by Amy Cummings
Kinsley’s soft contented sigh, and the way she nestled against him, gave Raymond his answer.
*****
Dinner indeed proved to be a failed experiment, so takeout was ordered.
“I tried,” Raymond said. He placed a plate of sesame chicken and white rice on the table in front of Kinsley.
“And it was a valiant effort,” she said.
“You don’t have to sugarcoat it,” he said. “It was a disaster.”
“In your defense,” she said, “that fire in the oven was really small. You were able to put it out with a towel. No damage done.”
“True,” he said. “Small victories.”
He grabbed his food and sat down. The candles between them glowed softly in the dimly lit dining room.
Raymond picked up his fork and put a bite to his mouth but hesitated. He sat it back down.
“I’ve missed this,” he said. “And you.”
“I’ve missed you,” she said.
He nodded and then picked up his fork again. After eating a bit, he wiped his mouth and spoke.
“I’m going to set Sundays aside. For us.”
Kinsley took a sip of wine. “That still leaves six devoted to work.”
She hadn’t meant the comment as a dig. Raymond looked at her with somber, knowing eyes.
“I’m trying,” he said.
“I know,” she said. “I appreciate you working hard. I know you want to provide for me. Prep for our future. I’ll support whatever you need to do.”
Raymond’s lips turned upward. “Know what I need now?”
“What’s that?” she said.
“To dance with my love,” he said.
He stood, walked into the living room and flipped on their Bluetooth speaker. He then pulled his phone out, scrolled through his music app, and found the one he wanted.
“Only You” by the Platters came on.
“Would you honor me with a dance?” he said.
He held out his hand to help her from the chair. She giggled and accepted his offer.
“We aren’t done eating,” she said.
“The food can wait,” he said.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.
They danced slowly around the space, their bodies pressed together, their movements as one.
“Nothing crazy,” he said with a grin. “Only you.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Hi, Raymond,” Braxton said.
He walked toward his neighbor with an easy stride and friendly smile.
Raymond waited on his approach, tensing up with apprehension. It was not from anger or fear. In fact, Raymond realized it had very little to do with Braxton. He was still in disbelief over how he’d been reacting to this all. He almost felt guilty being around Braxton. Conventional thinking said he should punch the man in the face and tell him to stay the hell away from Kinsley.
But instead Raymond wanted to send her back over. He wanted to hear—maybe even see—all that was going on between the two.
Braxton extended his hand and the two shook in a firm grip.
“Guess you’re on your way to work,” Braxton said. “Got a quick sec?”
“Sure,” Raymond said. “What’s up?”
“Just wanted to make sure you’re still okay with the arrangement. I want you to know I respect you and am not trying to come between you and Kinsley.”
Raymond suppressed a smile. Come between us? he thought. You’re probably responsible for the best sex I’ve ever had.
Raymond kept that part to himself.
“I’m good,” he said. “Promise.”
A few beats of silence passed. Raymond debated on how much to say.
“Truth is,” he said, “I loved what you did for Kinsley yesterday. She needed that. Thank you.”
“Well thank you for entrusting her to me,” Braxton said. “We both want what is best for her. I just want you to know that I don’t take this responsibility lightly.”
Raymond nodded thoughtfully.
“I am working from home today,” Braxton said.
“What do you do?” Raymond asked.
“Fund management,” Braxton said. He fished a card from his pocket and passed it to Raymond. “Retirement accounts and even day trading.”
Raymond looked at the card. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“She’s more than welcome to come over today. If she wants. I need to do some work on the computer but shouldn’t take me long,” Braxton said.
Raymond smiled wryly. He had an idea and he had to follow through with it.
“Sure she wouldn’t be in your way?” he said.
“Not at all,” Braxton said. “That cutie is welcome anytime.”
Just those words had Raymond’s cock surging to life.
“I’ll go get her. Meet you at your place,” he said.
He went inside to find Kinsley had finished readying for the day. She was looking in the mirror, smacking her lips to adjust the freshly applied lipstick she’d just applied.
Raymond noted she looked as gorgeous as always.
“I thought you’d left,” she said.
“About to. First, I want to drop you off at the babysitter’s,” he said.
She looked at him confused.
“Are you ready? Need to do anything else?”
“I’m ready,” she said, “but what are you talking about?”
Raymond picked her up and got her situated in his arms.
“Let’s go, cutie.”
He took her outside, across the yard, and straight to Braxton’s house.
*****
Braxton sat in the living room and waited. A satisfied grin was plastered on his handsome face. His plan was working.
Perfectly.
He had seen the look of lust and desire in Raymond’s eyes. That man was thinking about his woman the way a man should.
He guessed Raymond and Kinsley had experienced some amazing sex last night. He could see that too in Raymond’s eyes.
Everyone involved was having a good time, including Braxton himself.
Yes, the plan was coming along perfectly.
The doorbell rang. Braxton casually walked toward it. He loved the image that greeted him through the glass storm door.
Raymond was holding Kinsley, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.
He opened the door and waved them inside.
“Well hello, Little Kinsley,” he said.
The woman smiled bashfully and hid her face in Raymond’s shoulder.
She was too cute!
“Look at me,” Raymond said to the Little.
She looked up at her boyfriend with big, innocent eyes.
Braxton nodded approvingly.
“You be a good girl today and mind Uncle Braxton. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Good girl,” he said.
He kissed her lips passionately.
Braxton was happy to see her return the kiss with just as much energy.
Braxton reached for her and Raymond put her into his arms.
“We’ll have lots of fun today,” Braxton promised.
“I don’t doubt that,” Raymond said. “See you this evening, sweetie.” He kissed Kinsley one more time, waved to Braxton and left for work with a skip in his step.
It couldn’t be coming together any better, Braxton thought.
Chapter Fourteen
Kinsley busied herself with Play-Doh while Braxton did his morning work on the computer. The man glanced up numerous times, always with a smile on his face, to take in the site of the cutie having fun and lost in play.
Around lunchtime, he finished his work and got busy in the kitchen.
“How do chicken nuggets, corn, and some fruit sound?” he said.
“Mmm,” Kinsley said. “My tummy is growling.”
“I’m sorry, princess. You should have asked for a snack. I need to do a better job of checking in with you, though.”
“
I didn’t need a snack,” she said.
“But you were hungry.”
“I’m fat enough as it is,” she said in a tone full of self-loathing.
Braxton didn’t like it one bit, but decided to address it later. He sat the lunch before Kinsley and kissed the top of her head.
“Eat up, baby girl.”
The two ate, with Braxton working on a turkey sandwich while Kinsley enjoyed the very Little lunch she’d been given.
“I love all your creations,” Braxton said, flicking his nose toward the various colorful sculptures that dotted the table.
“Look at the house I made,” she said.
“I love it! And a yellow roof. Perfect. Why doesn’t my house have a yellow roof?” he said.
She giggled. “Because it would look silly, Uncle Braxton!”
“Oh,” he said. “I suppose you’re right. But what if I want a yellow roof?”
“Then you’re silly!” she said.
“And you’re cute,” he said as he leaned in. “I think you have some hugs and kisses coming later.”
Kinsley sat up straighter and sucked her bottom lip in. Her excitement was evident as she thought of what was to come.
“First, though, I have a special surprise,” he said. “Root beer floats! I went and bought ice cream and root beer just for you.”
He stood and took their empty dishes toward the sink.
Kinsley slurped the last of her juice box loudly as she contemplated what to do next.
“I’m okay, but thank you.”
Braxton turned and studied her with a raised eyebrow. “That wasn’t a huge lunch and you were pretty hungry. What’s up?”
Kinsley cleared her throat. She sank in her seat and refused to look at Braxton.
He stepped closer.
“Little girl,” he said in a stern voice.
“I’m big and fat and don’t need a root beer float,” she said.
“Oh no, no, no,” he said.
He marched purposely toward her.
She sank even lower in her chair and gulped. She didn’t have to be told. She knew she’d crossed a major line.
Braxton picked her up and took her to his bedroom. Kinsley was certain she was getting a spanking. There was no misreading that look in Braxton’s eyes.
She was surprised when he took her straight into the bathroom. He placed her feet on the ground and then rummaged through the cabinet under the sink. He came up with a bar of soap.
“No, Uncle Braxton! It will be yucky!” she cried.
“You should have thought of that before you said such nasty things about yourself,” he said. “You know that sort of talk is not tolerated with me. Now, get those clothes off. You may keep your panties on but that’s all.”
Her jaw dropped.
“Wh-why do I have to be naked?” Her voice sounded uber Little and submissive.
“Because I told you to get that way,” Braxton said. “But, if you must know, I don’t want to get your clothes messy.”
“Messy?” she said.
“You’ll see, honey. Now get them off. You don’t want me to have to tell you again.”
With trembling hands, Kinsley stripped her shirt, bra, and jeans off. That left her in only white cotton panty briefs. She’d purposely worn underwear that covered her more than that thong had, in case she ran into trouble.
She crossed her arms over her chest in an effort to cover her bare breasts.
As embarrassed as she was to be exposed to Braxton, she was also dripping wet with excitement. She grew even more so when she saw his eyes move up and down her body with an approving smile.
Did he actually find her attractive? She saw only her flaws and blemishes. But Braxton seemed to see something else—something desirous.
“Get those arms down,” he said. “Look in the mirror. Do you know what I see?”
She shook her head “no.”
“I see a beautiful, gorgeous, sexy woman. I consider myself the luckiest man in the world right now, because I’m the only one seeing you.”
She skipped a breath as he placed his hand on her bare shoulder and then moved it down her back. He cupped her bottom as he leaned in and kissed her neck.
“We’ll pick up this conversation later,” he said. “Right now, you have a bar of soap that belongs in that pretty mouth. I want to see teeth marks on it, little girl. And I want you to think of how good that root beer float would taste right now instead of that yucky soap. Understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Open wide.”
She winced as the bar was slid between her lips. Her tongue barely touched it but a tart, clean taste filled her mouth and caused her gag reflex to kick in.
“Hold it in,” Braxton snapped. “Don’t spit it out.”
She shook her head but that was not good enough.
“What was that?” he said.
She said, “Yes, sir,” but it was muffled by the large rectangle of soap wedged in her mouth. She stretched her lips trying to keep them from touching it, but it was no use.
“You’re in time-out,” he announced. “Follow me.”
He directed her back to the kitchen where he positioned a chair to face the wall. He snapped his fingers and pointed to it. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she obeyed.
Braxton went about cleaning the kitchen but kept a watchful eye on the naughty Little. He also kept an eye on her beautiful naked form.
A beautiful woman in a position of complete surrender and submission was the sexiest thing Braxton could think of. He loved every moment of Little Kinsley’s abidance.
He let five minutes tick off the clock before calling for her. She had tears streaming down her face as he led her back to the bathroom. He positioned her to where she faced the mirror, her palms flat and resting on the countertop, her body slightly bent at the waist.
Tears and soapy drool hung from her chin.
“Why did you get soap in your mouth and time-out?” he asked.
She waited on him to remove the bar so she could answer, but he remained still.
“Because I said I’m fat,” she said, although it was barely discernible.
“Are you going to say that again?” he said.
“No, sir.”
“Bend over more. Bottom out.”
Kinsley trembled as she watched Braxton’s reflection in the mirror. He unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops on his pants until it was free. She released a series of muffled cries as he doubled it over.
Yet she still obeyed.
Braxton gave her five quick swats. Her bottom was searing as she absorbed the blows. She bawled but it sounded funny under the obstruction of the soap. She was thankful when he removed the bar.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said between sniffles.
He pulled her close and she started crying louder. He kissed the top of her head and rocked back-and-forth.
“I hope so, princess. You are better than your behavior. Perhaps you’ll make better choices in the future.”
He let her cry for a few minutes before picking her up and taking her to the living room. He sat on the couch and got her adjusted on his lap.
Her crying had mostly subsided. He had no doubt the soap had left an awful remnant in her mouth. He’d make her live with it for a few minutes before turning her loose to rinse it out.
“I think now is the perfect time for those hugs and kisses I mentioned,” he said.
Kinsley agreed.
They sat in silent affection for a bit before Braxton said, “Do you want to come swim tonight?”
Kinsley thought of his pool. “Yes, please.”
“We’ll go buy you a bathing suit,” he said.
“I have one,” she replied.
He chuckled. “Not like I want you to wear, I’m guessing.”
Kinsley wondered what he meant but did not ask. She knew she’d find out soon enough. At that moment, she was content to recei
ve all the affection he’d give.
That almost made the discipline worth it.
With each touch, Kinsley cooed softly. Feeling Braxton’s fingertips on her naked body was heavenly.
She thought of Raymond. Would he freak out to see her and Braxton like that?
She smiled devilishly as she recalled the previous night. He might freak out but not in a bad way! He’d probably cum all over himself.
She giggled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Braxton asked.
She covered her mouth. “Nothing, Uncle Braxton.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing. I hope you aren’t cooking up trouble.”
Kinsley didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure what she was cooking up.
Whatever it was, it sure was exciting.
Chapter Fifteen
Kinsley was afraid to step out and reveal her outfit—or lack of—to Raymond. He’d just gotten home from work and was standing at the kitchen island, completing his afternoon ritual of rifling through the mail.
Kinsley took one last look at herself in the mirror.
What am I doing? she thought. I look disgusting! Raymond and Braxton are going to throw up!
She wouldn’t dare voice that concern to Braxton. She could still taste the soapy remnant left from earlier that day. Her bottom was still sore, too.
She couldn’t believe the bathing suit Braxton had chosen for her. She’d about died when he had pulled it off the rack.
She’d never worn a bikini before. She figured folks would throw up if she did. But Braxton had insisted.
She had no choice but to comply. He was her Dom, after all.
Kinsley drew a deep breath, exhaled, and then opened the door. She walked to the kitchen but remained concealed by a corner, only craning her neck around it to look at Raymond.
“There you are,” he said. “How was your day?”
“Good,” she said.
“Figured you’d still be at Braxton’s,” he said. He looked at her and flashed a devilish grin.
She giggled. He wanted details, a fact she was thankful for.
“I came home to rest a while and then get ready to swim. He’s invited me over tonight. Do you mind?”
Raymond put the mail down and moved closer to Kinsley.
“Why are you hiding?” he said.
