Page 29 of Accepting Love

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“Our dynamic is different. It will feel different. But I will always hold you and rock you afterward.”

“Okay.” I’m looking forward to the afterward part.

Daddy guides me over his lap. I tuck my arms up under my chest against my breasts, trying to be smaller than I already am. I feel Little. Littler than usual. It might be because I’ve been Little for hours today, which is totally out of my norm. It might be because this is Zane, my dream Daddy. He’s in my house. In my room. He’s…mine.

I squirm as he pushes my nightgown up my back.

“Legs open, Little one. I’m not sure how effective spanking you is going to be since you’re already so aroused. If you react this way every time I spank you, I’ll have to come up with more creative punishments.”

I whimper. Will he just spank me already? I’m suddenly desperate like never before. I’ve always enjoyed a spanking, but I’ve never craved one as much as I do tonight. I don’t care how he touches me as long as he does.

He smooths his hand on my bottom, using the other to secure the small of my back. “Ten swats for cussing, Little one. What’s your safeword?”

“Wine, Sir.”

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice is soft.

He raises his palm and swats my bare skin. It feels different from any time in the past when he or another Daddy has swatted over my panties. My skin is instantly heated.

His next spank lands higher, followed by one that lands lower.

I whimper, trying not to squirm. It’s a challenge to keep my legs parted too. My instinct is to squeeze them together.

Daddy rubs my skin. “Your bottom is so pretty with my pink palmprint on it,” he informs me reverently.

The next few swats are harder and spread all over my lower cheeks. I’m panting and lose track of how many times he’s spanked me.

A few more land lower on my bottom, making me stiffen and gasp. The vibrations go straight to my clit.

Finally, he stops, rubbing my heated skin with his large palm. “Good girl. I like how well you stayed still for me. I know it was hard to keep your legs parted.”

I’m trembling with need. It’s much worse than before the spanking. Much worse than any arousal I’ve ever felt from a spanking before.

Daddy helps me stand and brings me between his legs. He holds my biceps and meets my gaze. “You’re shaking, Little one.” He rubs my arms.

“I’m aroused,” I admit. It’s not as though I could hide it.

He smiles and pulls me closer. “I want to ask you some questions.”

I glance down. I’m pretty sure whatever he’s going to ask me is going to embarrass me further.

“How often do you masturbate, Caro?”

I swallow.

He lifts my chin. “I want to know you better. Will you tell me so I’ll understand your needs?”

“I’m embarrassed,” I admit.

“I don’t want you to be embarrassed. If you haven’t been with a man, I have to assume you’ve been taking care of yourself for years.”

“Yes, Sir.” I glance toward my nightstand and then jerk my attention back to him.

“Do you have a vibrator in your nightstand, Little one?”

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