“Yes, Sir.” He’s done his research. He’s also watched a lot this evening.
“Do you have a safeword you like to use?”
“Broccoli,” I tell him, shuddering.
He chuckles. “Your little doesn’t like broccoli.”
“Bleh.” I make a face. I’m totally aware that this is a strange detail about me. My adult is perfectly fine with broccoli, but years ago I decided little Eve wouldn’t like it, so she doesn’t.
“Broccoli it is then. Use it if you need me to stop at any time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Since I’m the newbie in this room, there are a few things I’m not sure of. I assume Davis and Britney have seen you naked more than I have.”
I flush. It’s a strange fact. “Yes, Sir.”
“So, you’re okay with me taking off your clothes?”
“Yes, Sir.” Looking forward to it.
“How do you feel about restraints?”
“Either way.” I bite my lip and add, “Usually I behave enough to do as I’m told when I’m being spanked, but there is nothing usual about our dynamic, so I can’t promise how I’m going to react. You’ll have to wing it.”
He smiles. “Noted. On a scale of one to ten, what’s your pain tolerance? How hard do you like to be spanked?”
I meet his gaze. “Seven?”
“Are you asking me?” he teases.
I shake my head. “No. I’m just not sure. This is…different.”
“Okay, winging that one too then. Ready?”
I nod.
He lifts a brow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I think I want more, Eve.”
“Please spank me, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He lifts my dress over my head, leaving me in my panties, knee socks, and shoes. I shiver. My nipples harden immediately. Already, this is different. I’m so aroused by Colt. I’ve never been down this path. It’s going to be interesting.
He cups my boobs and flicks his thumbs over my nipples, making me whimper. It’s hard to keep my hands at my sides. “Even though Davis and Britney have seen you naked, they aren’t used to seeing you aroused, are they?”
I swallow and shake my head.
“They don’t see you moan and whimper, do they, baby?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur. He’s making me feel like this is the first time I’ve been naked. He’s doing it on purpose. It’s hot.
He circles me and angles me so that I’m facing my friends where they’re sitting while Britney recovers. From behind, he cups my tits before pinching both nipples and twisting them slightly. His lips come to my ear as I lift onto my toes, writhing under his touch. “They’ve never seen your pretty little nipples hard and needy, have they?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper.
He strokes them several more times before rounding back to stand in front of me. He squats down so that we’re eye level, his hands on my hips. “Are your panties wet with anticipation?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slides his hands around to my bottom and grips it, the cotton of my panties the only barrier between us. When he kisses my belly button, I shiver. When he lowers his mouth to kiss my mound, I grab his shoulders.
“Do you like knowing your friends are going to watch me spank you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is wobbly. I can hardly form words.
“They’re going to watch you come so hard that you scream. Does that excite you?”
I nod this time.
He trails his fingers between my legs at the elastic along the sides of my pussy. When he pulls it away and releases it with a snap, I gasp. “Shall I take these off now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slides them down my legs and I step out of them, leaving me still in my socks and shoes. It would seem he wants to keep those on me. After stuffing my panties in his front jeans pocket, he grabs my hips and leans forward to kiss my pussy again, his tongue reaching out to flick over my clit.
I hold his shoulders to keep from falling. My legs will give out if he keeps this up.
“Do you remember how wet Britney was while Davis spanked her the other night and again tonight?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“I bet you’re that wet now, aren’t you?”
I nod, biting my lip. How does he do it? How is he so dominant after less than a week of education? It’s natural to him.
He finally stands and takes my hand, leading me to the bench. When we arrive, he lifts me onto it, and I settle my knees and forearms on the padded platforms. He circles around me, slowly adjusting the four padded sections so that I can comfortably reach each of them. He notably spreads my knees wider than necessary.
My butt is facing Davis and Britney. I know they can see my glistening arousal. It’s weird for me because they’ve never seen me so raw and sexual. Just little. But I’m not embarrassed. In fact, I’m kind of excited for someone to witness my strange unveiling. A new side of me. I might not understand it, but at least someone will know it happened. When I doubt this experience ever occurred months from now, I can always double-check with Britney.
Colt strokes my butt cheeks with his palms for a long time, helping me settle down and relax. I wonder if he knows this. He’s preparing me mentally. Finally, he steps to one side and sets his hand on the center of my bottom. The first swat makes me flinch, but it doesn’t hurt. It was very gentle. He peppers me with several more like it, warming me up.
After a few minutes, he increases the pressure, spanking me all over. I can feel the heat and the sting, but it’s more soothing than painful so far. He stops, rubs the skin, and leans toward my face. “How are you doing, baby?”
“Good, Sir.”
“Can I strike harder?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.” He resumes, his swats coming less frequently but with more intensity. It feels so good. There’s nothing like this feeling in
