Page 65 of Controlling Natasha

I shuffle toward the corner.Everyone is watching me.We’ve entered new territory.It’s one thing to be Little and submissive, which I’ve gradually done more and more in front of Albert and Edith, but I’ve never been punished.

Daddy guides me toward the corner with a hand on the small of my back.I think he’s doing this so everyone will see my red thighs.It’s humiliating, and apparently, I enjoy being humiliated.

If he hadn’t been with me every second, I would have changed my panties before we came downstairs.They’re soaked with my arousal and getting worse.

Daddy angles me so that my feet are wide, my toes against the adjoining walls, and my forehead pressed into the corner.“Clasp your hands behind your back, Natasha.”

I whimper as I do so.I feel so vulnerable again.

He sets a hand on my shoulder.“Good girl.This is how I want you to stand when you’re in timeout.Legs wide, nose to the corner, hands at your back.In the future, you will also hold your dress up.If you’ve been spanked, you will do this with your panties at your knees so everyone can see your naughty red bottom.”

My breath hitches.That’s yet another level.I might melt into the floor.The thought of holding my dress up is mortifying.The thought of doing so with my panties down is ten times worse.The thought of anyone witnessing my punishment is off the Richter scale.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Who’s in charge, Little one?”

“You are, Daddy.”

“Why are you standing in the corner?”

“Because I squeezed my legs together, Sir.”

“Why did you squeeze your thighs together, Natasha?”

I gasp, thinking, knowing the embarrassing answer.“To test you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.And how do you feel?”

“Aroused,” I murmur.I’m permanently aroused.

“How do you think you’ll feel the first time I expose your red bottom to others, Little one?”

“Aroused,” I whisper softly.Mortified.

His lips are on my ear when he says, “Me, too, Natasha.My cock is so fucking hard for you.That’s why we’re doing this.That’s why we’re such a good match.You need my dominance, and I need your submission.”

“Yes, Sir.”He’s right.He moves away, leaving me with my thoughts.This is so unconventional.So dirty.So depraved.And I love it.I love how alive I feel.My heart is racing.My tummy is in knots.My ass is on fire.My panties are soaked and getting worse.

Every time Daddy adds something new to our dynamic, my reaction goes up another notch.I crave this thing between us.It’s like a drug.

I’ve barely touched the surface of naughty behavior.Rushing out of the house without telling anyone, slamming the door, running up the stairs.Plus, I can add staying out past curfew, yelling at Daddy, being part of Simone’s shenanigans in Professor Arnalt’s office.

All of those things are minor.I’ve never been a rule-breaker in my life.I’m the good girl.The one who always helps out.The one who does all her homework and gets to work on time and studies hard.

I wonder if I’m going to shift gears a bit and add a naughty side to my life.Maybe I can get some tips from Simone.She’s much better at being naughty than me.

A timer goes off, and I jump in my spot before Daddy appears next to me, and I realize the timer was for me.“Your timeout is over, Little one.Let’s go to the dining room.”

I lower my hands and let him hold one as I back out of the corner.I pause and stare at the floor, wondering if I’m going to be spending much time there.

“What are you thinking, Natasha?”

“I’m wondering if I might wear a hole in the floor,” I admit.

He laughs.“Funny you should say that.”As he guides me to the dining room, he continues, “When we go to Surrender, you’ll probably meet Roman and Lucy.They’re the owners.They also own a bed and breakfast called Blossom Ridge.It’s a vacation spot strictly for age play.I haven’t been there because I haven’t had a Little girl of my own for a long time, but I’ve heard the Littles talking about it at Surrender.Apparently, there’s a worn spot in the corner of the kitchen where naughty Littles have stood in timeout for a century.”

I gasp as he pulls my chair out.“Surely that’s not true.”

“I believe it is.I’ll take you there one day, and we can find out for ourselves.Maybe we can go there for a graduation celebration.”

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