“And what if I don’t, Sir?” Is this like some sort of requirement for littles?
His eyes dance with humor. “Then I guess you won’t misbehave very often, will you?”
Master Grayson gives my pigtail a playful tug. “I have a hard time picturing Josie misbehaving. She’s a pleaser.”
“I see. Well, since we’re trying new things this weekend, I think it would be to her benefit to experience a good spanking or two.”
“I agree. I’d enjoy watching it.” Master Grayson shifts slightly under my cheek. I can feel his erection against my shoulder. Not for the first time, I think he’s intrigued by the idea of watching Master Quinten dominate me.
While the two men change the subject to the type of law Master Grayson practices, I shift my thoughts back to the idea of having my behind swatted. The thought of Master Quinten spanking me makes my pussy wet. Like I told him, I’ve never been spanked. Master Grayson isn’t that kind of Dom, and the truth is, I’ve never defied him. I do what he asks without question. There’s been no discussion of punishment.
I’ve watched other submissives get spanked or whipped or flogged at Surrender. They seem to enjoy it, but I’ve never tried it.
I met Master Grayson at Surrender, but I was a newer member. He was more established, and he introduced me to his type of kink. He never pressured me, and I appreciated that. We would meet up at the club at first, and he would hold me against him while I watched other people play, gradually introducing me to what he enjoyed.
I would get incredibly horny some nights from watching other people like a voyeur. Never participating. Just soaking everything in. I watched Master Grayson practice shibari several times on other people before I let him do a simple rope scene with me one day. It was powerful, and I was quickly hooked.
We hadn’t had sex yet when I wandered away from Master Grayson to watch a woman on her knees in front of her Dom. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she opened his pants and fondled him before giving him a blow job.
I don’t know what appealed to me so much about that scene, but I think it was the way she serviced him without necessarily getting anything in return. I can’t know that he didn’t fuck her brains out later that night. Maybe he did. But in my mind, I liked the slight humiliation. The way he slid his hand into her hair and angled her where he wanted her. The way he pressed his cock deeper, appearing to take away her choice.
I was soaking wet and squirming that night, and Master Grayson took me back to his house. When we arrived, he wordlessly settled in an armchair in the living room, dropped a large pillow on the floor between his legs, and pointed downward. “On your knees for me, Josie.”
I eagerly settled there between his legs, my hands on his thighs. I was so aroused by the prospect. More aroused than I’d ever been before. And I felt kind of dirty. Not in a bad way. More like naughty. Because I wanted Master Grayson to take from me. It made my chest swell and my pussy wet.
“Part your legs for me, Josie. You’re not permitted to rub yourself while you take care of me.”
I did as he instructed, trembling with lust at his tone and the demands. I think that was the day, the moment even, that I knew I wanted to submit to Master Grayson on a more permanent basis. Let him dominate me.
He was so gentle as I opened his jeans with trembling fingers and took out his erection. He waited patiently while I explored and fondled and licked and tasted. Finally, he threaded his fingers in my hair and tipped my head back. “Enough teasing, Josie. Time to suck me off.”
I nodded as much as I could in his grip. “Yes, Sir.” It was the first time I called him Sir, and I loved the way it rolled off my tongue. I eagerly sucked his cock as deep as I could, bouncing off him over and over while he encouraged me with gentle words and the stroke of his hand.
When he came, I swallowed every drop, proud of myself for being such a good submissive.
Master Grayson rewarded me by leading me to his bedroom, stripping my clothes off, and laying me on my back.
I was fascinated by the fact that he’d tucked his semi-erect cock back into his jeans and zipped them. Fully clothed and without a word, he spread my limbs and tied me to the four corners of his bed. I was the most aroused I’d ever been when he lowered his face to my pussy.
I’ll never forget how powerful that orgasm with Master Grayson was. So intense. My entire body shook for a long time while he climbed up the bed and held me in his arms.
Now that I reflect back on that night, I realize it was almost like I was a little girl. Naked in his arms. Cocooned in his embrace while he told me how proud he was of me and stroked my hair.
That was also the first night I slept over, and in the morning, I woke up before him and made him breakfast. Master Grayson was so thrilled that it started a trend. Every time we were together, I cooked for him. I still do. I love the way he is so pleased with me when I service him. It flowed over into other areas of our lives.
By the time I moved in with him, I was in the habit of taking care of him full-time. I do all the cooking and cleaning, which lightens his load since he sometimes works long hours. He appreciates coming home to a hot meal and a willing partner.
I can’t complain. I take care of Master Grayson, and he takes care of me in the area where it means the most. Mind-blowing sex. That works for us. Or it has. Or it did. I take care of him; he takes care of me. We haven’t questioned the dynamic for a long time. Maybe it’s gotten stale.
A few months after I moved in with Master Grayson, I lost my job due to downsizing, and Master Grayson suggested I stay home instead of finding another job. I was leery about that plan. It made me nervous that if anything ever went bad between us, I might not be marketable anymore. And that’s how I ended up working for Master Kellen.
Chapter 10
Josie
I hadn’t realized I’d drifted off until a hand landed on my head and Master Quinten spoke. “You’re tired, princess. Let’s get you upstairs.”
He’s right. I’m exhausted from the stress of this day, but I jerk fully awake when Master Quinten lifts me off the floor and cradles me against him. I squirm in his arms. “I’m too heavy. You can’t carry me,” I argue.
He chuckles. “You’re like a feather. Stop wiggling.” His hand is covering my bare thighs and my panties, and I’m stunned when he lifts it and gives me a little swat on the bottom.
In my shock, I stop squirming. Not just from the impact but from my physical reaction to it. I’m wet. My pussy is pulsing. This embarrasses me, and I hope he won’t notice.
When we reach my bedroom, Master Quinten goes through the room and into my bathroom. He sets me on my feet. “Let’s get you in the bath and then in bed.”
I bite my lower lip. He’s going to put me in the tub? I glance at Master Grayson who has followed us into the bathroom and is now leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed. He gives me a stern look. “Do as you’re told, Josie.”
Wetness rushes out of me at his words. I don’t have a second to think about this further before Master Quinten reaches for the hem of my dress and lifts it up my body. “Arms up, princess.”
I obey, unable to stop myself, and then I’m standing in front of this new Master in nothing but little girl panties and my shoes and socks. I fight the urge to cover my breasts as he bends down and removes my shoes and socks. He reaches for my panties next and lowers them over my bottom.
His face is level with my bare pussy, and he stuns me further when he strokes his fingers over my labia. “I like that you’ve shaved. I was going to insist upon it.” He taps my clit—making me flinch—and removes his hand. “Little girls don’t have pubic hair.”
“She started removing her pubic hair when she spent the evening with Sabine and Lucy,” Master Grayson informs him. “I liked it, so I’ve insisted she keep it up daily.”
I’m shivering now at their clinical discussion of my body. My pussy in particular.
Master Quinten leans over the clawfoot tub and turns i
t on. I notice there is a showerhead draped above the tub, but no shower curtain. I’m not used to taking baths, but I can do it if he wants. Are they going to leave now?
Master Quinten stands and proceeds to wrap my pigtails around each band, tucking the ends in so that I’m left with two little buns that will keep my hair out of the water.
He surprises me yet again when he reaches for my waist and lifts me into the tub. “Sit down, princess. Before you fall.” He reaches for a bottle of soap and a washcloth as I lower to my butt.
This is surreal. I’m naked in the tub with a man I’ve barely met who seems prepared to wash me himself. My Master is watching, and he looks pleased. He nods at me when I glance at him.
I suck in a breath as Master Quinten starts with my face and then moves down to my shoulders and arms. He applies more soap before washing my chest. I hold my breath and close my eyes while he lingers on my breasts, rubbing my nipples until they are stiff peaks and I gasp with the onslaught of arousal.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.” He moves to my feet and then up my legs until he reaches between them to wash my pussy.
My heart is pounding. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life, and I’m embarrassed. Can he tell how wet I am? No. Of course not. Not in the bathtub. Duh.
Master Quinten spends more time than necessary rubbing my pussy, parting my legs farther and paying special attention to my lower lips and then my clit. He reaches lower to wash my bottom last. “There,” he declares as if he hasn’t just turned me into a ball of nervous energy about to explode.
I can feel the heat rising on my face as he lifts me out of the tub, pulls the drain plug, and then grabs a towel. Instead of wrapping it around me, he pats me dry.
I’m shivering, not from the cold but from the exposure. My arousal shoots up another several notches when he sets the towel aside, cups my breast, and thumbs my nipples. “Your tits are very sensitive, aren’t they, princess?”
I swallow, unable to respond. My wetness is leaking out and soon he’s going to see it on my thighs.
Master Grayson speaks. “She’s always had sensitive nipples. I can make her writhe from suckling them without touching her pussy.”
I’m officially mortified, and that makes my arousal continue to increase.
“How wet does she get from having her tits played with?” Master Quinten asks.
“Very. Check for yourself.”
They are discussing me like I’m not in the room, and it’s deliciously humiliating. Why on earth am I so easily stimulated by low-level humiliation?
Instead of touching my pussy as Master Grayson suggested, Master Quinten tucks an arm behind my knees and once again lifts me off the floor. I squeal as he carries me into my little-girl room. He deposits me on the floor next to the bed and pulls back the covers.
I’m left standing there while he strides to my dresser and returns with a nightie. It’s pink and frilly and nearly see-through. I lift my gaze toward Master Grayson, who is now at the foot of my four-poster bed, leaning a hip on the post. His stance is once again casual, but I can see the bulge of his erection behind the front of his jeans.
“Arms up, princess.” Master Quinten lowers the nightie over my head. It’s so sheer and delicate that I shudder as it grazes my nipples.
He sits on the edge of my bed and grips my chin, lifting my face. “Our time together is limited, and I want you to get the most out of this experience. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. That means I’m going to push you to try new things that might be outside of your comfort zone. I’ll watch you closely to make sure I’m not asking too much of you, and I’ll expect you to tell me if it gets too intense. Can you do that for me, Josie?”
“Yes, Sir.” It seems like I could do anything for this man.
“Good. Now, I want to take you over my knee and spank you. Not because you’ve been naughty, but rather so you can experience the sensation. I promise you won’t be injured, but I will make your bottom hot and tender. I want you to feel the sting from my swats after I’ve tucked you into bed.”
Heat rises on my cheeks again, and I fidget in his grip. I want him to spank me more than anything. I shouldn’t crave such a thing. Should I? I remind myself that the majority of the people I’ve watched at Surrender enjoy impact play. I’m not an anomaly.
Master Quinten lifts me by the waist again and lays me over his lap so that my cheek rests on the mattress. I lift my arms to cradle my head, which causes the nightie to rise at the same time. It doesn’t matter because Master Quinten pulls the nightie up my body, exposing not just my bottom but my entire back. If the material wasn’t trapped against his thighs, my breasts would be bare also.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight as he palms my butt and rubs the tender skin. “Such a pretty little bottom, princess. Your pale skin is going to get bright pink. It will be lovely.” He sets his hand on my thigh—the one closest to his body—and tugs it, causing my knee to bend. “I want your legs parted, Josie. You’ll experience the spanking more fully with your sweet pussy exposed.”
I whimper, a moan escaping my lips before he even strikes me once.
I keep expecting him to start, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sets his big hand on my thigh and smooths it up and down, his fingers coming precariously close to my pussy every time. The pressure forces my labia to part, and I grit my teeth when my wetness leaks out.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I should have known this would happen. Like other kinky things I’ve done in the last year, this is yet another daydream I’ve used as material in my mind when I’m masturbating or when Master Grayson teases me.
Imagining someone spanking me and doing it are two different things, and the truth is, the real deal is making me hornier than my mind has ever conjured.
I’m a ball of arousal before he lifts his hand and swats my bottom. I stiffen, but I’m shocked to discover it didn’t hurt.
“I’m going to warm you up, princess. Gradually increasing the pressure.”
Oh. Right. Duh. I’ve seen this before, too. My brain isn’t firing with all four cylinders today. The next spank is only slightly firmer than the first. My skin is heating, but it’s not so bad.
He gives my inner knee another tug, making me aware of the fact that I’ve drawn my thighs together a bit. His next swat is followed by another and another, each one slightly harder. His hand travels around my bottom, some swats higher, some lower, some at the junction of my thighs. It’s those particular spanks that make me gasp as my pussy starts pulsing with the need to be touched.
His pace picks up, and I would be squirming off his lap if it weren’t for his other hand holding me steady at the small of my back. He finishes with several quick spanks in succession that land dead center low on my bottom and cause me to nearly orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” he croons as he rubs my burning skin. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I whimper, not sure of my emotional state right now. All of my focus is on my pussy and the fact that it’s swollen and pulsing.
“If I reach between your legs, I bet I would find your pussy soaking wet, wouldn’t I, princess?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Would you like me to touch you there, sweetie? Make you feel good? You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve some relief.”
“Yes, Sir. Please touch my pussy.” I want his hand between my legs more than anything right now. So badly that I’ve let my voice shift into something I don’t recognize. Babyish.
I flinch when a hand lands gently on my head, and my eyes widen when Master Grayson crouches down to make eye contact. I’ve almost forgotten his existence, and that makes me feel like a horrible sub.
He smiles at me though. “That was so beautiful, Josie. Let Master Quinten fuck your pussy with his fingers, okay? I want to watch your face while you come.”
“Yes, Sir.” My words come out as more of a moan, and then my eyes rol
l back as Master Quinten slowly strokes a finger through my folds. I start shaking, my limbs trembling from the contact.
“That’s my sweet girl,” Master Grayson whispers while stroking my head. “Let it go. Let Master Quinten make you feel good.”
I can’t focus on him anymore as Master Quinten’s fingers thrust into me and then just as quickly pull out to stroke over my clit. His other hand slides down to encompass both my lower back and my heated bottom. “She really squirms when she’s aroused, doesn’t she?”
“Yes. You should see how she reacts when you restrain her.”
I moan at his suggestion, thinking about the four posts on this bed. If the two of them tied me down and tag-teamed me, I would turn into melted lava.
Master Quinten responds. “I’ll have to give that a try, but not tonight.” He thrusts into me again, making me gasp.
I dig my knee into the mattress and my body stiffens. My pussy is pulsing, the folds swollen and hot. I need to come so badly I’m about to beg.
Master Quinten takes pity on me and sets his thumb on my clit, rubbing it hard and fast, driving me over the edge moments later.
Every part of my body quakes with the orgasm as I shudder and writhe against Master Quinten’s lap.
He keeps rubbing my clit until I wince, and then he eases off and strokes gently through my folds. “That was beautiful, princess. Thank you for letting me be a part of your unraveling. It was a sight to behold.”
I lick my lips finally, unable to respond or move a muscle.
Master Grayson leans over and kisses my forehead. “Precious. I don’t know why I thought this transition would be difficult. I love watching you in this new kink.”
Master Quinten gently lifts me off his lap and turns around to deposit me on my back on the bed. My nightie is trapped halfway up my body, but instead of tugging it down, he pushes it up higher to expose my breasts. He smiles at my limp self as he cups my breasts and then thumbs my nipples.
I arch into his touch and moan again, my arousal proving that it can rise to the occasion yet again.
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