by Carol Dawn
“Okay,” she whispers. “Honestly, it scared me a little. At first, I thought you were hurt. And that thought alone had my heart breaking. Then you told me you killed someone, and I felt relieved. I was relieved that someone else was hurt and not you. Does that make me a bad person?”
“No, little one, it doesn’t,” I answer. “How do you feel now with the knowledge that I ended a life today?”
“It’s a scary thought that you can do something so gruesome and go about your life like nothing happened. But I meant what I said. If he deserved it, then it is what it is. I accept you for everything you are, Mason. Even the gleeful smile you had when your face was covered in blood. I accept all of your darkness. In a strange way, it actually makes me feel safe.”
“Good,” I smile against her head. “That’s good, little one. Now, on to another topic. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“I’m really going to get spanked?” she asks, fearfully.
“Yes, babygirl, you are. You need to learn not to speak ill of yourself. Hop up now and take off your pants. I’ll let you leave your panties on for now.”
She slowly stands, and I wait patiently while she removes her shoes and pants.
“Is this going to hurt?” she asks timidly.
“Yeah, little one, it’s going to hurt. Now lay down across my lap. Rest your head and chest on the couch.”
Her eyes grow wide with fear, and I realize that I’ve not been a very good daddy. My little girl needs reassurance that I’ve yet to give. She lays down as I asked, her body stiff.
I place my large hands over her luscious ass and gently massage the globes.
“I want you to understand something, little one.” I softly say. “I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel like you’re not the most important person in my life. I never want to cause you fear. Not like the fear I just saw in your eyes.”
“I’m not afraid, just a little nervous,” she says.
“No baby, that was pure fear looking back at me,” I tell her, still gently rubbing her perfect ass. “In a Daddy/Little Girl relationship, spankings are something that we have to do sometimes. I will never spank your bottom when you’re being a good girl. I will never punish you unless I absolutely think it’s something you need.
I don’t do this because I want to. I do it because it’s something you need me to do. You’re beautiful, baby. You’re perfect. I want you to understand that. I want you to look in a mirror and love the woman looking back at you.”
“Even when this cut scars my face?” she asks, a hiccup to her voice.
It’s not going to take many smacks to make my baby cry.
“Especially when that cut scars your face. Now, I want you to put your hands above your head. And lay your face down on the left side, so you don’t hurt yourself. Do not swing your hands back here,” I warn. “If you do, we’ll start over. I want you to count all fifteen smacks.”
Without warning, I smack one cheek.
“Ouch,” she whines. “That really does hurt.”
“Count,” I say, my voice deepening and becoming sterner.
“One,” she says.
I lay three consecutive smacks, switching between one cheek and the next.
“Two, three, four.”
“Good girl,” I praise.
We continue until we get to ten. That’s when Thea starts hysterically crying. Not only because of the pain on her bottom. No, this cry screams out internal pain. The pain from losing her sister, from fighting to get custody of her nephew. She cries her fear over being attacked. Her fear of being alone.
I can hear it all. I feel it all. She gives me everything. I want to stop and wrap her in my arms to make her feel safe. To tell her how proud I am of her.
But I don’t. She needs this.
“Five more, little one.”
I quickly smack her bottom five more times. She doesn’t count, but I won’t hold it against her this time.
I rub as much of the sting out as I can. Part of me longs to see the red spread across her naked ass, but I’ll wait. After a minute or two, I help her up and sit her on my lap.
“Owie,” she says. Her voice soft and light. My baby has released her Little side. “Can I stand? My booty hurts even when I’m sitting.”
I tighten my arms around her and lean back against the couch.
“Nope,” I say.
Sighing, she gives in and relaxes against my body. Her cheeks are red and wet from crying, but she’s finally calming down.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I think I put myself down so that it doesn’t hurt as bad when someone else does it.”
“The thing about punishments is that once they’re done, all is forgiven,” I explain. “No matter what you did, once your spanking is over, it’s forgiven. However, I understand why you do it. But you need to stop.
Because the little girl in my arms is the most beautiful person in the whole entire world. And the sexy lady who is currently resting deep inside of my girl’s heart, she is the only woman I have eyes for. You, Thea. I only want you. And my opinion of you is the one that matters above all people. But your opinion of yourself is the one that matters most.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. I think I’m finally getting my point across.
“How about some dinner?” I ask. “What do you want?”
“Uhm, I have stuff for spaghetti,” she says. “I can make us that if you want.”
I grab her face and move it back so I can see every inch. I’m momentarily pissed when I see the bandage. A reminder that I failed her once already. But the anger passes when I remember the feel of the fucker’s blood running down my face.
“Your face got angry,” a wide-eyed Thea says. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, little one.”
I lift my girl up and lay her down on the couch. Without giving her a chance to realize my intentions, I lean down and kiss her. I give a few gentle pecks before licking the seam of her lips, demanding entrance.
She gasps in shock, and I take the opportunity to plunge my tongue inside her mouth getting a full taste of her for the first time.
Thea, my new favorite flavor.
Reluctantly, I pull back.
“Did that hurt?” I ask.
“Did what hurt?”
“What do you want to eat, little one?Name anything in the world, and I’ll get it for you.”
A blank look crosses her face.
“Uhm, what?”
Laughing, I say, “Food, Thea.”
“Oh, well, how do you expect me to think after that? Uhm, pizza?”
“Mmm, pizza does sound good,” I kiss her one last time before standing and ordering our pizza.”
Chapter Seventeen
Thea
Mason decided that my kitchen cabinets needed to be fixed because the doors weren’t shutting properly. So, here we are, he’s fixing my cabinets while I sit down and watch my favorite show.
Not that I didn’t try to help, I did.
“Little girls only do things that are fun,” he told me. “Let me take care of you, little one. Let’s get you safe and warm on the couch and turn on whatever you want to watch.”
How the heck do I say no to that? And how did he even know that I liked watching cartoons from time to time to give my mind a break from the real world?
My cell rings interrupting my thoughts.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Yes, I need to speak with Miss Mathea Blankenship, please.”
“This is her,” I answer, all forms of any Little long gone.
That’s something I seem to do all the time, jump from Little space to Big space within seconds of each other. I wonder if that’s normal?
“Three.”
I catch the tail end of what the man was saying just as Mason wraps his arms around me from behind.
“I’m so sorry, could you please repeat that?”
“You have a mandatory court hearing tomorrow regarding custod
ial rights of one-month-old, Brendon Michaels. It starts at three.”
“Oh,” my heart begins racing. “Is this where they finally make a decision?”
I don’t want to get my hopes up, but Marco hasn’t so much as let me see a picture of Brendon since he took him home from the hospital.
“The final decision will be made tomorrow. Have a nice evening Miss Blankenship.”
“Oh, no,” I say. “They’re not going to let me have him.”
Mason reaches around and takes the phone from my hand.
“What makes you think that?” he asks.
Turning in his arms, I look up at his concerned face.
“I’m going to be questioned about this,” I motion to my face. “I didn’t even go to the hospital or report it to the police. They’re going to think I’m too incompetent to take care of myself, let alone a baby. God, I don’t even have a bed here for him. I wasn’t going to take care of that until next weekend.”
I collapse to my knees and cry. I’ve ruined any chance I had of getting custody of Brendon. I failed that baby, and I failed my sister.
I’m lifted and pressed against Mason’s chest. I’m not sure how long I cry, but by the time the tears have dried up, I’m exhausted.
“It’s all taken care of, baby,” Mason says. “The only thing you need to worry about is talking to the judge tomorrow.”
“Huh?”
“We got Slim to hack into the Lebanon police department database to add in the report and warrants for the fucker who hurt you,” he says. “Of course, they won’t be able to find him.”
“Wow, you did that for me?”
He looks down at me like I just said the most stupid thing.
“Wait,” I interrupt what he was about to say. “Why won’t they be able to find him?”
Mason continues to stare at me but says nothing. Okay, I need to work on my mind reading.
It takes me a couple of minutes, but then I realize something.
“The blood?” I ask.
All he does is give a curt nod.
Holy cow! He killed that man because of what he did to me?
Intense.
And dare I say, sexy?
“What’s with that look, little one?” he asks. “I see a lot of fire happening in those beautiful eyes.”
“Uhm…nothing,” I say quickly.
Smirking, he stands and places me on my feet.
“Tomorrow, just tell the judge the truth,” he says. “You were mugged in the parking lot of your workplace. It was caught on camera, and the man who did it has a warrant for his arrest.”
“You want me to lie?”
“It isn’t a lie, little one. We have proof. And now, thanks to Slim, the proof is in the police’s system. Just don’t go into any more detail. Let us handle the threat against you.”
“Alright,” I say. “I trust you, Mason.”
He leans down and kisses me. “That’s good, baby. I want all of your trust.”
I take a step back knowing that if I didn’t step away, things will be heading down a sexual path I’m just not yet ready for.
I think.
Dang sexy man.
I take a another step back, and then three more just to be safe.
Much to Mason’s amusement.
“I need to go shopping,” I say, ignoring his smirk. “I hope it isn’t too late, and things are still open. I need to be ready just in case I finally get to bring him home.”
“Everything is already being taken care of,” he says, leaning against the wall. Did I mention that he was so very sexy?
“I just want you relaxed and stress-free.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “Thank you. Although, I’m not sure how much relaxing I can do knowing that I might get to finally bring Brendon home. I’m not even sure if I know how to relax in a stress-free way.”
Pushing off the way, Mason walks toward me with a confidence I’ll never have.
“I have an idea that will get you more relaxed than you’ve ever been.”
“I’M A VIRGIN!” I yell.
Why did I say that? Why the heck did I feel it was necessary to yell it?
Mason freezes and stares at me with wide eyes.
“What?” I nervously ask.
“I figured you were inexperienced,” he says. “But not completely inexperienced.”
Embarrassed, I hide behind my hands. I knew that this was too good to be true. A man like Mason, MC biker Trigger, wouldn’t want someone who has no idea how to please him sexually. I’ve never even touched myself before. What twenty-three-year-old woman has never had an orgasm?
I want to cry but try my best to wait until I hear him leave.
But the sound of my front door opening and closing never comes. Instead, large masculine hands grab mine and pull them down.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
“Complete opposite,” he answers. “As a matter of fact, I think that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
Confused, I look up. Gone is the relaxed man from moments before. Staring back at me is a man who looks very hungry.
“Thank you for telling me, little one. Things would have started differently our first time had you not. And, I would have never forgiven myself for causing you pain. However, I think I can still help you relax.”
Before I have a chance to reply, I’m lifted up.
“You don’t always have to carry me,” I giggle. “I do have legs, you know.”
“Having you this close to me makes me a very happy man.”
Oh, well, okay, then.
He takes us to my room and plops me down on the bed.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, walking to my dresser.
“Of course,” I answer.
“Then I want you to take your clothes off and lay down on the bed.”
He’s not even looking at me, but shuffling threw my drawers.
I’m still uncomfortable with him seeing me naked. I don’t have a supermodel body. I’m soft and squishy all over. But I remember the spanking I got last time for talking negative about myself, and I don’t want a repeat. So, I stand up and quickly undress. Laying down on the bed, I cover up with my soft throw blanket.
Mason turns around holding a few of my scarves. What is he going to do with those?
“Well, that’s not going to work,” he says, walking toward me.
He grabs the edge of the blanket and jerks it away from my body.
“Fuck,” he says. “Now, that’s what daddy likes.”
He grabs my right foot and starts massaging it.
“You don’t know how much your trust means to me, baby,” he says. “I hope you know that daddy will take care of you in all ways. Including helping you relax.”
“I know, daddy,” I say, easily falling into Little space.
He wraps one of the scarfs around my ankle. Then pulls my legs and wraps the other end to the bedpost.
Holy cow!
He continues with my other leg then does the same thing with my arms above my head. Now, I’m lying in the center of my bed, completely naked, stretched out like a starfish.
“You look beautiful, little one,” he says, admiring his work.
“Before we continue, we need to choose a word for you to say if you get too scared.”
“How about, stop?” I ask, thinking of the most obvious word.
Mason smiles.
“Sometimes, when we say stop, we don’t really mean it. Think of something that you wouldn’t normally say in the middle of a conversation.”
“Hmmm. Oh, how about Strawberry?” I suggest. “I love strawberries.”
Mason leans down and kisses me. “Strawberry, it is, little one.”
He leans back in and starts kissing my neck. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he asks.
Enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin, I don’t answer. He kisses down my neck and stops at my breasts. Without a moment’s hesitation, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He gives my other breast the same attention, and the tingle in my vagina turns desperate. I can feel the wetness dripping down my booty and onto the bed.
“Have you ever touched yourself here before?” he asks, his hand petting the curls of my most private area.
“N…no,” I stammer.
“Good girl,” he purrs with approval.
“You will not ever touch yourself without my consent,” he orders. “Understood?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He removes his hand and starts kissing and nipping down my belly.
I’m too busy giggling at the tickles to notice that he’s slid his body between my legs. Before I realize his intentions, I feel one long lick from the bottom of my vagina to the top.
“Fucking, yes!” he growls. “What’s the word, little one?”
What word? He just licked my vagina, and he wants me to remember a word?
“Uhm, the…uhh…word…What?”
“Your safe word, little girl, what is it, or we don’t continue?”
“STRAWBERRY,” I yell because I very much want him to continue.
With a chuckle, he presses his face against my vagina and goes to town. His tongue flicks back and forth slowly, then quickly, then in long strokes, and then small ones. I feel as if a great pressure is building up inside of me, and I’m going to explode if he doesn’t stop.
“Sss.ssstop,” I try to say. “Somethings happening.”
He does stop, but only to say, “Trust me, baby. Fall, and let me catch you.”
I do trust him.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his tongue, licking me like I’m the most delicious treat. Then he hits one spot that has my hips shooting up against his face.
With his tongue on that secret spot, his beard rubbing against my hole and the vibrations of his chuckle, I give in and fall in an explosion of pleasure I have never before known.
Then everything turns black, and I cease to exist.
When I come to, Mason is leaning over me, kissing my nose, cheeks, and eyes.
“Welcome back, beautiful,” he says. “I lost you there for a minute.”
