“I love them. What other checklists and rules can we make?”
“It depends on your goals. What else has been on your mind?”
We decide on morning affirmations, no screen time an hour before bed and a set bedtime. Trey has me write out the chart and we stick it to my refrigerator.
“What happens when I stick to my plans?” I ask, smiling up at him.
Trey brushes his lips against mine. “You get told you’re a good girl. You get presents. And you get spanked.”
“Spanked as a reward? I thought spankings were a punishment.”
He nuzzles behind my ear and says in that rich, velvety voice, “Not the way I spank.”
I brush my fingers down his large palms, imagining them on my ass, and a jolt of desire goes through me. “What happens when I don’t stick to my plans?”
Trey’s face becomes serious. “If we determine that you neglected your rules because you were careless or willful, I’ll ask you to explain why and then give you a suitable punishment like lines or pushups or explaining to another trainer at the gym what you did and why you’re sorry.”
I shiver like I’m cold at the thought of telling one of the doms at Dom Fitness that I broke Trey’s rules. “I’ll be good.”
He laughs softly. “We’ll see. Most subs like to test their boundaries. It makes them feel safe.”
“Staying within the lines makes me feel safe,” I assure him. I think over what he said. “You said if we determine that I neglected my rules. We?”
“Yes, of course we. I’m not going to punish you against your will or when you don’t feel sorry. You have to feel sorry first and ask for your punishment.”
This is so different to the way I thought it would be, in which I step out of line and I’m forced painfully back into it. “Is that how other daddies and little girls do things?”
“Sometimes. Some little girls like to be made to feel sorry, but that’s not my way and I don’t think that’s yours, either.”
I’m the first to tell myself when I’ve screwed up, so he’s probably right. I catch the edge of his T-shirt and tug it playfully. “What about today, though? Have I been good today?”
He smiles his beautiful smile and kisses my nose. “You’ve been so good today, bunny. Would you like to choose a reward? You can have new stickers for your charts, or a new coloring book. Or we could try making a new recipe together.”
It’s so little girlish, what he’s suggested, and hearing him say these things makes me feel happier than I have in a long time. Simple pleasures like stickers and coloring books. I could get used to that.
But my mind has gone other places, back to what he said earlier. I’m dying to feel his hands on me. “Could we try a…reward spanking?”
Trey smiles, and his eyes light with interest and he puts his arms around me. “I would love that. Are you comfortable being in your underwear and me touching you?”
I lean into him, feeling breathless. Suddenly all I can think about is Trey touching me, and me touching Trey. “Yes, please. So comfortable.”
He leads me over to the sofa and sits down. “If you lie face down over my lap, that’s a good beginner position.”
Beginner position. That means there must be intermediate and advanced positions. I had no idea. Still in my gym gear of leggings and T-shirt, I get on my knees and lay across his lap, my stomach against his thighs and my ass up. Trey gives me a cushion to hug.
“How does that feel?” he asks, stroking his fingers through my hair.
Surprisingly comfortable. I haven’t been this vulnerable in so long, not willingly anyway, and opening up to Trey is pleasurable as well as easy. I already feel a tingling between my legs. Maybe this really is a reward.
“So good, daddy.”
Trey strokes down my back and hips to my ass, and I breathe in sharply at the delicious sensations. He moves on down the backs of my legs and up again.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, still stroking me.
I bury my face in the cushion, smiling at the unfamiliar compliment. He rolls the waistband of my leggings down a slow inch at a time as if he’s unwrapping a much-anticipated present. He lifts his hand, and then it descends in a swift, sharp smack.
I let out a little squeal, more from surprise than anything else.
“How was that?” Trey asks.
I wriggle about, enjoying the feel of his palm against my sensitized skin. “Kind of cute. I liked it.”
He laughs softly and does it again. There’s a burn, and then the heat feels pleasurable. As he continues, I feel myself sinking into his thighs and my whole body getting warm. Deep in my core, there’s an ache for more.