“Hmm, what do you suppose the standard punishment for sassing your Daddy should be?” he pondered as he rubbed her bottom.
“Um, a cuddle and a new Barbie!” she suggested.
A Barbie, huh? He wondered if that’s what she enjoyed playing with? He’d have to find out. He was all too aware that he had nothing prepared for her Little at his place.
“Nope. Wrong answer. I’m thinking ten spanks.”
“Ten!”
He continued to rub her ass. “You’ve been spanked before?”
“Oh yes, Alan used to spank me.”
“Just his hand? Or other things?”
“Just his hand.” She tensed.
“Easy, baby girl. This spanking is just fun. The paddle is for something far more serious, like putting yourself in danger. I’m just getting an idea of your limits.”
“I’ve never been paddled before so I’m not sure. Definitely no cane.”
“No cane,” he agreed. “And during sex?”
“You want to use a cane during sex?” she squeaked.
He had to laugh. “No, baby. Have you got any limits during sex?”
“Um, no humiliation or calling me names,” she said quietly.
His hand stilled. Yeah, he could have figured that would be one.
“No blood play.”
“Bondage?”
“I. . .yes, bondage is good.”
He noted the way she pressed her thighs together. Yeah, she liked the idea of being tied up.
“Anal?”
“I. . .umm. . .think I’d be all right with trying anal.”
“That’s enough to start with. We can talk more later.”
Go slow.
“And you can say your safeword whenever you like. What would you like to use?”
She looked around at him, her eyes wide, her face flushed. He worried for a moment that she was scared of him. But then she licked her lips and he realized there was a little trepidation but also a lot of arousal too. “Red.”
“Good. Keep it nice and easy. Turn back around, baby girl. Now, where were we? Oh yes, how many spanks have you earned for sassing Daddy? At least ten.”
He landed his hand against her panty-clad bottom. Holy fuck, that was so hot. Her little ass clenched. Thank God he hadn’t pulled down her panties because he was all too tempted to part her ass cheeks and take a peek at the puckered entrance beyond.
Calm. Slow. Fuck.
Another two spanks. He heard her let out a little gasp of air. He wondered what he’d find if he pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her mound. Would her heat sear him? Would her panties be slick with moisture? He was betting yes.