There was something in the girl’s expression – the tilt of her smirk that Valentine didn’t allow himself to acknowledge just yet. Instead, the Commander focused on listening to what she needed – it wasn’t hard, not when all his senses demanded he did so. He held Charlotte’s wide gaze with a seriousness that his tone helped drive home:
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Charlotte.” He leaned back just a bit. “You’ll take off your bottoms. Leave your underwear on. I will hold you down and spank you for as long as you need. You will give me your safewords – or, if you chose to – we can simply use the stoplights. You can beg and say no, everything you do is allowed and welcomed. You don’t have to count, I won’t stop until you’re where you need to be.” Valentine could tell she needed to cry, needed the catharsis of it. And that he could give her. “Understood?”
Her eyes widened in surprise when he said he would spank her. It was one of her favourite things but one that she rarely got outside of punishments and she hadn’t even had that many of them recently. “I understand and I’ll use the stoplights today,” she said, her stomach bubbling with excitement at the feeling she knew came from the pain of spanking and how it would last for a few days. “Are you using your hand or something else?” she asked, her gaze drawn to his belt but there were various items around her house, particularly in her kitchen if he wanted one of them.
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