“Do you think you’ll remember that I’ll follow through with what I say next time, Cami-girl?” he asked.
I decided that I liked that nickname. It made me feel special.
“I’ll remember,” I mumbled, embarrassed and impossibly turned on.
Now that the spanking was over, I was very much aware of how hard his cock was beneath my belly. He’d said he would enjoy this, and he hadn’t been lying.
Knowing that made me even more aroused than before.
“Now stand up for me, naughty girl,” he instructed. I pushed back on shaky legs. As if he knew, he helped me up and then I was standing in front of him again. My dress had fallen, but he readjusted it to expose both my bottom and my pussy once again.
“Spread your legs, Cami,” he said darkly, and I blushed.
“But…” I muttered and his dark eyes met mine. They weren’t just firm or expectant anymore. There was something else there, and I swallowed hard. He was looking back at me with desire. Even though it was difficult for me, I spread my legs.
He pulled a cotton cloth out of his pocket.
“You’re very wet, little girl. I’m going to have to clean you off before I sit you down for breakfast with your well-spanked bottom bare for me, or else you’re going to leave a puddle beneath you,” he murmured, and I bit my lip in order to silence a cry.
I was too off balance to think of anything to say, so I just stood there and didn’t say anything at all. He pressed the cloth against my inner thigh, slowly wiping away my arousal. I whined quietly as he leisurely dragged the fabric along my legs, making sure to thoroughly clean them off before he pressed it directly against my pussy.
I gasped. My legs went weak.
His hand was… Oh, my god.
There was only that cloth between him and me now and it was so thin that it almost wasn’t even there at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he was finally touching me in the place that I’d been imagining all this time.
Just a handful of threads separated his fingers from my clit and my chest heaved up and down in response. He spent a few moments circling my needy bud directly, teasing me through the fabric, which was almost more than I could bear. Electric pulses of desire surged through me with powerful intensity, and I moaned. He pressed a bit harder, and I pitched forward, my hand catching his shoulder. His muscles flexed under my fingers, and he pulled his hand away.
I stood there needy and bereft of his touch. I wanted to ask him to touch me again, but I was too embarrassed to say anything at all. I studied him, trying to figure out what he would do next. My bottom burned, but I felt needy and aroused rather than like a punished little girl. Did he know what he was doing to me? Did he like it?
He stood up and took my hand in his, leading me over to the breakfast nook with my dress still hiked all the way up. I tried not to look out the windows, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t see anyone. The knowledge that someone could be there left my pussy throbbing anyway.
He pulled out my chair and guided me into it. The chair was covered in the same canvas fabric as the loveseat I’d just been spanked over.
“You will sit with your bright red bottom bare, naughty girl,” he purred, and I squeezed my thighs together, blushing hard. He pushed in the chair, and I was grateful for the tablecloth that at least partially covered me, but it still didn’t make this any less embarrassing.
Mason knew I was naked underneath that table.
“Okay,” I whispered, and my thighs rubbed together. Without thinking, I dropped my hands beneath the table. He cleared his throat, and I froze, looking up at him quickly.
“You will keep your hands on the table, Cami,” he instructed. He lifted an eyebrow and glanced down, insinuating that I was about to do something a whole lot naughtier right there in front of him.
“I wasn’t…” I began and he shook his head.
“Do you need another spanking right here at the breakfast table?” he asked dangerously, and I shook my head.
“No,” I squeaked.
“Hands on the table, little girl. I’m going to call for breakfast now. You will sit here while I go retrieve it,” he directed, and I blushed harder.
“Is someone going to come in here?” I exclaimed anxiously.
“No,” he answered firmly. His eyes had darkened possessively, and I glanced shyly down at the table. “I’m the only one that will deal with you when you’ve been a naughty girl.”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling a little at his words. My clit pulsed even harder, and I squirmed in my seat. I was growing wet again. I could feel it.
He picked up his phone and I quietly studied him. His stare never left mine, making me feel small and needy and so terribly aroused that I could hardly stand it.