Playing a Little

by Breanna Hayse

  “Me too. Doesn’t a hot bubble bath sound wonderful?”

  “It sure does. Would you…” he paused to study her tilted face, “Would you be interested in sharing one with me? In the big tub.”

  Camille worried her lower lip as she looked at the ground. “I think I would be very interested. Except…”

  “No sex. I promise. I do owe you a spanking though.”

  “Why? I didn’t break any rules!” Camille protested, allowing him to pull her up the icy slope and toward the house.

  “Oh, really? Didn’t I tell you not to dump snow in my face?”

  “Yeah,” she grinned, “but you didn’t say nuthin’ about throwing snowballs.”

  “Technicalities. Do you think you can weasel out that easily? What possessed you to bombard me with snowballs?” he asked, pulling off his wet shoes and socks once they were inside.

  “’Cuz I wanted to. No other reason.”

  “Well, that is how I feel about spanking you. Because I want to.”

  “That’s not fair!”

  He kissed her temple before tugging her hair again. “It doesn’t have to be fair. I’m the daddy. Sit tight while I make our bath.”

  Camille sat on the edge of his bed, arms crossed as she kicked her heels against the frame, trying to appear pouty. Erik strongly suspected the act was for his benefit, for he did not see the terrified, wide-eyed look that she normally offered him when she was about to receive a spanking. He returned to the bedroom and sat next to her.

  “Bath is running. Let’s go ahead and take care of business. Shoving snow in my face while I am still in bed is just as naughty as dumping it on me like you did before. You got spanked for that, too. Care to explain?”

  “I’m a slow learner?” Camille offered him a partial smile.

  “I disagree. I think you are testing me. You want to see how far you can push before I get angry. Well, just an FYI. It won’t work.”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  “You can drop the innocent act, little one. I know you better by now. Nothing you do is going to tick me off enough to make me leave. Cami-girl, like it or not, you are stuck with me. Hopefully, forever.”

  “W… what are you saying?”

  “I am saying that if things continue as they are, then I intend you claim you as mine. You will be both my little girl and my wife.”

  Camille’s jaw dangled as she stared at him in disbelief. He wanted her to marry him one day? She shook her head violently.

  “Nooooo! Ugly girls don’t get married! No!” She broke into tears.

  “How many times must I tell you that you are not ugly? My Lord, Cami,” Erik’s eyes were bright with tears, “do you have any idea how much it crushes me to hear you say things like that about yourself? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met and I love everything about you. To know that you think so poorly of me that you refuse to believe that I am telling you the truth… It really hurts me. I would never lie to you.”

  “You don’t understand.”

  “Maybe I don’t. I guess the only thing attractive about me is how I look. I mean,” he shrugged sadly, “I am desired by women all over the world because I am nothing more than a pretty face. I have no substance or value other than a sex toy, but that doesn’t matter as long as I’m good-looking, right?”

  “That’s not true! I don’t care what you look like. Yeah, you’re hot, but that would mean nothing if you were a jerk, like that turd Jerry! You are the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most caring person I have even known. You are patient and loving, an incredible teacher, and you would make the best father a child could want. A person who couldn’t see that is a fool…” Camille scolded, then stopped short, seeing his grin. He had made his point. “You shithead! It’s not fair to use your acting skills against me.”

  “They must be pretty darn good because I got you to see my perspective. I impress even myself sometimes.” Erik puffed his chest with exaggerated pride.

  “You forgot to add humble to your list of attributes,” Camille said sullenly.

  Erik patted her thigh. “I am the most humble person I know. Just ask me. Now, baby girl. Do we have an understanding? You are my swan. And I am going to make the rest of your life miserable by showing you how much you can be loved.”

  “Miserable? How can loving me make me miserable?”

  “Because part of how I show my love is by paddling that naughty little bottom, which now deserves an extra couple of good swats for swearing.”

  “I was not in my little! That’s…”

  “… Not fair,” Erik completed her mantra. “I want you to stand up in front of me and take off all your clothes. Go on. I’ve seen you naked more times than I can count by now. Why are you blushing?”

  “It’s like you are seeing me that way as an adult… not your little girl. It feels, I don’t know, different.”

  “You are about to be spanked as an adult. So yes, it is different. Take them off, Camille. Every stitch,” he ordered, crossing his arms. With downcast eyes, Camille obeyed. Erik simply nodded with approval, knowing that making her strip before his watchful eyes was likely the most intimate act she had ever performed. She could not hide from him, nor could she escape the knowledge that he desired her. The telltale bulge in his pants was clearly obvious.

  “Hold your chin up with pride, Camille. Let me assess you, like a director in a movie,” Erik said, standing. She trembled as he placed the flat of his warm hand on her upper arm, turning her around slowly before his eyes.

  “Your skin is amazing,” he began, his fingers trailing across her back and down her arm. “It reminds me of a bone china teacup. It is so pale, except for this smattering of freckles on your nose. They add a sense of mischief. I have never seen eyes this color either. You might call them hazel, but they are more like a sage green with a glow of golden highlights. Stunning. We should see about you doing some eye modeling for contacts and glasses. Yes,” he said more to himself than her. “I will have to make that suggestion to Stan.”

  He continued, allowing his hand to stroke her wet ponytail before taking out the elastic. “I am really glad that you didn’t cut this. Rarely do I see a true redhead anymore. I remember one year Arty took me to Vermont during the fall. I had never seen anything more breathtaking than the red jewel-tone leaves that surrounded the hotel. Like your hair,” he ran his fingers through the tangles, “it was rich and warm. I spent hours just staring at those trees, memorizing the color.”

  “You are embarrassing me,” Camille whispered.

  “By telling you the truth about yourself? I’m not done,” Erik patted her bare backside. “Your body was a surprise to me. After seeing the types of clothing you wear, I was expecting a rather formless sight. You have soft, feminine curves in all the right places. There is nothing angular about you at all. From the arch of your neck,” he murmured, running his lips against her throat, “to these lovely pink-tipped breasts, I was not disappointed. My favorite part of your body, though, is your bottom. It is shaped like a heart with curves made just for holding. And spanking.”

  He ignored her groan as he stood in front of her, reaching around to grab hold of those rounded globes and pulling her close to his body. He kissed her again, his hands kneading the flesh of her bottom. Camille slowly parted her lips to him and lifted her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper into her mouth as she subconsciously began to rub her naked body against him. Clearing his throat, Erik slowly disengaged his lips from hers and, taking her hand, led her to the bed where he promptly pulled her to lie over his knees.

  His hand once again found those two beautiful mounds that hid the delights he had yet to enjoy. He ran his finger down from the top of her spine to the sweet dimple at the base before lightly skimming it between her cheeks. His keen gaze did not miss the glimpse of moist glazing from her arousal, causing him to smile. Just as lightly, he brushed the backs of her alabaster thighs and watched as tiny little goosebumps rose in re
sponse to his touch. She was so ripe for love! But… he promised.

  “You have been a very bad girl, darling,” he began in his low, steady voice. Camille’s body shivered, her breath ragged as she waited. “I would not be honest if I told you I was disappointed with your little act of defiance. I found it appealing. Cold, but appealing. Having some spunk and playfulness is a good thing, but not at ten in the morning. And then swearing! Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “No… I don’t think you are. But you will be.”

  “It is really hard to be sorry when lying on cold, wet denim. Oh, and the tub is still running. Don’t you need to turn it off?” Camille asked, grasping for an excuse to escape.

  “The wet denim is your fault. And the tub has an automatic switch. But good try. Prepare yourself, darling. This bottom is about to turn fifty shades of red.”

  “Owie!” Camille yelped as the first smack popped her right cheek. Smack! His palm met her left side with vigor. Camille squealed, wriggling to escape the next blow. Smack! Smack! Two more spanks fell upon the same spot with the intent of eliciting a sting that would not quickly dissipate.

  “Errrrrrriiiikkkk!” Camille whined, struggling not to fall on her face as she dangled precariously on the perch of his thigh. “I’m sooooorrrry!”

  “You are sounding a bit more sincere, but I still have my doubts. Hmmm, maybe this will help.”

  The sound of him pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans caused Camille to freeze in place.

  “Noooo, not a belt!” She began to cry. “I’ll be good! I promise!”

  The buckle jingled as he silently folded the belt in half and laid it across her pink half-moons. “Bad girls, especially grownup ones, need special reminders of how to behave. I am going to spank you ten times with my belt. This is just a little taste of how it can feel for the next time you want to be a brat.”

  “Eeeeeow!” Camille yipped as the first stroke fell across her sensitive orbs. However, the caress of his warm hand quickly soothed her pain. He struck her again, sharply, and followed the lash with gentle fondling. A soft sigh escaped her as she relaxed under his hand. A third and a fourth stroke bit into the under-curve of her bottom and Camille lifted her pelvis off his lap before becoming a limp rag under the bolder ministrations of his hand. She parted her thighs ever so slightly as his fingertips tickled the little valley formed right below her bright red posterior.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! The belt whipped against her three more times, and she groaned loudly as she lifted her bottom to receive it. Cautiously, Erik dipped his fingers to touch her wanting body, thrilled in the knowledge that he was the first to introduce her to pleasure. She was so hot! And her wetness had already begun to spread beyond her pouting, pink lips.

  “Three more left, Camille. And then we are done,” Erik said in a firm tone, gauging her response to his words. Camille lifted her bottom to receive his offering. He did not disappoint her as he sent the strap sailing across the crimson fleshiness of her buttocks. She did not pull away from the strokes, nor did she protest the severity. She merely accepted.

  Erik’s hand shook with excitement as he proceeded to soothe her heated stripes. He had promised her that there would be no sex until she was ready, but she invited intimacy as she parted her thighs for him to explore. He caressed her, his fingers delving slowly toward the treasure that she hid amidst the short, red curls. Camille lifted her hips toward his hand, inviting him in.

  A single finger edged its way into her, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of the gentle invasion. Her slick moistness made it difficult not to go deeper, but he waited for her muscles to relax and give him access. There! He felt her clutch him in want, sucking him inside and holding him snugly. Oh, how wonderful it would be when it was his cock she held! He withdrew and then pressed inside of her again, slowly fucking her with his finger and enjoying the sounds of her muffled wanting whimpers that she buried in his jeans. He pulled himself from her again, this time bringing the lubricated digit to her rigid little nub. She jerked under him as he began to make lazy little circles around it, pinching lightly and kneading it between his thumb and index finger. He released her to pay attention to her swollen lips, touching and exploring every fold.

  He stopped as Camille began to cry quietly. Had he hurt her?

  “Cami? Why are you crying? I thought you wanted…” He pulled her naked body to sit upon his lap, drawing her head to his shoulder.

  “I do! More than I can say,” she sniffed. “I’m just scared. Never have, even, you know…”

  Erik’s face registered shock. “You have never had an orgasm before? Not even by yourself?”

  Camille shook her head, hiding her face in his shirt. “No. The day you caught me in the tub doing… That… Was the closest I had ever been. My mother said girls that diddled with themselves were whores. She told me that no self-respecting woman would expect pleasure from a man and that those who did would be condemned to burn in hell. She also said that women who allow themselves to be treated so disgustedly could have heart attacks…”

  “Oh, Lord, how ignorant can one person be? Didn’t anyone ever talk to you about the truth between men and women?” he groaned, seeing the extent of Camille’s innocence and understanding why sex was so fearful to her. “Honey, these lies came from a bitter woman whose love life was destroyed. I don’t know what happened to her to cause this demented view, but she is so wrong. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Your damn mother forced her own sick, twisted views on you for reasons I can’t even begin to understand,” he growled, tightening his hold. “This need you have is natural and there is nothing wrong with it. And the pleasure shared between a man and woman is unbelievably amazing, especially if the two love and care for one another. Hey! Look at me. Have I ever lied to you?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “You trust that I love and care for you, don’t you?”

  “Yeah… I guess. I still…”

  Erik ignored her hint of doubt. “You know I would never harm you, right?”

  “Absolutely.” Her reply was strong.

  He kissed her forehead. “Will you allow me to prove that your mother was wrong?”

  Camille hesitated, looking at the floor. Very slowly, she nodded.

  “Thank you,” Erik said quietly. “I promise, this will help you see the truth. About yourself and about us.”

  “You won’t…”

  “Not until you tell me you are ready. But there are other ways of being pleasured.”

  Erik smiled reassuringly as he led her into the bathroom. The tub was thick with rich, white bubbles and the gentle hum from the motor vibrated against the tiled walls.

  “I want you to undress me. Take as much time as you want. Don’t be afraid to look or explore. I don’t bite,” he said. Camille raised her eyebrow with a doubtful expression, making him chuckle. “I don’t! Nibble and chew a little, but that’s all.”

  “Can we turn off the lights?”

  “No. I have nothing to hide from you. And I enjoy seeing you clearly. Don’t be afraid.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Camille held her breath as she shakily began to unbutton Erik’s shirt. She had not seen his naked chest except on the silver screen, nor was she prepared to take in his bronzed beauty. He worked hard at keeping fit, knowing his body was part of what sold him as an actor. She studied the rounded muscles on the top of each shoulder, noticing that the skin was thin enough to see his veins. His hard pectoral muscles, and the tiny brown nipples that sat in the center of each, fascinated her. He was not overtly large, but his chest was broad and perfectly proportioned, tapering down to a slender waist. His abdomen was sliced into sculptured elegance, each muscle group accented by dips and swells. She glanced up at him nervously. His smile encouraged her to continue.

  Her fingers trembled as she lifted them to stroke the fine, golden brown hair that feathered his chest, tracing it to the center of his belly where it venture
d down, disappearing below his jeans. She touched a nipple, watching as it immediately tightened beneath her finger-pads. She leaned forward and touched it with her tongue. Her heart pattered as Erik released a groan of pleasure at this simple gesture. She tasted the other side as well, circling the tiny hard nub with the tip of her tongue before taking it into her mouth and sucking softly. The feeling of Erik tightening under her hands gave her a sense of power and confidence. She moved her mouth down to his abdomen, feeling his muscles under the warm, sweet skin of his belly. She paused, dipping her tongue into his indentation, now fully aware of the reaction she was eliciting.

  She reached for the button of his jeans, grateful that he had left his belt upon the bed, thus sparing her the embarrassment of fighting to remove the accessory. She knew her actions were clumsy and inexperienced, but did not realize that it was because of her innocence that Erik was so aroused. The zipper fell slowly down and, immediately, a large bulge pressed through the opening. Reaching behind him, Camille slid the jeans down to his thighs, trying not to struggle with the wet material. She kept her eyes focused on the twitching motion behind the royal blue boxer shorts, licking her dry lips anxiously.

  “Boxer shorts?” she asked in surprise, expecting to see him adorned in tiny, sexy speedos.

  “Like I told you, baby girl, things aren’t always what the media paints them to be. I like being conservative. Plus, these are a heck of a lot more comfortable, especially after being around you day and night.”

  “Oh… Can I…”

  “You may do anything your heart desires. I belong to you. These need to come off though.” He gestured to the wet jeans hanging at half-mast.

  Camille slid them from his legs, tossing them aside before placing her hands over the hard, muscular thighs. This was one part of his body she was accustomed to, having spent quite a lot of time spread over them. But his legs were not what she was curious about. Camille lifted her hand to touch the material-covered ridge of his cock, feeling her eyes widening as it seemed to grow beneath her finger. Shyly, she slipped her pinky under the waistband and, ever so slowly, drew the fabric away from the secret prize that awaited her.