As I spank her five more times, she draws her knees toward my thighs and squeezes them together. That’s enough for her first time, and I rub the sting away for a few moments before standing her up on wobbly legs. I reach down and pull her panties up next and then meet her gaze.
I wipe away the tears. “See. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want you to spank me again.”
I smile at her and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Spanking is a part of life, sweetie. No one is good all the time. You’ll have bad days and misbehave. That spanking was pretty gentle, sweetie, for your first time. Sometimes I’ll be firmer with you.”
She’s shifts her weight back and forth, squeezing her thighs together.
I don’t comment on what she’s feeling as I rise and set my hand at the nape of her neck to guide her to the corner of the kitchen. I angle her so that she’s facing the wall and set her forehead against the surface.
My hand slides down her back until I reach her warm bottom. “Part your legs, sweetie.”
She sucks in a breath as she spreads her feet a few inches.
“Wider, Britney.”
She steps out farther this time, and I slide my hand down her bottom and then reach between her legs. She gasps when I palm her pussy and press her panties against her wetness. I stroke a finger over her clit and then remove my hand.
She’s whimpering. Her little body is shaking.
I set my hand on the back of her head and stroke her gently. “I know you’re confused, but here’s the thing about spankings, they usually end in intense arousal. That’s why you’ll stand in timeout afterward. You won’t be permitted to come after I spank you, even though your pussy will be pulsing and wet. I know it’s frustrating. You’ll stand here until your arousal subsides, legs parted to keep from rubbing your clit between them.”
Goosebumps rise on her arms, and she continues to whimper.
I release her and step back. “I’ll let you know when you’re permitted to move.”
I head for the kitchen and begin cleaning up, leaving her breakfast on the island. I’m betting she’ll decide to eat it after she gets out of time-out.
Ten minutes later, there is a knock at the front door. I return to Britney and smooth my hand up her back. “Your punishment is over, sweetie. Come meet Master Brett.”
She lets out a little sob as she turns around. Her lip is trembling. “I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy.”
“You weren’t bad, sweetie. You just made a poor choice. That’s all. You’re still my good girl.” I cup her face and then take her hand and lead her to the front door.
She stands behind me, holding onto my arm as I open the door.
Spike is standing there, his huge, imposing body dressed all in black, hands on his hips, a smile on his face. “Morning,” he says as he steps inside. He leans around me. “You must be Britney. I’ve heard so much about you.”
She ducks farther behind me as if she’s shy. Hell, maybe she is shy in her normal skin. I wrap an arm around and pull her to my front, flattening my palm between her breasts. “Britney, this is Master Brett. He’s going to stay with you this morning while I’m gone. Can you say hello?”
“Hello,” she whispers.
I lift my gaze to find Spike smiling at me, a knowing look in his eyes. He’s had enough littles to know how they can be when they’re new to the lifestyle. “Don’t you worry. Britney and I will be just fine while you’re gone.”
I spin Britney around and lift her chin. “I won’t be long. You can do some research on your computer, color, play with your doll, whatever you want, okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Be a good girl for Master Brett while I’m gone.”
“Yes, Sir. Can I go to my room, Sir?”
“Yes.” I pat her bottom as she turns and rushes from the room. A moment later, her door shuts. I sigh as I meet Spike’s knowing gaze. “I hope I’m not making a mistake.”
“You didn’t have much of a choice. You have things to do and you can’t leave her here alone.”
I nod slowly. “She’s so new to the lifestyle. I’m sure she’s embarrassed.”
“Understandable. I’ll try to lure her out, but I won’t pressure her. She needs time. From what you’ve told