Page 10 of Spoiling Lillian
“You’re not a Daddy. It would confuse me.”
She has a point.
But I’m intrigued by this. The thought of getting a call from Camden and swinging by his house to spank Lillian makes my hand twitch. I rub it on my thigh before curling my fingers against my pants.
“Lillian, are you having a good time tonight?”
She gasps. “Yes. Of course.”
“Will you go out with me again?”
She nods.
“Then we can’t put off discussing what things are going to look like between us. We have different kink preferences, but we’re going to have to see if they can align in some way. This seems like a decent place to start. I certainly don’t have an aversion to spanking women. I don’t see why I can’t extend that to a woman in a frilly dress.” I grin to keep things light.
She squirms in her seat, rocking back and forth a few times. The idea intrigues her. That’s a good sign. “With your hand?”
I smile broader. “Of course, sweet girl.”
“I know you prefer to inflict pain with crops and stuff.”
“I do. Ordinarily. But I would never use a toy like that on a new submissive under any circumstances. Nor would I do anything with any sub without negotiating first.”
“Is that what we’re doing now? Negotiating?”
“Yes.”
She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before releasing it. “No one has ever spanked me, so I don’t know if it’s something I would even like.”
“And that’s part of negotiating.” I point at her steak. “Finish your meal, Lillian. We can talk while we eat.”
She rolls her big eyes. “Maybe you can talk while you eat, but my stomach is in knots from this. It’s one thing to discuss our days. It’s another thing entirely to discuss spanking while I try to chew.”
I chuckle. “Good point. Finish eating. Then we can resume this conversation.”
She picks up her fork and eats a piece of lettuce. I can’t blame her for being unnerved. I’d be concerned if she wasn’t.
I change the subject to something lighter, telling her about the client I met with today who wanted windows in their bathroom. Low ones on the side of the room that faces another home.
When she finishes eating, she sets her knife and fork parallel across the plate. I’d bet my last dollar it’s a sign for the waitstaff that she’s done. It probably also tells them she enjoyed her meal.
She sits up taller and meets my gaze. “Do you want to spank me?”
I love how bold she is. “That’s a loaded question, sweet girl.”
“It’s pretty simple.”
I’m not as cultured as her, and I push my plate back a few inches so I can set my elbows on the table and rub my hands together. “Yes, I’d love to spank you.”
She tips her head to one side, her eyes narrowed. “Not because I’ve done something naughty?”
“Nope. I’m not the kind of Dom who spanks submissives for discipline. When people ask me to spank them at Surrender, they do so because they need the release they get from impact play. They don’t need a reason. Now, they might have something in their personal life that’s bothering them, and they perhaps use impact play to purge their perceived issue or transgression, but it’s not usually something they share with me. I’m not a disciplinarian. I’m a sadist.”
She slowly nods. “So you’re saying you want to spank me because you feel like it?” Her brow is adorably furrowed.
“I want to spank you because I’m curious how you’ll react. I’m curious to see if you’ll find impact play relaxing or hate it. I want to know if you will enjoy the pain and embrace it or run from the room. I’d like to know if it makes you cry or brings you pleasure.” I lean closer to her and lower my voice. “And there’s one more reason I want to spank you, Lillian.”
She holds her breath, eyes wide with curiosity.
