Davis gives her a squeeze. “She’s right. Not everyone enjoys exactly the same dynamic, but some basic aspects hold true for nearly everyone. Namely what your intentions are when you spank someone. Pleasure or discipline or both.”
I nod, listening closely, trying not to let Eve sense my nervous tension through my body language. I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb where I’m holding her fingers against my thigh.
Davis continues, “Those aspects are true for all submissives, not just littles. Some subs get a tremendous release from a hard spanking by itself. It’s freeing. Other subs get very aroused from spankings and like to finish with an amazing orgasm.”
I lick my lips. Christ, this is complicated.
“A lot of the subtle difference stems from where you spank a submissive. It tends to hurt more and not lead to arousal when you spank higher on their bottom. When you swat at the junction of the butt with the thighs, many women can feel the vibrations clear to their clit.”
I’ve never in my life had such a frank discussion about orgasms and body parts. I have to force myself to breathe. No one else in the room is as unnerved as me. Not even Eve.
Davis’s expression grows devious. “Some Doms like to make their sub squirm, with or without giving them relief. When I spank Britney, I don’t avoid the sweet spot. I can read her well enough to know when she’s aroused. But, if I’m spanking her for discipline, I don’t let her come afterward. Leaving her wanting adds to the punishment.”
No way to keep my eyes from growing wide.
Eve finally shifts uncomfortably next to me.
I glance at her. “You okay?”
She nods, but her grip is harder on my arm. “I…uh… I don’t mix sex with my punishments.”
I stare at her. I’m taking in so much information that I can’t even process what she’s insinuating, so I simply squeeze her hand.
Davis responds. “Like I said. Everyone is different. Just like there are some subs who get what they need from a spanking alone, there are also littles who do too.”
All my questions about where sex comes into age play are running through my head. I’m not remotely sure anyone has made it clear either.
Davis moves Britney from between his legs to one side. He cups her face and meets her gaze. “You still okay with this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t have to be. I won’t be mad if you don’t want to perform for Colt.”
Part of me wants to interject and stop them, but I don’t. Mostly because there’s more going on here than just how I feel. I sense that this is a line Britney needs to cross for some reason too.
“I want you to spank me, Daddy.”
He strokes her cheek and kisses her gently on the lips. “Good girl.” He doesn’t look back at us as he lowers her over his lap.
I don’t move a muscle, praying to God I don’t gasp or react in any way. It seems like Eve is intentionally grounding me, as if she knows I need someone to help me through this.
I’ve watched porn. I’ve seen spankings. On my computer.
This is not my computer.
I hold my breath while Davis pushes Britney’s dress up her back, higher than necessary, and my pulse races when he lowers her tights and panties down to her knees.
I’m sitting at an angle to them, close to her feet. Close enough to see everything.
Davis pulls her hands to the small of her back and clasps her wrists together. He palms her bottom before nudging her thighs. “Spread your knees wider, sweetie.”
She obliges him, stretching her panties and tights.
I don’t look away, because that would defeat the purpose here, but holy shit, I can see her pussy. It’s shaved bare and glistening with arousal. She’s squirming too. This gets her off.
Eve pulls her hand from my grip and sets it on top of mine instead. I was probably squeezing too tight. She snuggles closer. “He’s not going to injure her,” she whispers. “No one gets hurt. Just hard enough to sting for a few hours. In her case, it’s meant to remind her not to repeat whatever disobedient thing she did to end up over his knee.”
I nod, about half-understanding.
Davis lifts his hand and lands the first swat, making me flinch. Britney doesn’t move much.
Eve holds on to me. Damn, she’s amazing. She’s comforting me after I’ve spent the entire evening wishing I could comfort her.
Davis starts out slow and picks up the pressure and speed, spanking one cheek then the other, making sure to cover every inch of her skin which is turning bright pink. When he strikes her at the juncture of her cheeks with her thighs, she lifts her head and moans. “Daddy…”
He smooths his palm over her heated skin. “You’re doing well, sweetie. Keep your knees apart. You don’t have permission to come.”
She whimpers. Her pussy is so wet.
My cock is fucking hard. That in and of itself is unnerving.
“Five more, sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is wobbly.
He lands three more swats on her upper cheeks and the last two in that sweet spot again, one on each side.
She stiffens as he finishes, panting.
“That’s my good girl.” He rubs her bottom again. It’s bright pink now and admittedly sexy.
“Please, Daddy…” she begs, though I’m not sure what for.
He stands her on wobbly feet and pulls her panties and tights back up before tugging her between his legs.
She must have some tears because he wipes her cheeks with his thumbs.
I can’t see her face from this angle.
“Deep breaths.”
She draws in a huge breath.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you for accepting a spanking in front of our guests, and we both know you didn’t really do anything to deserve it, so I will reward you
