“Exactly. If you need Daddy to stop for any reason, you say red.”
“Okay.”
“Try that response again.”
I shiver. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. I’ll start slowly and build up, pausing to make sure you’re okay often.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
The first slap of his palm against my bottom startles me. It doesn’t really hurt; it’s just odd. The next few aren’t as shocking as I begin to learn what to expect. Daddy switches back and forth, but not predictably. I find myself focusing with anticipation on which cheek he will slap next.
Suddenly, he stops and rubs my heated skin.
I blow out a breath and go limp over him. I’m oddly disappointed. I was starting to enjoy the sensation.
“What do you think so far, Little one?”
So far? Maybe he’s not done. “I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Try to get out of your head, honey. Don’t overthink. Let your body relax. Focus on how it feels, the burn, the heat, the sting.”
“Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” He rubs my skin again and then resumes his spanking. Harder this time.
My breath catches at the new intensity, and I clench my butt cheeks.
Daddy gives me a hard swat on the backs of my thighs. “Relax, June,” he orders.
I blow all the air out of my lungs and force myself to go limp.
Daddy swats my thighs a few more times before returning to my bottom. The heat grows. Every spank stings now. I don’t mind it, though. I might even like it. It’s the strangest sensation, but I’m starting to understand the appeal. I focus on the burn instead of the noise in my head until the icky thoughts are gone and all that’s left is the throb of growing pain.
My breathing relaxes as I go deeper into a strange, peaceful place. So nice. I’m free. I fly out of my body, weightless, floating. All that exists is the delicious burn, the rhythmic slaps of Daddy’s hand, and an odd euphoria.
When Daddy stops, I can hear him talking, but it’s like I’m underwater or I’ve floated too far away to catch what he’s saying. It doesn’t matter though. I’m aware of the tone. He’s not asking me questions. He’s praising me. Soothing me with his voice.
I’m slack over his lap until he lifts me gently and turns me around. He settles me so my bottom rests between his legs, not touching his jeans, and rocks me against his chest.
Something touches my lips, and I realize it’s the lip of my sippy cup. I put it on the floor next to the chair earlier. He’s always trying to get me to drink more fluids.
“Good girl.” He kisses the top of my head.
I slowly come back into my body, sated in a way I felt after we had sex, but different. More emotionally sated instead of physically. And the only thing I can think of that would be better is if I felt both.
When I feel more like myself, I sit up taller. “I need you inside me now, Daddy.”
He tips my chin back and holds my gaze. “You’re sure, Little one?”
“Yes. Positive.”
He cups my cheek. “I need adult June to make this decision.”
I smile at him. “Blade, for the love of all that is holy, fuck me already.”
He chuckles, but he wastes no time standing and moving to the bed. “On your elbows and knees, honey. I want your bottom in the air so I can look at how red it is while I take off my clothes.”
