Page 83 of Merciless Daddy
He could see what the conversation was doing to me. My nipples were hard beneath the sweater. My whole body felt tuned too tight.
“Corner time,” he repeated.
“Yes. I know it’s silly b—”
“For what?”
“Deliberate disobedience. Low stakes.”
“Never mistakes.”
“Never.”
“Never fear responses.”
“Never.”
“Never genuine danger or failure to understand an instruction.”
I nodded, the heat dangerously spreading through me.
He wrote each exclusion.
The care he took with them made the arousal worse.
“And spanking,” I said quickly.
His pen stopped.
The silence became heavy.
I forced myself to meet his eyes.
“Spanking?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
“Hand?”
My pussy clenched.
“Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
“Perhaps a belt. Eventually. Not at first. We could explore.”
His breathing changed.
He wrote slowly.
“I’d want you bare, if you’re agreeable.”
My face burned.
“Yes. I’m agreeable.”
“Over my knee?”
