"What is the other thing you want to start with, Daddy?" Emma asked. I'd said teaching her to address me properly would be one of the things we would begin with. I hoped only the threat of the paddle would make her remember my title, but I was ready to follow through if it wasn't the case.

"Your hesitation. And for this session, I do not want you to speak unless spoken to," I answered.

It was an annoyance of mine; her talking without permission. For now, I would hold it to this session. And then, for our next session, she would get the same order. It would be gradual, but I had the patience to wait until it was natural for her to not speak unless she was allowed. Of course, it would only be during plays. If I'd been her master instead of a dominant, that would be an entirely different matter. If I'd been her master...well, then I wouldn't limit it to scenes only.

Walking around her, I took in her position on the floor, trying to find any faults in it, but I didn't. At least her presentation wasn't something I needed to teach her. That one, she had fully perfected. It pleased me because that showed me how fast she could learn.

I stepped towards the chair by the window and sat down. My feet were spread wide enough to make space for Emma. "Today, we'll work on obeying orders without hesitation. There will be punishment if you do not follow my command at once, but there will also be rewards if you follow them. Now, I have a few ideas for both, but I want to hear your ideas and what you'd consider punishment and reward. So, tell me, what would make you feel ashamed knowing you displeased me? And what would make you feel good?"

Emma took some time before answering, but I didn't mind. It only showed that she considered my question and thought up ideas of her own. "Praise and disapproval, D-Daddy," Emma answered at last. I didn't correct the way she was addressing me. It wasn't hesitation, only uncertainty. It seemed she had a more challenging time addressing me than my friends. Calling me "Daddy" was more taboo than calling someone "Sir," even though I knew she found it hot. So, the uncertainty would correct itself after a while; it was the hesitation I wanted gone.

"I love hearing that I please you, but...I don't want to hear it if I haven't," Emma confessed as she continued speaking, and it sounded like she had to force the last bit out.

If she didn't want to hear from me when I wasn't happy with her, then it would indeed feel like a punishment. Satisfied with her answer, I nodded. "Thank you, baby girl. Your answer shows how seriously you take this, and nothing could please me more."

Emma shuddered under the praise, showing me exactly how much she did, in fact, love hearing it. "You may look at me." On that, she didn't hesitate as she twisted her head to look right at me. The only reason I gave her the permission was so I could see her every reaction to my commands.

"I want you to crawl to me, on your hands and knees," I said, letting her see the wickedness in my eyes. Today, I would push her out of her comfort zone to command her to do things she would feel embarrassed doing–things she would usually hesitate to do.

Her blood rushed to her face, making it as red as a tomato. I quite liked that color on her, at times. But her embarrassment hindered her too often to follow a command, and that was a problem.

For once, she didn't hesitate as she started crawling towards me. I believed the promise of punishment was enough to get her to move. Her face flushed, and the redness had started spreading down her neck as well.

My own blood pumped inside my dick, hardening it as I watched her move towards me. Merely the act of ordering her around was a massive turn-on for me. Her discomfort only made me burn hotter.

Her back was arched naturally, and her ass was slightly turned upwards. She winced at the hard floor beneath her knees, and the slight pain of hers made my dick twitch.

A foot away from me, I told her to stop. "Kneel in front of me and play with yourself," I urged her, and while she kneeled, she hesitated as I knew she would.

She'd already played with herself–in front of an audience no less–but it wasn't enough to shake off her inhibitions.

"Emma," I warned, my voice cold and controlled. 

She flinched at her own name, like when parents yelled at their kids using their full names. "This is exactly what we talked about. I'm very disappointed in you, Emma. I thought it would take a while before you went against my wishes, but I was wrong. If you can't follow through on a simple demand, then what are you doing here?" My question was rhetorical. Her head hung down in shame, and her body was tense from me berating her.

"You're here to follow my orders, and I want to see you play with your pretty little pussy. Don't you want to please me?"

Letting out a shaky breath, she answered, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." Her words were genuine, and I could hear the sadness in them for displeasing me. It seemed she really didn't like me disapproving of her actions.

"Good girl," I said, letting her hear the warmth in them, which I rarely did, and her face immediately brightened. "Remember what you felt right now. That's what happens when you don't do as I tell you to. Now, pleasure yourself for me." I leaned back in my seat, knowing I could relax for a moment.

Her face was still red, but she followed through. One of her hands slid tentatively down her body to her pussy and started rubbing her clit shyly. She was still in her head, but I could help drag her out of it.

"Mm, you have no idea how good you look right now. Spread your legs more," I breathed out. Normally, I kept my feelings deep inside, but right now, I showed her exactly how much I liked looking at her like this.

My appreciation for her urged her to carry out my wishes. Her free hand kneaded her tits and pinched those pink nipples of hers. She rubbed her clit more firmly, and her first moan filled the room.

With my eyes trained on her, grabbed my cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze. "Look at my dick, baby girl." I took my hand away so she'd see just how affected I was. She licked her lips as she saw me, and another moan broke free. "This is how hard I get when you follow orders," I whispered, letting her know it wasn't only her playing with her pussy that made me horny but also how much I liked her obeying.

Emma abandoned her tits to sink two fingers inside her sex, suddenly uncaring about anything other than her pleasure and me. She started bouncing on her fingers, fucking them like a dildo. The air around us smelled of her juices.

When her eyes fell shut, and she began massaging her clit in earnest, I knew it wasn't long until she would come.

"Stop," I ordered when she was at the edge. "Come here."

She groaned in a complaint, but she moved her hands away from her pussy. Looking at me, I could clearly see her frustration, and I smirked like the devil, knowing I denied her the orgasm.

"No, crawl," I said when she started rising to her feet.

Closing the small gap between us and kneeled once again, I asked, "Do you want to come?"

"Yes, Daddy," she begged desperately, and I almost wanted to be kind to her and let her finish what I started with her hands–but I didn't.

Extending my right foot, I nodded towards it. "Then you'll have to use my leg to get yourself off."

My girl blinked, and I saw when my word registered. Her mouth fell open, and her face grew more red–if that was even possible. It didn't look like she would follow through, but maybe she just needed a tiny push.

"It will please me very much to see it."

The words seemed to do it. Moving to my foot, she straddled my leg. I could tell by the way she grabbed my thigh that she was too in her head, and from the look in her eyes, she was overthinking it.

"Use me for your pleasure, baby girl. Let me feel you wet cunt rub against my leg," I groaned. I could already feel the part of my pants where she rested her pussy grow damp.

Her slick sex was situated on my Tibia bone, and with unsure movements, she started grinding against me tentatively,

"Mm, just like that," I murmured, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she moved.

A gasp escaped her when she tilted her hips in just the perfect way to put maximal pressure on her clit. She drenched my pants with her juices, and her eyes grew once again hazy from the pleasure she was feeling.

I reached a hand down to squeeze my dick hard, keeping myself from exploding just from watching her take her own pleasure.

She'd started humping my dick by now, eagerly trying to reach her climax. After the high of the moment, she would probably be ashamed of her action, but I wouldn't give her a chance to slink back into her own head.

"How does it feel to hump my leg, baby girl?" I asked, wanting to make her sure of what was happening but also to make her uncomfortable. I'd found I liked that feeling on her; though, I'd never let her be embarrassed.

"G-good, Daddy. It feels good," she stammered on a moan, close to the edge.

"Come on my leg, baby," I commanded hoarsely, wanting to see her in her bliss.

Emma sped up, grinding desperately. With a few thrusts, she cried out, her face glowing as the orgasm washed over her. She twitched on my leg and let out a small moan at the feeling it elicited.

Grabbing her under her arms, I pulled her up to my lap. I fisted her hair and brought her down to my mouth, giving her a harsh kiss. She relaxed into me, letting me take control.

"Such a good girl," I murmured against her lips. "But don't relax too soon. We aren't done yet."