I’m wondering which corner of this room is the best place to put a camera so I can make sure you don’t disobey me.”
She gasps. “You can’t put cameras in my bedroom.” She jerks the covers back and slides off the edge of the bed. “Bryson…”
I chuckle and put my hands on my hips. “Lots of Littles have cameras in their rooms, baby. I know for a fact that Natasha does. I’ve heard Jameson remind her of their existence. It’s not even a Daddy thing. Doms can be pretty strict about letting their subs masturbate. I’m certain you’re a terrible liar, so all I’d have to do is ask you if you touched yourself, and you’d be unable to fib. But cameras are fun. They keep a submissive always wondering if they’re being watched.”
She looks toward the corner I’m staring at. Her entire body shudders before she spins and heads for her bathroom.
I grin as soon as she shuts the door. Seriously, this Daddy thing might not be so bad. It’s not like I don’t know how to Daddy someone. I’ve seen plenty of examples. I have numerous friends who are Daddies. I just never saw myself in the role.
Littles sometimes get hauled out of the daycare at Surrender and marched into the main room to be strapped down and struck with an implement. It’s not unheard of. Most of the Littles I know prefer to stick to spanking for intentional infractions.
In my area of the club, I usually dominate submissives who ask for what they want. It’s specific. They don’t have to do anything to earn it. They may have their own standards and feel the need to be punished for not living up to those expectations, but I’m not the one who makes those rules. They do.
Submissives may or may not tell me why they want me to strike them with any number of implements. I’m happy to listen if they want to tell me, but they might also just sign up for a timeslot.
Negotiation is critical for a sadist, but it’s even more critical for a masochist. I will not add to anything that’s negotiated before a scene. Subtracting is fine if the masochist changes their mind, but adding is a huge no-no.
Though I made that clear to Lillian before we entered her apartment the first time, I’m starting to realize negotiation is a bit more fluid among the Daddy/Little crowd. Perhaps because we’re dealing with far less dangerous implements.
It’s one thing to discuss using a cane or a whip or a crop and whether or not the sub wants bruises. It’s another thing to discuss soft swats to the bottom for misbehaviors when it’s already been established many times whether or not the sub can tolerate such a thing.
I won’t need to reevaluate spanking with Lillian unless she wants to try it again down the road. If I were to stand her in the corner and later found her panties soaked from a timeout, we wouldn’t need to discuss it the next time. I’d just point toward the corner and expect compliance.
This is not my comfort zone, but I’m learning. I should probably ask Camden dozens of questions before I continue on this unexpected path. After all, he asked me to help him with Simone’s deep need for release after a hard spanking. I bet he’d be willing to talk to me about Lillian’s completely different situation.
When Lillian comes out of the bathroom, she marches past me toward her dresser, yanks it open, and pulls out a clean pair of panties.
It’s nearly comical watching her glare at me while she steps into them. She doesn’t attempt to keep me from seeing her pussy as she pulls them over her hips. As I suspected, she’s completely shaved.
