The way he pulled my hair.
His tone of voice as he commanded me.
This looming timeout.
I want this. I want all of it. Is he mad at me? I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. This is new territory for me. I don’t yet know how he will react when I misbehave.
Daddy is right behind me. His hands come to my hips. “Take a step back, Simone,” he orders.
I do as I’m told.
His palm comes to the back of my head. “Forehead to the wall, Baby girl.”
I lean in. It’s awkward.
He slides his hands down my arms to my wrists. “Hands behind your back. Clasp them together.”
I can’t breathe. Holy fuckadoodle. This is obscene.
He steps between my feet and nudges them. “Legs wider. One more small step back.”
I’m panting as I obey his commands. His tone is sexier and bossier than ever. Sometimes, when I came into his office to ask stupid questions, he would reprimand me in a low, demanding voice, but nothing like this. That was his pretend Daddy voice. This is his real one.
“Don’t move.” His hands slide up my torso until he cups my breasts, which hang down in this odd position. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now, Simone,” he growls.
I whimper. Those words are unexpected.
He thumbs my nipples.
It’s very hard not to move.
“Good girl. When I put you in timeout, this is the position I want you to assume. I want your feet wide so your pussy is exposed. I want your hands back so you’re slightly off balance and have to focus to stay in place. I want your stance away from the baseboards so that your tits hang without brushing against the walls.”
I moan. Damn him.
He pinches my nipples before suddenly releasing me altogether and stepping away. “As my Little girl, I expect transparency at all times. I want to know what you’re thinking. I can’t fully dominate you in the way you need and deserve if you keep secrets from me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In the future, if I catch you lying, even by omission, you will find yourself naked and standing in the corner in two point five seconds. You can stand there until you’re ready to tell me what I want to hear.”
I can’t catch my breath. He’s so intense. I’m struggling to remember what he needed me to say before this monstrous about-face.
“Take your time. I have all the time in the world.” His voice is fading. I think he must have moved toward the window, and when I hear a scraping sound, it occurs to me he has settled in the armchair.
I can feel his gaze on me. I’m totally naked. My ass is pushed out and on display. My boobs are hanging heavily in front of me. Arousal is leaking out of me and down my inner thighs. Can he see that? How humiliating.
For a long time, I can think of nothing except the position I’m in, what it means, and the fact that Daddy is watching me.
“Stay still, naughty girl.”
Am I moving? I must be swaying.
“Your calves will start to get sore if you take very long, Little one.”
Oh, crap. I’ve kind of forgotten that he’s waiting for me. Not the other way around. Don’t most Daddies put Littles in timeout for a specified length of time?
I force myself to focus and remember what I was thinking before he called me out. Shit. It comes to me. I might be able to occasionally bluff my way out of things, but not in a situation like this when he’s going to be eyeing me with extreme scrutiny.
