“Tell me, little girl,” I pushed.
“I’m very… umm… I’m very… wet,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“What’s wet, Cami-girl? Be specific,” I continued.
“My… my… pussy,” she stammered nervously.
“Good girl. Now lower your dress and you may go sit down for dinner. You will think about how I’m going to bare that pretty little bottom for a hard spanking later. Do you understand me?”
“I understand,” she mumbled, her gorgeous blush never fading. She slowly made her way to the seat across from me and sat down, squirming a little as she settled in. Her entire focus was somewhere else, likely struggling with her shame and arousal and the anticipation of knowing I was going to punish her later.
I’d never met anyone like her, and I knew I never would again.
I’d been careful in the past. My work didn’t allow me much free time, but I had dated a few women in the course of my life. The relationships hadn’t worked out for a variety of reasons, but only a few of them had ended up over my knee for one reason or another, all of them willing. None of them had reacted with raw desire like Cami.
With her, I wanted this. No. I needed it.
Every single thing she did told me she wanted it too.
Sure, she was young, and it might cause me some trouble in the future when it came to running for office or something, but she was worth the risk. She would be worth everything. In the end, I wanted her to choose to be mine.
I took a deep breath, watching as she squirmed in that chair. I bet she was soaking right through her panties. With a slight grin, I texted my chef, letting him know that he could bring dinner in. I would draw out her anticipation, punishing her with her own desire until I saw fit to deal with it myself.
“I saw you watching me when I was swimming earlier, Cami,” I began.
“I wasn’t… I was just walking by,” she stammered.
“Do not lie to me, Cami-girl,” I warned, and her lips opened in the cutest little gasp. She played with the hem of the tablecloth, looking anywhere but at me.
“I… yes. I watched you swim,” she admitted.
I smiled. She was a naughty girl and in need of a very firm hand from time to time, but at heart, I knew she was a good girl. She wanted to please me and that made my own heart pulse with feeling.
“Did you like what you saw?” I asked and she squirmed even more.
I heard the meal cart roll into the room and glanced to the side to see Richard bringing in all the food, but I turned back to Cami almost immediately. He served the table and her face turned as red as a tomato. I wasn’t about to let her off the hook though.
“I asked you a question, Cami. I can ask my chef to go fetch me that wooden spoon, if necessary,” I threatened. In the future, I’d probably be much firmer with her, but not yet. I would give her as many chances as she needed today.
“Yeah. I mean… You swam really well,” she stalled, and I smirked at her efforts.
“That’s not why you were watching, was it?” I pushed.
“Well… no…” she whispered. The chef finished preparing the table and slowly uncovered our plates. I’d had him prepare a massive spread of Italian dishes because it was quickly becoming one of Cami’s favorites. Her eyes bulged when she took in the cheese-laden garlic bread laid out right in front of her.
“Thank you, chef,” I offered with a smile, and she echoed my sentiments. I waited until he left the room before I continued figuring out the naughty little girl sitting here with me at the table.
“Did you enjoy watching me swim as much as I enjoyed watching you come?” I said boldly and she coughed in surprise. Her eyes went wide, and her face turned even redder, revealing her feelings without even saying a word.
“You wanted to see something you didn’t get to see this morning, didn’t you?” I pressed. Her eyes glanced downward right at my cock for just a moment before she remembered herself. Her gaze tore away just as quickly, her expression nothing but aroused guilt.
“I… I don’t… I didn’t…” she murmured. My cock was impossibly hard. I wanted nothing more than to sink myself inside her tight little pussy.
“You wanted to see because you wondered how it would have felt if you had bent over that table this morning,” I pressed.
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her pretty little face told me everything. I swallowed hard. It was now or never.
“I will give you another two choices. This time, perhaps you’ll choose what you really want instead of being sassy,” I continued. She squirmed in her chair, but her attention was fully on me. She wanted to be given the option. She liked having the choice.