He grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the floor, and deposits me on the bed. “On your knees, facing the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, unsure of his aim here.
“Good girl.” He grabs a few pillows and sets them in front of me. “Lower yourself over the pillows, Baby girl.”
I shudder as I get into the position he’s demanded. My bottom is in the air, which makes me feel incredibly submissive and vulnerable. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Daddy guides my hands to the small of my back and clasps my wrists with one hand. “This is just to help you keep your fingers out of the way while I spank you. Eventually, you’ll learn to control the instinct to reach back and rub your naughty bottom or try to stop me from striking you. But for now, I’ll hold your wrists so I don’t accidentally swat your hands.”
I’ve seen Daddies hold their Littles’ hands when they spank them. I’m not surprised he’s doing so, but I’ve never experienced it personally, and I’m totally gobsmacked by how aroused I am. We haven’t even started yet.
Daddy grabs another pillow. “Spread your knees, Baby girl.”
When I do, he tucks the pillow between them. “This will keep your pussy exposed.
A powerful wave of need overwhelms me, causing me to lift my head off the mattress and moan. Suddenly, I wish he’d fuck me right now instead of spanking me. But I’m not the one in charge. I don’t think it’s in my best interest to voice my opinion on this or any other topic right now.
Daddy trails his fingers up and down the backs of my thighs and across my butt cheeks. “Deep breaths, Little one. I know it feels good to submit to Daddy. It’s supposed to. I know your pussy is dripping. That’s normal. But you’ll learn to control it when I’m spanking you. Sometimes, I’ll let you come or even fuck you clear into the next day after a maintenance spanking like this one. But that’s not your decision. I want you to focus on your total surrender while I’m spanking you.”
I shudder again. Sometimes, Daddy’s voice alone made me squirm in class. His tone. The delivery. He’s firm in class. I often glanced around to see if anyone else was affected by him, but I never saw any evidence. Most of the students were hardly paying attention.
I assume it was just me who was brought to my knees by Professor Arnalt’s lectures. I hope so. The thought of other people finding his delivery so enticing makes me feel a bit jealous. Which is absurd.
And now I have a new concern. I want this man to be mine. Hopefully, I can twist him around my pinky so tightly that, in the fall semester, he won’t even think of falling for the next incoming freshman with a crush on him.
Daddy grabs my ponytail and lifts my head. “You’ve clenched up on me, Simone. What’s going through your head?”
I draw in a breath. How does he know?
He leans in closer, his face inches from mine. “Think twice before telling me a fib, naughty girl.”
I lick my lips. I’m even more turned on now that he’s staring at me. The added discomfort from my hair pulling my scalp makes me whimper. “I was just thinking about how well-behaved I can be.” That’s not a lie.
He narrows his gaze. “Do you want to stand in the corner before I spank you?”
I swallow. “No, Sir.”
“Then try again. You have no poker face, Baby girl. I have four years of experience reading your expressions. I speak fluent Simone.”
That almost makes me laugh, except he’s being serious, and he’s forcing me to arch my chest forward. And I’m naked.
It’s unnerving that we’ve paused to chat while I’m in this vulnerable position. But I should have known Camden would do such a thing. The man likes to keep me on my toes.
I try to think of something to say. Anything that won’t make me sound like a desperate, clingy girlfriend, but nothing comes to mind.
“Simone…” His voice is filled with warning as he releases my hair, grabs my waist, and stands me on my feet next to the bed in one swift motion.
I gasp as my feet hit the floor. “Sir…”
He points toward the corner of the room. “Corner. Now.”
A ragged inhale accompanies tears that gather in my eyes. How have I messed this up? He was about to spank me, and now I’m heading for timeout instead.
“The amount of time you’re going to spend in the corner is increasing by the second, Simone,” he warns.
I find my feet and rush to the corner. I’m a hot mess of emotions. Part of me is nervous that I’ve angered him. The rest of me is titillated by every aspect of this.
The promise of being spanked.
