Page 60 of Daddy's Lesson

“Are you using your safeword?”

I thought about it for a second. Did I want to safeword? Did I need to? I took silent stock of the situation. “No, but?—”

Lennon spanked me hard, and on my damp bottom the sting was intense.

“You have safewords for a reason. If you are not using one, then you have no control. I am not crossing any of your hard limits.”

I clenched my jaw and tightened my fists. Why did this feel like the hardest feat in the world? Lennon had seen every inch of me. What made this so different?

“Do you need more spankings to obey? Maybe Daddy needs to punish this little asshole with a bigger plug?”

“No, Daddy.”

His threat did the job, and my frozen body came unstuck, allowing me to climb up onto the bed. Taking a deep fortifying breath, I laid down and turned onto my back, making sure to keep my eyes closed, as if I could somehow hide myself from him.

“Good girl,” Lennon praised as he moved to the head of the bed. “I’m going to bind your wrists and ankles, but if they are too tight, or if at any point you feel any tingling in your fingers or toes, you need to tell me immediately, okay?”

“Yes Daddy.” I whispered. I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. I took long, slow deep breaths in an effort to slow my heart rate. Thankfully I was lying down, because with the way my head was spinning, I would probably pass out.

He moved around the bed, wrapping my wrists and ankles in the warm, padded cuffs. I didn’t hate how they felt. They were like little hugs, and I actually found them calming.

“Good girl. You look so pretty all tied up waiting for Daddy to play with your body however he sees fit.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped my lips.

“Explain that thought, please,” he commanded in a way that told me it was not a request.

Shit.

I knew I wasn’t going to be able to talk my way out of what he likely already knew, and I was a really terrible liar. Sighing, I explained my trepidation. “I don’t know how you look at me and see anything beautiful. My body is old and sagging and I have wrinkles and… I’m old, Lennon. You’re so young and attractive and fit. You could have your pick of any woman that walks into your sex club. I can’t give you what someone like that can give you. What do you even see in me?”

He took a big breath. “I hear what you’re saying Zoe, I really do. But you’re wrong. You have no idea how beautiful you are, and when you’ve seen as many naked and willing submissives as I have, then you can disagree with me, but until the,n you do not get to decide what is pleasing to me. Are you visually attractive to me? Fuck, yes. But it’s more than that. It goes way deeper than that.”

Listening to him talk was hard, but I tried to believe what he was saying. I tried not to think about the fact that when the newness of whatever we were doing wore off, he would be gone. I didn’t want to worry about the future; I wanted to live in the moment. I wanted to learn and experience.

“This is the perfect way to start this exercise I have planned. Open your eyes, Zoe.”

I popped my eyes open quickly, not even realizing I'd had them closed. Unfortunately, when I did, I discovered a startling surprise.

“When did you have a mirror installed over my bed?” I screeched.

“While we were out.” He smiled proudly. “Don’t worry, if you decide you hate it, we can take it dow?—”

“I hate it.” I interrupted him immediately. “Take it down.”

He raised his brows. “Interrupting people is rude, little Picasso,” he reprimanded.

“I’m sorry. But I hate it. I really hate it.” I shook my head because it was the only body part I could move.

“I quite like it.” He looked up and made eye contact with me through the mirror before lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers in a goofy wave. “But if you hate it that much, we can take it down after our lesson this evening. Speaking of lessons, that’s enough stalling. Daddy has a pussy to eat. I want you to keep your eyes open at all times. If I catch them closed, you will earn a demerit. Got it?”

“What’s a demerit mean?”

“Keep your eyes open and you won’t have to find out.” Lennon smiled as he knelt at the foot of the bed.

I couldn’t see what he was doing unless I watched through the mirror, so it was actually a handy tool as long as I wasn’t hyper focusing on all of my imperfections. Or maybe it wasn’t. I laid there while Lennon just stared, unmoving, at my spread legs. It was uncomfortable, and I found myself unable to keep still under his gaze.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a far whinier voice than I was comfortable with.