Page 39 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“It was only the second spanking I’ve ever had,” she confessed. “I’ve never dated a Dom before. However, when I was in Chicago, I visited a club a few times that was age-play friendly and I negotiated a scene to have my bottom spanked.”

He had to force himself not to visibly tense.

Stafford had never been to a BDSM club before. Although he definitely liked to be in control in the bedroom. And he enjoyed spanking and bondage. But he didn’t like the idea of her in a club on her own.

“Did you enjoy going to the club?”

She shrugged. “A bit. It just felt a bit . . . I don’t know . . . strange? I didn’t know the Dominant and that works for some people. But, for me, I think I needed something more authentic. Or to at least know and trust the person spanking me. It was all a bit scripted for my taste and I know that was for my safety. But this felt . . . different.”

“Different good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything you’d want done differently?” he asked curiously.

“Um, maybe for you to spank less hard.”

Hmm. He wasn’t sure that she really wanted that. Or that she needed it, either.

“I don’t think that’s really what’s best for you,” he told her.

“I don’t like that sort of reasoning.”

“No, because that means that you have to sit on a sore bottom the next day.” He patted her butt lightly.

“Hey! No more spanking!”

“No?” he queried.

“No!”

“Then what shall we do?” He pretended to think. “We can sit and watch a movie?”

“Stafford! No!”

“No? Then what?”

“You were going to . . . I mean I thought you wanted to . . .”

He decided to take pity on her. His poor girl really did struggle with saying what she needed.

“Oh, you thought I was going to lick your pussy until you screamed.” He moved them so she was lying on her back on the bed and he was kneeling between her legs. “Is that what you thought?”

Blakely nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Such a good girl using her manners. How could I refuse to give her what she needs?” Grasping hold of her legs, he pushed them apart so he could stare at that gorgeous, wet pussy.

“Stafford?” she whispered.

He glanced up to see that her cheeks were red. “Yes?”

“I . . . what are you staring at?”

“The most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh Lord,” she groaned. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

He had to grin as she covered her face with her hands.

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