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Chapter Seven
Huxley
The past hour had been nothing short of whiplash, but walking out of that back room with Shannon on his arm made it all worthwhile. Goodness was she lovely. And a tempting amount of saucy. If he were a more sensible man he wouldn’t pursue her but he’d always been a romantic. And Lo wasn’t here to stop him. Which was his own damn fault.
Huxley shut the door behind them and surveyed the room in front of them. So many people enjoying themselves in so many ways, and he couldn’t help but picture enjoying Shannon in some of the same ways.
“What kind of fun were you thinking?” he asked.
“I, um, really like being spanked.”
“Well, I’d very much like to spank you so that sounds like a good place to start.”
Yes, having Shannon ass up over his lap or draped over a spanking bench would basically be a fantasy coming true. Which was something he ought to mention to her.
“I should also tell you… I think I mentioned I’ve been wanting this for a very long time.”
“You did.”
“I’ve fantasized about this for so long, visualized spanking partners for as long as I can remember, but my real life experience is somewhat lacking. Due to my job, I felt I couldn’t risk being seen at a place like this or have a disgruntled or bribed partner come forward about what I was into. So I’m well-studied but I haven’t exactly completed the lab section of this class if you know what I mean.”
Why was he beating around the bush, given where they were and what they were about to do? But it wasn’t easy to admit he wasn’t experienced, that he hadn’t been spanking women for years upon years, that he wasn’t some sort of impact play maestro. Being a novice didn’t seem like something that would be particularly attractive to a woman who salivated over authority figures.
Indeed, Shannon’s brows crunched together and Hux hoped with all his heart she wasn’t about to give him the brush off. It would be her prerogative of course, and he’d understand. It was her body. Did she really want to put herself in the hands of someone who didn’t know precisely what they were doing? He couldn’t say he’d accept his own proposition if their positions were reversed.
“I guess this is a good place to practice?” she offered, still not looking enthralled with the idea.
“Yes, and I promise to take it slow, and check in with you frequently. I’m very good at taking feedback. Just ask my bossy ass brother.”
Shannon’s laugh was enchanting and made him want to make her laugh again and again. If only he were a comedian instead of a politician. Politicians weren’t known for their sense of humor and to be honest, it would be odd for that to be one of their defining characteristics. He’d always had better luck with earnestness.
“That’s a good start. And there are an awful lot of people around here who know what they’re doing. Maybe someone would be happy to give you some pointers? Despite having been spanked quite a few times, I know nothing about technique.”
Huxley was a proud person, but not so proud he wouldn’t ask for help when the chance to spank a gorgeous and compelling woman like Shannon was on the line. Hell, he would earn a goddamn doctorate in the impact arts from Spanking U if that’s what would make her feel comfortable handing herself over.
“Good idea. Looks as though Hudson is occupied”—the mountainous man looked to be giving a tour of the place to a middle-aged couple whose eyes were as big as saucers—“and I don’t see Ryker”—who was intimidating as hell anyhow—“but Ian is over there with their little Cosima.”
Cosima was darling. In a different adorable outfit every time he saw her, and constantly being snuggled or carried or petted by one if not more of her partners. Daddies? But Ryker didn’t strike him as the daddy type. Perhaps he was but only behind closed doors with his precious little girl? Didn’t matter and wasn’t really his business. He did like Ian who reminded him of his goofy youngest brother, Keaton.
He led Shannon over to the couple and reintroduced himself to Ian and Cosima.
“I’m new here, obviously,” he told them, “but also relatively new to kink as a whole. I was wondering if you might give me some advice so this won’t be the last time Shannon volunteers her backside as tribute.”
“Oh, for sure,” Ian responded. “I wish more people would ask. How do you want to do this? Coco, you wanna be my demo bottom?”
“You mean my bottom as your demo bottom?” she asked, mischief sparkling in her eyes that were a few shades more golden than his own, before she giggled at her own joke.
“Yes, little miss sassy princess. This bottom,” he told her, reaching under a glittery green skirt and apparently squeezing her backside hard, because the little girl squealed.
“Um, okay.”
“That’s what I thought. Now why don’t we show Elder and Shannon how it’s done before your saucy attitude gets you into any trouble?”
“Yes, Papa,” she said in a sweet little singsong voice that said she was not at all concerned about actually being punished for her innocent jokes.
Huxley knew, of course, that daddies had a range of strictness and Ian and Cosima would have negotiated what behavior would garnish a negative consequence. But he couldn’t imagine being the kind of daddy who didn’t want his little girl to be sweet and silly. Speaking of, Cosima had grabbed Shannon’s hand and was tugging her over to an empty, wide spanking bench at a skip.
“Oh! Let’s grab this one. It’s one of my favorites,” he could hear her say on her way across the room.
