Part 2: Sweet before Spicy
(NSFW: the dance continues)
Content: Daddy/girl, Mommy/girl, Daddy/Mommy, discipline role play. All characters are consenting adults
This is PART 2 of Sweet before Spicy. You can Read PART 1 here.
As the Daddy begins to relax, they turn their face to press into my belly, inhaling the scent of my evening. I know they’ll smell my sweat and my desire, mixed with those of the submissive who – only a few hours earlier – knelt before me, offering her upturned palms to receive the strike of my leather strap.
I’d worn the silk blouse specifically for that scene, along with a dark pencil skirt, and seamed stockings.
The sub and I had pre-agreed that I’d be her school ma’am; she was the errant pupil. I’d brought the strap across her trembling palms before progressing to her pale buttocks. By the time we’d finished, her arse was patterned with rising welts in a delicious array of colours. When she looked up at me through long eyelashes dripping with tears, I’d almost lost my cool and kissed her there and then. But instead, I took a breath, curbed my compulsion, and gently wiped the tears from her face with the pads of my thumbs. As she stammered her words of gratitude, I embraced her against my matronly bosom and praised her for her good behaviour.
Before we finished the scene, I whispered in her ear, “When you are in your bed tonight, you have my permission to touch yourself. But before you come, I want you to say my name out loud. Do you understand?”
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Caught up in my reverie, I realise my fingers have stopped playing with the Daddy’s curls. They are looking up at me with an expression that’s somewhere between a smirk and a question. “Don’t stop,” they say, and I realise this is a command, not a request.
My fingers go back to teasing and the Daddy sighs contentedly. I want to touch their face but I know that would feel too intrusive to them. So, I allow my thumbs and fingers to drift around the outlines of their ears, pausing when I reach their lobes and taking them more firmly in my grip. I’m watching the Daddy’s expression. If there’s a hint of a frown, I’ll back off.
I rub and tug at their earlobes, feeling a heady rush at this new level of intimacy. I imagine how it would feel to suck this part of them into my mouth, to feel my lips and tongue wrapped around them, my teeth nipping at their softness.
This small act creates a new flood of excitement in my crotch and I’m sure the Daddy must sense it because they allow themselves to groan a little. It’s a quiet sound but the vibrations make me throb all the more and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to retain my composure.
“Sit up,” I instruct and I’m slightly surprised when they comply. I slide out from under them and place a cushion where my lap was. “You can lie back again now.”
I take another sip from my tumbler while I assess the sofa situation. Yes, this will work.
“Mommy’s going to get a little more comfy,” I explain while I wiggle out of my skirt. I unbutton my blouse and take it off so I can remove my bra. Breasts free, I put the blouse back on but leave it open at the front so it caresses my shoulders and back, and – as I move – brushes over my nipples with featherlight kisses. My stockings stay on, too, but I step out of my knickers and deliberately leave them where they fall.
The Daddy has been watching me. And I’ve been watching them.
It’s a dance. And we’re both used to being the one who leads.
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