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  Her ponytail flipped over her shoulder as she turned her head, craning her neck to look at him. The expression on her face was slightly disbelieving. "You're asking me that now?"

  Smack!

  The little squeal of surprise as his hand slapped against the soft curve of her bottom was more than a little satisfying. While he was fairly certain she hadn't meant to brat, he wasn't going to let her get away with talking to him like that either.

  "Yes, I'm asking you that now," he said firmly, hiding his amusement. "Now seems like the perfect time. So, little Miss Melody, I'll ask again. Have you been spanked before?"

  She peeked back over her shoulder at him. "Sort of? Not like this. Just during, um, you know... sex."

  Her voice dropped on the last word, turning it into almost a whisper, and Kawan had to clench his jaw to keep from laughing. She was so adorably sexy and he doubted she knew it. That little prudish streak contrasted with her presence here at the club, but somehow it fit her perfectly.

  "Alright then. Since you haven't had one like this before, I want you to use the club safe word if it becomes too much. If you need me to slow down, just say 'yellow,' and if you need me to stop then say 'red'."

  He really had intended to just show Melody around and get a feel for what she might be interested in. Maybe give her a few small demonstrations if there were any toys she wanted to try, just so she could see how they felt... but then she'd deliberately and obviously angled for a spanking. That she'd done so over his question about Daddy Doms, well... it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

  "Yes, um, Sir." She glanced at him nervously again, flipping her head so that her high ponytail ended up on the other side of her neck.

  "Call me Daddy, sweetheart," he told her, lifting his hand above the spot he'd been rubbing. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you since this is your first time."

  SMACK!

  The first slap against her skin was a measured one. It was more sound than sensation, but would definitely sting enough to get her attention. She squeaked, jerking in surprise. Kawan was already rubbing the spot he'd just spanked before lifting his hand again to give her a matching one on the other side.

  SMACK!

  "Oh!" she yelped, bucking. He grinned in appreciation.

  While scening with someone completely new to the scene could occasionally be fraught with potential emotional pitfalls, there was also something supremely satisfying about their first reactions to everything. There was as much shock in her voice as there was arousal, as if she couldn't quite believe she was allowing him to do this.

  That she didn't immediately scream for him to stop or try to roll away was a good sign.

  Kawan began to spank her with swift, short smacks that would sting as they slowly heated her bottom, but wouldn't be too painful. Every few swats, he paused to rub her warmed skin. The previously pale white was now pink, like her blushes, and she was squirming delightfully on his lap, still gasping every time his palm came down.

  This is easy?

  Melody yelped as Kawan's hand came down again, smacking against already stinging, hot flesh. The heat growing in her bottom burned, but not entirely unpleasantly. Each new swat made her wish he'd stop, but then the burn would sink in, making her feel even hotter in a different way.

  She knew about the chemical reaction happening in her brain. Adrenaline and endorphins were being released. Epinephrine and norepinephrine were responses to pain that explained the rush she was feeling as the spanking continued, hurting more and yet turning her on more as well. But knowing what was happening and actually experiencing it were two very different things.

  "Ow! Ow!" She squirmed, throwing her hand back over her burning cheeks. She could feel how hot to the touch her skin had become when he spanked a particularly sensitive spot.

  Without missing a beat, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, settling her hand down in the center of her lower back, and then his other hand came down again.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Tears smarted in her eyes as she yelped and wriggled, her pussy gushing in response to his easy domination.

  Say yellow, urged part of her brain, you don't have to do this.

  But I want to! The answer was a wail from deep inside, a part of her that had been wanting a man to come and take control of her, a part of her that loved a bite of pain with her pleasure, a part of her that had been mostly ignored, pushed down, and rarely indulged.

  A part of her that was loving every moment of this. A part of her that was mentally recording every second of it, knowing that she'd be masturbating to this memory for the rest of her life.

  His strong grip on her wrist. The heavy weight pressing down on her lower back to keep her in place. The firm, stinging slaps of his palm against her butt cheeks. The press of his cock into her side as he spanked her. The shifting muscles of his legs as he moved her forward slightly, giving him even better access to her upturned ass.

  The new angle put the top of her mound right against his thigh and Melody instinctively spread her legs a little further, trying to get more contact. Oh! It felt like lightning striking, a shot of electricity straight through her pleasure centers, zinging through her body, narrowing the distance between ecstasy and pain.

  She finally understood what people meant when they said 'it hurt so good'.

  By the time Kawan had both cheeks glowing pink, Melody was rubbing herself against his leg, practically writhing. All semblance of the self-contained young woman he'd met in the courtroom was gone; she'd turned into a creature of pure sexual need, submitting to the spanking, submitting to his dominance over her. His cock ached, but if spanking her hadn't been in his plans, sex definitely wasn't. They hadn't talked about it beforehand, and she certainly wasn't in the right frame of mind to give informed consent.

  Right now he could probably suggest whatever he wanted to her and she would say yes. Knowing he'd brought her to that point was satisfaction in and of itself, and it would be enough for tonight.

  He squeezed each dark pink cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palm, digging his fingers in enough to make her groan and squirm even more. The small movements against his cock were little teases for him to enjoy.

  This time when she turned her head to look back at him, her eyes were filled with pleading need and sparkling tears. Her cheeks were flushed and wisps of hair had escaped her ponytail to flutter around her face. Just that one look made his groin throb in response. That expression was one that every Dom endeavored to put on the face of any sub he was playing with.

  Little Miss Melody liked being spanked. And Kawan was thoroughly enjoying being the one to deliver her first.

  "Please," she whispered, arching her back, rubbing against his hand like a cat in heat.

  "Please what, baby girl?" he asked, and felt her bottom quiver in reaction to the endearment. He traced his fingers over the sodden fabric of her panties, which were clinging to the swollen lips of her pussy. For a moment, it almost seemed as though her eyes were about to roll up into her head. She was so close to orgasming, it wouldn't take much to tip her over the edge. Kawan had something he wanted from her first though.

  "Please... I need to... I can't..." she stammered, struggling for the vocabulary to express what she wanted, needed.

  "You don't have to find the right words, baby girl. I'll give you what you need." He rubbed the outside of her panties for emphasis, right around her swollen clit, and she let out a little cry as her hips bucked slightly. "But what do you call me?"

  "Daddy! Please, Daddy!"

  She'd thought she'd feel silly saying it.

  She should have felt silly saying it.

  But somehow it fit, somehow it sounded right, the same way it had when he'd called her 'baby girl'.

  And the reward...

  Daddy Kawan moved his finger, no longer circling her clit, but rubbing the little nubbin directly and Melody cried out as ecstasy seemed to explode outward from his touch. Hot waves of rapture billow
ed through her, assuaging the demanding need of her body, even as her muscles clenched emptily around nothing.

  It was white noise and bright fire bursts of pleasure, swamping her senses, and carrying her away.

  She writhed, pressing the front of her mound against the hard muscle of his thigh, sobbing out with the sexual rapture that kept going and going as his fingers skillfully wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her overheated body. He didn’t stop until she was practically limp and insensate over his thighs, panting for breath, and dizzy from the intense sensations that had wracked her.

  When he lifted her up, curling her on his lap, that was when she finally felt the afterburn of the spanking he’d given her. It hurt more now than it had when he’d been actually spanking her, although it still felt good in a way too. She wriggled, trying to get comfortable, and then realized why she couldn’t.

  He was still hard.

  "Oh! I..." She looked down, trying to shift her hips away as she wondered what she was supposed to do. Something, of course, but what?

  "Stop that, baby girl," he said sternly, pulling her closer again, one hand sliding up her back to guide her head down to his shoulder, while the other firmly gripped her thigh to keep her in place. "Stay right where you are. I want to cuddle you."

  Melody bit her lip and tried to relax. To her surprise, she didn't have to try very hard. It was shockingly easy to just sink into his embrace, especially because she knew that's what he wanted her to do. Because he'd told her so. It was so much easier to just let go and let him take control, knowing that he'd tell her what he wanted from her.

  She closed her eyes, letting out her breath on a long sigh. Lassitude settled over her limbs, reminding her of how wrung out she was. She couldn't remember ever feeling this satisfied, this fulfilled before. Definitely not after sex.

  Not that they'd even had sex.

  What would sex with him be like?

  Melody wasn't sure she'd survive it.

  But oh, to make the attempt...

  Chapter 6

  With Melody snuggled up on his lap, Kawan motioned to one of the passing servers that he needed a water. Once he'd made clear what his wishes were, she'd completely relaxed against him with a little contented sigh, and he didn't want to move her until he absolutely had to.

  This was...

  Perfection. It was exactly what he'd been missing. What the Daddy Dom part of him had been needing. What he'd hoped to eventually find by being able to attend Black Light regularly. While he’d played since the disastrous end of his last relationship, none of those scenes had felt anything like this. Hell, he’d completely forgotten about Krissy once he’d run into Melody, until now.

  When the server brought him a bottle of water, Kawan thanked her before shifting Melody on his lap to stir her. She wasn't asleep, but she might as well have been. The hazy, muzzy headspace wasn't subspace, but a kind of afterglow that could follow a good scene. He'd be surprised if she realized she'd already been snuggling with him for close to ten minutes.

  Shifting her on his lap, he could feel the heat from her bottom through the fabric of his pants. It wasn't the hardest spanking he'd ever given a woman, but for a first spanking it had been thorough and entirely pleasurable. She'd be feeling it for a few more hours, although she should be back to normal by tomorrow morning.

  "Open, baby girl," he said, lifting the water bottle to her lips.

  Still looking a little dazed, her mouth popped open, and he saw the moment she realized how thirsty she was. Kawan couldn't help but indulge in a little fantasy of doing this with her with a bottle or sippy cup sometime... having a woman so completely dependent on him was just one of his kinks. He didn't know how to explain it. While he'd fed, burped, and changed plenty of actual babies and small children, it never affected what he wanted from a woman.

  Kawan was a caretaker, through and through. In some ways, age-play was role-playing, but for him it was so much more than that. He couldn't be in a relationship without slipping into a Daddy Dom headspace regularly. Not that that always ended well. Darkly, he pushed those thoughts away and refocused on the present. On Melody.

  He thought he'd picked up on some signs that Melody might be a little, or at least willing to play as a little. Hopefully he wasn't just misreading things because of his own desires.

  When she finally stopped drinking, she blinked, seeming to come back to herself, and then she immediately blushed when she looked at him. Kawan grinned.

  "How are you feeling, baby girl?"

  "Good, um... good." She wriggled slightly, her brow furrowing as she felt his erection jerk against her. Glancing down between their bodies, she bit her lower lip. "Um, shouldn't I be doing something about that?"

  "Not tonight," he said firmly. The little pout that formed on her lips at his words made him smile. "You weren't planning on playing tonight, remember? So I want you to go home and think about whether or not you'd like to come back, with the intention of playing... hopefully with me."

  He tugged on her ponytail as she blushed and ducked her head. When she opened her mouth to answer, he put one finger up to quiet her and gave her a stern look.

  "I don't want you to answer me right now. I'm serious about going home and thinking about it once you're away from me and the club. This was your first time, so once you've had some space, you might realize that while you enjoyed tonight, you'd prefer a different partner. Or a different kink. I'm a Daddy Dom and being a baby girl or a little isn't something that appeals to everyone. I want you to take the time to think about what you want." He kept toying with her hair, winding the soft strands around his fingers as he spoke.

  As much as he hoped he'd hear from her again, he knew there was a possibility that she might decide she didn't want what he did. Especially since this had been her first time scening. They definitely had chemistry, which was a point in his favor.

  "What do you want?" she asked. Her voice was a little bit higher, a little bit softer, a little more girlish. Kawan could very easily see her as a baby girl—his baby girl. But it was up to her.

  "I want to get to know you a little better," he said easily. "I want a baby girl to care for, spoil, and punish. I've been attracted to you from the moment I met you, so if both of those wants align, that would make me very happy. But if they don't, I'd be happy to see you here at Black Light again anyway, for an occasional scene if you're amenable."

  Her lips formed a little 'o' but she didn't quite seem to know how to respond.

  "Here," he said, holding the bottle back up. "Drink."

  Even though she'd already had a spectacular orgasm, Melody felt her insides clenching a little bit.

  Daddy Kawan.

  That was definitely how he was now embedded in her thoughts. It suited him so much better than Mr. Park or Sir.

  As much as she wanted to tell him that everything he described sounded like exactly what she wanted, she also knew that she was flying high on the chemical afterglow of pleasure. Now was not the time to be making decisions. She was thinking clearly enough to know that.

  Approaching movement caught her eye, reminding her that they weren't alone. Somehow she'd blocked out everything else and now it all came rushing back as she looked up to see Peggy nearly upon them. Most of her make-up had been wiped off and she seemed more subdued than usual, although also kind of dreamy. Behind her, Elliott stood back, arms crossed over his chest, a blank expression on his face.

  Melody couldn't help but wonder how much of her spanking they'd seen... maybe they hadn't seen any of it or maybe they'd watched the whole thing. She'd been so caught up with Daddy Kawan that she'd pretty much forgotten the rest of the world existed.

  She found that she resented the intrusion.

  "Excuse me," Peggy said, her gaze flickering between Melody and Kawan, as if she wasn't sure whom she should be addressing, before finally settling on Melody. "Elliott and I are ready to head out. Do you want to stay here or come with us?"

  Normally such a question fr
om Peggy would be a bit whiny or posed as a challenge, as if asking Melody to choose between her and whomever Melody was with. This time, she just sounded like she didn't care either way. Wow. Whatever Elliott had done to give her an attitude adjustment had really worked.

  But even though Peggy wasn't angling to ensure Melody left with them, she really should go.

  She had planned to leave with them after all. And apparently she had a few things she needed to think about, although deep down she was pretty sure what her answer was going to be. But she also appreciated that he wanted to be sure she knew what she was getting into.

  Because right now it would be so easy to throw all caution to the wind and beg him to be her Daddy... something she had never ever considered actually doing in real life, because she hadn't anticipated ever meeting a Dom who was interested in her, much less a Daddy Dom. Since he wasn't speaking up to say that she should stay, that pretty much clinched her answer.

  She looked up at Kawan, feeling both reluctant and somehow shy. "I should probably go."

  A little part of her was disappointed when he nodded, rather than telling her to stay. But she'd expected it too, so it was only a very little part.

  She glanced at Peggy, giving her a little smile. "I'll come with you two, just give me a sec."

  Nodding, Peggy turned away, trotting back to Elliott, so that Melody could focus on Kawan.

  "Think about what I said," he said, giving her ponytail a final little tug that made her scalp tingle. "Do you still have my number?" She nodded. Even though she didn't expect to need a lawyer again, she'd held on to his card, not wanting to throw it away. "Good. Call me when you have an answer."

  Melody nodded again and this time he raised his eyebrow at her. She blushed.

  "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, blushing even more furiously. Grinning, he used her ponytail to pull her down for a brief kiss, making her squirm a little. He was still hard.