His Little Bird

Sacraficial Lamb

Birdie's POV:

"We both feel very differently about protocol... you feel like it removes you from me and I respect that and don't enforce protocol, but I feel like protocol is showing your dominant the utmost respect...

"I want you to show me the utmost respect at work. That's all I want. If protocol doesn't do it for us, then I'll take the next best thing, Little Bird."

"I don't want you to feel like you're settling for a subpar amount of respect, Master Ethan. You're much more deserving than that..."

"I didn't mean to make it sound that way. What I meant was that I'll take the utmost respect anyway I can... it doesn't have to be protocol, maybe the way you show me that level of respect is through your affection.

"All I want is to be respected, all the time of course, but especially when I'm at work. Does that make sense, Little Bird?" I nod my head and Ethan's lips twitch upward.

"What brought up this fear that I would not love you the same at work? Didn't I throw you across my desk and kiss you breathless when you came into my office?"

I blush profusely, realizing that he is right. "I suppose that was you—"

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, "You suppose it was me? Are you not sure they were my lips? Didn't I promise to fuck you over my desk too? Spank you?"

I turn my face away, my cheeks flaring up. "I'm not sure if you were so crass—"

"Crass?" Ethan interrupts indignantly. I giggle softly. Perhaps crass wasn't the correct word. He pushes me to grab onto the other side of the arm chair, so I'm bottom up.

"No!" I screech, well aware he plans to turn my behind different shades or pink for my comment. He chuckles warmly, keeping his hand on my back.

He doesn't spank me, but he doesn't let me up. "Forgive me, Little Bird. I don't believe I heard you correctly. Your squawking—"

It's my turn to screech indignantly now, "Squawking? Master Ethan, I—" I had all intentions to speak diplomatically, but when his hand kisses my behind, it slips away. "I don't squawk! Birds squawk and I'm not a bird and—Ow!"

His hand is rather harsh, not the playful swats from earlier.

"What were you squawking about?" He pauses, I look over my shoulder to check on my behind. It's already pink, but the coloring is quite becoming.

I purse my lips at his words and he raised a brow, daring me to say something.

"I wasn't squawk—"

He reins down on my bottom again and I squeal, my toes curling as my behind starts to really sting.

He pauses again, running his hand all over my bottom and down the back of my thighs. His hands are firm, but not groping as they roam.

I wait for him to challenge me again, but he doesn't, a small smile on his face as he caresses my pink bottom.

"This is quite a fun conversation, we should have it often." I smile and let out a soft laugh.

"I don't think I'll be able to have it often at this rate, you have a good hand though, Master Ethan." He pauses, his face pinching in concern.

"I didn't hurt you? Did I? I just meant to play, Little Bird. I'm sorry. I was just playing with you. I didn't mean to hurt you," he assures me, sitting me up and starting to pepper kisses all over me.

I smile, nuzzling into him. He didn't hurt me, but it was a good reminder that he has a good hand for punishment if he wants to. If that was him being playful, I hate to see him being serious.