by Pepper North
Her hands went to her waistband, and she stopped. Her eyes focused on his lap. “I’m really sorry. Can’t you just give me a warning this time? I’ve learned my lesson.”
“No.”
His simple answer made her hands tremble. She tried to get them to unfasten the button at the top of her jeans, but they wouldn’t work. With tears in her eyes, she said in a voice wavering with emotion, “This is so hard.”
His eyes were gentle and understanding. “Would you like my help?” he asked lifting his hands to brush hers away. At her nod, he efficiently unfastened her jeans and reached for the waistband to pull them down.
Her fingers grabbed the zippered sides of open jeans. “I can’t do this,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to see me. My bottom,” she clarified with a sniff.
“Daddies love their Little girls in all shapes and sizes. For every Daddy, there is a perfect Little. I have decided that you are my perfect Little. I am attracted to you just as you are—soft and rounded, beautiful and sweet.” He nodded to her as a hopeful look spread over her concerned face.
“But, today, I am here to dole out your consequence for your behavior. Would you like to pull down your jeans or do you want me to take care of this?” Ben questioned, raising those expressive eyebrows once again.
Slowly, Samantha pushed her jeans over her full hips and thighs before letting them drop to the ground. She hooked her fingers into the sides of the yellow cotton underwear that she had pulled on frantically this morning. Just to double check, she looked at him to make sure she had to take those off, too.
“Yes, sweetheart. Your panties, too,” he gently answered her unspoken question.
Closing her eyes to hide, Samantha pushed her panties over to her knees and let them drop to rest on her jeans. Her hands shielded her pubic area. Would he like her smooth flesh? Her eyes flew open as his strong hands gently moved hers to the sides.
Without a word, Ben’s arm wrapped around her waist to help turn Samantha’s body and ease her over his lap. She followed his dominant guidance without a word. Lying over the creased uniform pants, she froze in place as his hand began to rub the pale flesh on her bottom.
“Very good, Samantha. Now, count your swats,” he instructed, and without an additional warning, his hand lifted and delivered a sharp slap to one full buttock. When she gasped but didn’t count, he reminded her, “Count, Little girl.”
“O… one,” she pushed from her mouth. Whack! His hand descended once again to leave a second red handprint on her bottom. “T… wo!”
Chapter 8
A smile spread over Ben’s lips as he continued to spank Samantha’s bare flesh. She was absolutely beautiful. Her wide, pale bottom was full and soft. He enjoyed the view of her spread over his lap. The feel of her buttocks quivering under his punishing hand caused him to harden against her side. Small gasps became sobs as he delivered the last seven swats. Her bottom was red across her large buttocks and on the flesh of her upper thighs. He captured the picture in his mind to remember forever as she shouted, “Twenty!”
He caressed her burning flesh tenderly as he praised his Little. “Very good, Samantha. Now, you’ve totally erased your bad deed. Don’t you feel better now?” he asked with a smile.
A chuckle burst from his lips as she shook her head vigorously. “Come here, Little one,” he comforted her and helped her stand before pulling her to sit on his lap this time. Her sharp intake of breath told him that she would remember this first spanking which had been his intention all the time.
Ben wrapped his arms around her and rocked his Little back and forth on his lap. When she looked up at him, he was pleased to see that the drawn, guilty expression on her face had been replaced by calmness. The spanking had accomplished just what he had intended it to do. Her remorse over sending the message would have been a wedge between them. Now, Samantha felt as if her angry words had been obliterated.
Leaning in to kiss her lips softly, Ben stole a second deeper one as her sweet lips chased his asking for more. His Little tasted just as sugary as the candies that she stocked in her shop. He wondered if her skin tasted that good. Lifting his lips, he kissed down the plump column of her throat to her shoulder. She is delicious.
A loud buzz interrupted his plan to taste her more thoroughly. She jumped on his lap and would have risen, but his arms held her pinned in place. “Stay still, sweetheart,” he sternly directed before reaching for his cellphone.
“Sheriff Underwood,” he answered the phone. His voice did not reveal any emotion or hint that the call had interrupted anything. He listened intently and responded, “Tell Deputy Anderson that I’ll be there as soon as possible. Have him construct a parameter around the outside of the hotel. My ETA is seven minutes.”
Ben clicked off the phone and leaned in to steal one more sweet kiss. “Little girl, I have to go. Let’s put you back together.” He helped her stand before he raised her panties. Carefully smoothing the thin fabric between her legs, he could feel it become damp with wet heat instantly. His Little had enjoyed her spanking. He fastened her jeans, smiling to himself, as she sucked in her tummy when he pulled the sides of her zipper together before securing the top button. His Little had not figured out that her curves were a pure temptation to him. She will learn.
He stood next to her. Making the movement very obvious, he adjusted his thick erection in his pants, chuckling low in his throat at the brilliant flush that covered her cheeks. “You please me in every way, sweetheart. Walk me to the door,” he directed after brushing her light brown hair back toward her usual ponytail and wiping her cheeks free of tears with his soft handkerchief.
At the door, he kissed her lightly before switching the sign back over to open and unlocking the door. “A pizza will be delivered for your lunch in…” he looked at his watch to check the time, “in seven minutes. It is paid for already and the driver has been tipped. Eat! I’ll talk to you after the shop closes.”
With a flash of lights and the roar of sirens, the county sheriff headed quickly to the north. Glancing in his rearview mirror, he saw his sweet Little raise a hand to wave goodbye. Ben forced his brain to switch to sheriff mode as he turned the air conditioner on full to cool his body down.
Chapter 9
Sheriff Ben Underwood was beat. He’d had some tough cases today. A fire in the next town over had taken the life of a small child, and the fire marshal suspected arson. The police and firefighters had been struck hard by this senseless loss of life. As the head of the police force, he was responsible for ensuring that his officers received any support they needed. He had spoken privately with those hardest impacted. The support system for his officers was strong. They were banding together to support each other.
Sometimes, he needed support as well. He pulled into the driveway of the neat, blue house. Virtually all lights in the house were on, and he could see a full-figured shadow which seemed to be dancing inside from window to window. Even utterly exhausted, she brought a smile to his face. Now, he only wished to be with the extraordinary woman who was on the other side of that door.
Chapter 10
Ding dong! The front doorbell sounded making Samantha scurry to answer it. Stopping in front of the closed door, she smoothed the tendrils of hair that always escaped from the ponytail before opening the door.
“Hi!” she greeted Ben cheerfully before her expression became more serious as she noted the dark circles and lines in his face. “You’ve had a tough day,” she commented as she stepped close to wrap her arms around his waist. When his arms encircled her to pull her closer, Samantha pressed a kiss against his jaw.
Gasping as one of his hands ran up her spine to cradle the back of her head before he held her to kiss her pink lips thoroughly. “Mmmm!” she hummed with delight as his natural dominance poured over her. When he lifted his head to look at her, she was happy to see that he looked just a bit better.
“What is that wonderful smell?” he asked sniffing the air. His admiring eyes ran over
her body so carefully that she could almost imagine his hands on her. “You look very cute in your lounging clothes. Those unicorn slippers are all you,” he complimented.
“Come. You fed me today. I’m going to feed you this time. Are you hungry?” she asked stepping away to take his hand and lead him to the kitchen. The sound of his stomach ferociously growling made them both laugh.
She was glad that she’d decided to change clothes. He seemed to enjoy seeing her in the soft flannel pants and t-shirt. As the silly unicorn slippers flopped on her feet, she could feel his eyes on her bottom. The urge to wiggle it was almost irresistible.
“Sit,” she pointed to a chair at the small kitchen table. “Let me pull everything out of the oven.”
She turned to open the oven door. As she leaned over slightly, his large hand smacked her sore bottom, making her twirl to face him. “Ouch!”
“That’s just a reminder of who’s in charge here, Little girl. You shouldn’t have gone to this much trouble, especially after working all day,” he chided her.
“I cheated slightly. I stopped by the store for freshly fried chicken. But I made my own mashed potatoes,” she rushed to assure him.
“I can’t wait to try them. How can I help?”
“Please, sit. Rest. I have everything ready. I’ll just put it on the table. Please? Let me take care of you?” she asked before leaning in to kiss him lightly.
“If you ask so nicely, sweetheart,” he answered with a smile before turning to sit in the chair she had indicated.
Soon, she had piled his plate with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Samantha held her breath as he forked up a bite of her fluffy potatoes. She relaxed as she saw him close his eyes with delight at the flavor.
“These are amazing! I hope you made lots,” he complimented as he began heartily eating.
They chatted easily over dinner as Ben demolished the loaded plate of food in front of him. Conversation flowed freely between them as it had during that first luncheon date. The veteran sheriff had lots of entertaining stories to share. Samantha knew that he had a lot of tragic stories as well. When he shied away from discussing his day by changing the subject, she did not persist in asking questions. He needs some time to relax, she thought with a smile.
At the end of the meal, he insisted on helping with the dishes. Samantha grinned when she discovered that he was a washer, not a dryer. The picture of him in her polka dotted pink and brown rubber gloves made her giggle, repeatedly.
While she finished putting away the clean dishes, she sent him to the family room to see the flowers that he had sent. As she joined him, Samantha froze in the doorway before running back to the kitchen for her phone. She couldn’t resist taking a picture of the big, bad sheriff stretched out on her large sectional sofa fast asleep with his shoes tucked neatly under the coffee table. She knew that would be her favorite picture on her phone.
Yawning as exhaustion settled in for her as well, Samantha kicked off the unicorn slippers that she had changed into when she’d gotten home. She quietly laughed as she remembered Ben’s compliment on her cute footwear during the warm dinner conversation. Horny shoes, he’d called them. Padding over to the door, she locked the front door to secure the house for the night.
Carefully, she’d crawled into the space between his body and the back of the sofa as she thanked her decision to buy a sofa set that could allow two large bodies to stretch out together comfortably. Settling next to his warmth, she cushioned her head on his shoulder before closing her eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 11
“Mmmm,” the snuggle bunny next to Ben murmured as she turned her face into his chest to sleep a little longer.
He smiled and continued to rub her back to wake her gently. Ben had woken up about an hour after she had joined him on the couch last night. Carefully, he had removed his gun and cellphone to place them on the table within his arms reach. Then, he had gathered the sweet armful of the delicious smelling woman back in his arms and closed his eyes.
Waking up this morning to find her laying sprawled out beside him with one leg thrown over his and her hand dangerously close to his morning erection, his first thought was that he wanted this every morning, forever. Startled by the depth of his emotions, Ben searched his mind trying to figure out how he could be so sure that this delectable Little was his so quickly. There didn’t seem to be a logical reason. He just knew that she belonged to him.
Now with her in his arms, Ben decided not to question why but to enjoy holding her. Rolling their bodies to their side, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing her sweet flesh and enjoying the scent that was simply hers. She wiggled against his body, making him groan softly as her movement slid over the engorged shaft that pressed against his heavy uniform pants.
“Ben?” a sleepy voice questioned in confusion.
“Yes, sweetheart. You better not wake up in anyone else’s arms,” he said with a glower at that unacceptable thought.
“Are you always grumpy in the morning?” she murmured still half asleep. Her hand brushed against his stiff erection as she moved it along his body to rub his whiskery jawline. “Mmmm, hard, grumpy, and bristly—my favorite combination,” she shared.
“I think you’re teasing your Daddy, Little girl,” he said with a smile.
“Are you going to be my Daddy,” she asked lifting her head to look at him with blinking eyes.
“Yes,” he settled that with finality.
“I’d like that,” she answered. Later when she was fully awake, he realized that she might regret her complete honesty. He filed away his need to talk to her when she was sleepy in the future.
Smiling he rolled her onto her back so he could capture those pink lips that promised sleepy delights. As he leaned in to kiss her, she slid her hand between their faces. Surprised, he lifted his head to look into her hazel eyes.
“You can’t kiss me now… morning breath!”
“Move your hand, sweetheart. I’m going to kiss the morning breath away,” he promised as he tugged her hand from between their lips. Instantly his mouth captured hers in a sizzling kiss that would have scorched any bad breath germs.
As his mouth explored the warmth of hers, Ben ran a caressing hand down her side and under her body to explore her full bottom. Soothing her startled jolt upward with his admiring hand, he cupped one plump buttock and pulled her tight against his body. Immediately, the responsive Little began to move her pelvis to gyrate against the thick erection that pressed against her.
Ben moaned into her mouth before lifting his lips so that their eyes could meet. He was pleased to see the passion warming his Little’s beautiful, hazel eyes. “There’s no rush. We can take this as slowly as you wish. I promise you that I already consider you mine. Sweetheart, do you want Daddy to make love to you?”
Shyly her eyes dropped to his uniform shirt. “Please?”
His mouth took hers with a brutally passionate kiss. Moving his hands up her body, he ran his fingers under her t-shirt and up to the sides of her lacy bra. He ran his thumbs over her beaded nipples under the padded undergarment. When she arched against him, Ben quickly slid a hand under her body to unfasten the clasp.
Moving his hand slowly over her torso, the patient Daddy lifted his lips from hers to begin kissing her sensitive neck. His fingers explored the swell of her breasts under the loosened bra. Her sweet sounds of arousal and enjoyment made his lips smile against her soft skin. By the time his hands cupped her breasts fully, her hands were eagerly holding onto his body.
“Let Daddy take these off of you so he can look at you, sweetheart,” Ben urged as he raised the t-shirt and bra over her head. “So beautiful,” he reassured her as she apprehensively watched his expression. “What a beautiful baby you are!”
He kissed from that sensitive spot where her neck met a creamy, white shoulder across her collarbone downward to capture one mauve nipple in his mouth. His lips sucked firmly on the budded peak enjoyi
ng the flavor of her skin and the wiggles of arousal against him. Her hand unconsciously moved to cup his head to encourage his caresses while urging him to repeat his attentions to her other nipple.
“Oh, sweetheart. Does this beautiful breast want my touch as well?” he asked as he kissed the soft swell of her other breast.
“Yes… Please!” she urged, pressing her shoulder back to offer her breast to his lips.
Ben ran the tip of his tongue around the neglected tip. Her moan of delight urged him to taste her further, and he pulled that dark pink nipple firmly into his mouth. As he distracted her with his caresses, he untied the bow at the top of her soft pants that clung entrancing to her soft curves.
Dipping his hand into her waistband, he knew that her attention was focused on his touch, everywhere, as her lungs filled with air and she held her breath. His fingers ran along the waistband of her cotton panties. Sliding under only an inch or so to tease her before gliding over the top of the soft material to her plump mound between her thighs. His hand pressed against her flesh before moving down to the steamy area between her legs.
He smiled against her breast before lifting his head to look over her body. The crotch of those panties was wet and hot. His Little was very aroused. As she shifted her thighs apart to invite his fingers to explore her need, Ben traced two fingers along the cleft in her labia. He loved that she was bare as a Little should be. His erection twitched against his zippered trousers. Damn, he needed to see this again.
Her fingers drew his attention to his chest as the shaking digits began to unbutton his rumpled uniform shirt. Ben lifted his muscled torso to allow her to complete her task undressing him while he started to wiggle her pants under those full hips to remove them from her body. “Good girl,” he praised when she eagerly lifted her hips to help.
Ben shrugged off his shirt before sitting up to remove her pants from her body. Looking down at her rounded figure clad only in her innocently sexy boy shorts, she took his breath away. “Oh, sweetheart. You are a tempting Little,” he complimented.
