“You said to stay in the playroom, but I don’t want to.” I stomp my foot for emphasis and to ensure he knows I’m acting.
What an odd but fun lifestyle. I sense that my days will now consist of a series of scenes where I waver in and out of Little space and put on performances to suit my mood.
I tip my chin back in mock defiance and cross my arms.
“Do you want me to spank you in front of your friends, naughty girl?”
I pout dramatically. “No. I want you to tell me what’s happening with Frank.”
Daddy grips my neck and leans his head down to whisper in my ear, “I think you’re more interested in experiencing a kink you didn’t know you had, Baby girl. A humiliation kink.”
I shudder as I shake my head. “That’s silly.”
“Is it?” He kisses my neck and whispers again, “I’m going to bare your bottom to everyone in this room in ten seconds. You’re going to struggle and argue with me, but the only way I will stop is if you say eggplant.”
I try to jerk out of his grasp. “No, Daddy. You’re not being fair. You can’t keep secrets from me,” I whine.
He wraps his fingers around my bicep and hauls me over to one of the kitchen chairs. After sitting, he pulls me between his legs. Hands on my hips, he says, “What happens to naughty girls who don’t obey their Daddies?”
I lower my gaze. “They get spanked.”
“And then what happens?”
I glance toward the corner without lifting my head. “They stand in timeout,” I mumble. My heart is racing at the prospect of being exposed to all these people I hardly know. I’ve had almost no interaction with the men and only short conversations with the women.
What I know is that everyone in this room understands my needs and won’t judge me.
“Would you like us to go and come back later?” Blade asks.
“Nope,” Daddy responds. “We’re not done with our discussion. Just give me a minute to take care of this naughty girl, then we’ll finish our meeting.”
I glance at June and Eloise as they join their Daddies, standing in front of them to watch me get punished.
I’m trembling. There’s no denying I’m nervous, but I need this. I can feel it inside me. I meet Mace’s gaze. “Please, Daddy.” An ordinary person would hear me and think I was asking him not to spank me, but Mace knows better. I’m asking him to continue.
He grips my neck, kisses my temple, and whispers, “Eggplant, Baby girl. Don’t forget.”
I give a quick nod as he guides me to one side and helps me over his thighs. He intentionally turns us so that my ass is facing our guests.
Holding my breath, I tuck my arms under me as he lifts my dress to the small of my back, exposing my yellow panties.
I whimper as he palms my bottom over the cotton. My face is already heated from this small amount of exposure. There’s no reason to be embarrassed by my panties. They cover more skin than most swimsuits. But this is meant to be humiliating, and it is.
“Naughty girls who disobey their Daddies end up with their bottoms in the air,” Mace says as he pats my butt. He’s dragging this out, making me think too much. Taking his time for reasons I’m not sure of. Perhaps he’s intentionally increasing my anxiety, but it’s also possible he’s giving me ample opportunity to use my safeword.
“But Daddy doesn’t spank over panties, does he?” Mace asks rhetorically before tucking his fingers under the elastic around my waist and dragging the cotton down to my thighs.
I squeeze my eyes closed and hold my breath as my butt is exposed to everyone in the room. I can feel all eyes on me. I doubt the men are particularly affected. They aren’t interested in me. They have their own girlfriends, women I’m certain they adore.
But what are June and Eloise thinking? Are they embarrassed by my nudity? Is their own arousal heightened from watching me? In books, that’s often the case. But this isn’t a book. It’s my life. My new life as Mace’s Little girl.
Daddy palms my bottom again, squeezing my cheeks. “Part your knees, Autumn. If you squeeze them together, I’ll start over.”
Panting, I spread my legs a few inches apart. Can everyone see my pussy? I don’t think so. Not from this angle. But maybe. It’s adding to my humiliation.
I gasp when Daddy delivers the first swat. My butt stings. He wasn’t gentle. At the next slap of his palm, my toes curl. “Daddy! I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”
When I struggle, he flattens his free hand against my lower back to hold me steady. His volley of spanks continues, covering every inch of my ass and the backs of my thighs.