Page 38 of Provoking Camden


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I bite my lip as I look at him.

“Who’s the Daddy in this house, Simone?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Do you think you can stop trying to top me?”

“I’ll try, Daddy.”

“I want you to listen to me. There will be a quiz afterward.”

I can’t keep from giggling at that statement. “I just graduated, Daddy. You said you were done giving me pop quizzes after class.”

“Nope. That was a one-time deal. I will give pop quizzes to you often to make sure you’re paying attention.”

I push out my pouty lip.

As usual, it doesn’t affect him. He chuckles. “With regard to spankings: sometimes, I will give you a swat like I did just now as a reminder to behave. Sometimes, I will pull your panties down and spank you hard when I think you’ve done something dangerous or reckless. Sometimes, I will spank you because you ask me to. Like now. Other times, I will spank you because I think you need a good hard impact-play session.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Those last two incidents will be meant to help you purge icky feelings. There will be times when you’ll know you need that kind of spanking. Sometimes, I’ll make that decision. In either case, I won’t be swatting you for punishment. I’ll be spanking your naughty bottom to help you let go of stress. You might need a good cry afterward. On some occasions, you might need an orgasm.”

I perk up at that thought.

“All that being said, it’s possible you might not like having your bottom swatted. For some Little girls, it does not have the desired effect. If that’s the case, we’ll come up with another form of punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.” I squirm on his lap. The only time anyone has spanked me so far was Daddy a few minutes ago. It stunned me, but I think I liked it. Maybe I just enjoyed the shock value.

I’ve been curious for years, but I’ve never had the desire to ask a random Daddy at Surrender to spank me. Maybe I should have. I’m certainly bold enough to ask a stranger, but I never did.

I know why. I was eighteen when I moved here, and I joined Surrender soon after that. I was so excited to find like-minded people I could hang with. I love that there are so many Littles at the club and that they have a special designated space called the daycare. It’s a place where I can let my guard down and be myself.

There are two reasons why I never played with a Daddy in the club. One is that my Little is shier than my adult self. She’s not as willing to approach people and instigate anything. But the more important reason is that by the time I joined Surrender, I had already met Camden. Not only was I in one of his classes and lusting after him, but I started seeing him at Surrender.

Attending his class three times a week was pure torture after I saw him at the club. He didn’t know I’d seen him because I immediately stepped out of sight and left for the evening so he wouldn’t notice me.

If I thought I’d been pining for my professor before I found out he was kinky, my imagination went rampant after that night. At the time, I couldn’t be certain he was a Daddy. He could have been any sort of Dom. But I didn’t care. I pretended he was not only a Daddy but my Daddy.

And here we are. Four years later. I’m sitting on his lap in his home, negotiating a spanking scene. I almost can’t believe it.

The truth is I’ve never wanted another man to spank me. I’ve always wanted it to be Camden. I’ve never wanted another man to take my virginity, either.

There were plenty of times when I reprimanded myself for putting my life on hold for four years for a man who never once gave me any indication he was interested in me or would pursue me after graduation.

Over the last six months, I had hope. Once Natasha moved in with Jameson, I began to think there was a possibility Camden would at least give me a shot, but that was mostly in my head. Wishful thinking.

I’m glad I waited. I’m glad he’s going to be the one to claim my pussy and my bottom—with his palm, of course. I’m not ready to entertain the idea of having my tight rear hole breached.

“Are you ready?”

I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

He sets me on my feet and stands, taking my hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Why?” I ask as I skip alongside him.

“Because you’ll be more comfortable on our bed, and you’ll need a nap afterward.”