by Sue Lyndon
“Do you need to go potty?” he asked.
Heat rushed to her face and she shook her head adamantly. “No. Can I get in the water now, please?” Of course, after listening to the water run, she really did have to go, but she wasn’t about to admit that to Trevor. Shame filled her and her eyes widened when he approached to grasp her hand and lead her toward the toilet. “I said I don’t have to go!”
“I think you do, sweetheart. Just sit and try, okay?” He lifted the lid and faced her.
Emily wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. He wasn’t leaving the bathroom! She opened her mouth to protest, but he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and sat her down on the seat. She gawked up at him in horror.
“Trevor, you have to leave!” Nodding at the door, she gave him a pleading look. “Get out right now!”
He crossed his arms and raised one thick eyebrow. “That’s no way to speak to me, missy. Now go potty so I can get you into the tub.”
She glared at him.
“I’m not leaving, Emily. Now go. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Easy for him to say. She glowered and sulked, squirming on the seat under his watchful gaze. Lowering her head, she hoped he’d leave the bathroom for a minute if she waited. Perhaps he’d realize she was serious and give her some privacy. Stubbornly, she glared at the floor and ignored Trevor.
“Emily,” he said in warm voice, “please be a good girl and go potty for me.”
Her desire to please Trevor battled with her shame. She looked into his gentle expression and saw acceptance, and her resolve to fight him faded. After glancing away, she relieved herself.
“Good girl.”
She wasn’t surprised when he insisted on cleaning her up himself, and she stood still as he did so, though another rush of heat seared her face. A soft sigh left her as she sank into the tub with his assistance, but she winced the moment her spanked bottom hit the water. But after a few seconds, the pain faded and she relaxed in the tub, enjoying the massive amount of bubbles. Impulsively, she reached for a pink rubber ducky. She clasped it and giggled when it squeaked.
Trevor sat on the edge of the tub, holding a washcloth. She smiled at him and sloshed in the water, feeling the years and the stress melt away. She scooped up a handful of bubbles and blew them straight at Trevor.
Chapter Nine
The moon shone down on the ranch, bathing the outbuildings and barns in its white light. Stars sparkled in the sky, and a cool breeze ruffled Trevor’s hair. He sat on the porch steps, reminiscing about his perfect evening spent with Emily. She’d allowed him to take care of her, and she’d been so sweet and receptive to his treatment, despite her shyness.
After her bath he’d dried her off and dressed her in a pair of Hello Kitty pajamas. He’d brushed her hair and helped her brush her teeth, then told her to pick out a bedtime story. In a rocking chair in the corner of her room, he snuggled her on his lap and read Cinderella. She’d buried her face in his chest and listened quietly to the story while toying with the buttons on his shirt. After he finished the book, he rocked her for several minutes, holding her in his lap while she gazed sleepily up at him.
His heart had never felt so warm and large. The words that tumbled from her mouth when he finally tucked her in kept replaying in his mind.
“Thank you for taking care of me tonight. I love you, Trevor,” she’d said.
“I love you too, Emily, my sweet little girl,” he’d replied, his throat burning as he spoke.
The following weekend, Trevor and Daniel surprised Emily with a redecorated room. They sent her off to spend time with Mark’s wife and daughter, who’d finally returned after a trip to visit family in North Carolina. They painted the room pink, knowing it was Emily’s favorite color, and replaced all of the furniture except for the rocking chair. The white furniture set contrasted nicely with the pink walls, and after the paint dried, they added the finishing touches—Emily’s name in big wooden letters affixed to the wall above her bed, a few paintings of puppies, kittens, and baby bunnies, new pink curtains, a toy box filled with ponies and dolls, and a big teddy bear on her bed. More storybooks were added to her bookshelf, and more of the frilly little girl dresses she looked so adorable wearing were added to her closet as well.
“She’s going to love it,” Daniel said, his gaze sweeping around the room.
Trevor surveyed their work with satisfaction. It looked like a room for a very special little girl, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she saw it.
Daniel left to go pick her up from Mark’s house, and when they returned, he escorted her upstairs. Their voices floated down the hallway, and Trevor grinned at the conversation he overheard.
“I’m not tired!” Emily said. “I don’t wanna take a nap today.”
“Emily, it’s nap time and that’s final. If you don’t lose the bad attitude, you’ll be taking your nap with a very sore little bottom.”
“Oh, fine,” she said, sighing deeply as they reached her room. She walked inside and met Trevor’s gaze with a questioning look, then her mouth fell open and she glanced around the room in awe.
Daniel leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling. Trevor laughed as she spun around in a circle, taking it all in.
“You redecorated my room!” she gasped.
“It was all my idea,” Trevor said in a teasing tone.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s jealous of my superior interior decorating skills,” Daniel said, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. “Do you like it?”
“Do I like it?” She stared at them incredulously. “I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She turned in Daniel’s arms to give him a quick kiss on the lips, then hurried to Trevor and threw her arms around his neck, giggling as she kissed him too.
Trevor lifted her off the ground and spun her around while she laughed.
“Hey, put me down!”
He lowered her to the floor, and she embraced and kissed each one of them again, exclaiming her thanks with excitement. Hopping up on the bed, she hugged the teddy bear to her chest as she gazed at her name spelled out on the wall in large letters. Tears slid down her cheeks, but Trevor knew they were from happiness. She sniffled and wiped them away, hugging her teddy bear tighter.
“I love you both very much,” she said.
“We love you too, little girl. Now you have a special place to call your own.” Daniel sank down on the bed next to her, and Trevor sat on the other side and stroked her hair while she inspected the stack of books on the nightstand. They’d filled the bookcase with dozens of new books, but they’d placed her favorites next to the bed, most of them classic fairy tales like Mother Goose, Rapunzel, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
Emily loved her room and even took a nap, not putting up a fuss as Trevor and Daniel tucked her in with her teddy bear. She seemed virtually carefree for the next few days, flitting happily around the house, playing with her new toys, doing her chores, and spending more time with Mark’s wife, Amy, and their daughter, Caroline. Amy taught Emily how to make bread and various baked goods, and she delighted in surprising them each day with her new creations.
Trevor enjoyed watching Emily disappear into her own little world when she colored a picture or set up her toy ponies in a line across her bedroom floor. Given his knowledge of her past, he suspected she’d never had a safe place to be herself, especially when she was a child. She’d had to grow up fast and deal with the stresses of the adult world at much too early an age. It was no wonder she had a troubled past and had gotten in with the wrong crowd. She’d been desperate for love and attention, and now for the first time in her life, she had a place to belong. A place to call home.
It warmed his heart to know she wanted to stay here with them, and she told them she loved them on a daily basis. She had so much love to give, and rage heated Trevor’s blood when he thought of all the people who’d taken advantage of her and hurt her. Her mother wasn’t fit to
have children, and her deadbeat father, whoever he was, could rot in hell for all Trevor cared.
And Officer Patrick. His jaw clenched when he thought about the fright he’d given Emily and about what had almost happened on the side of the road. Trevor couldn’t wait for Patrick’s arrest, but he was a little apprehensive about the trial. Emily would have to testify, and he hated that she’d have to relive the horror of that night in front of a courtroom full of strangers. When the whole thing ended and Patrick was locked away, he vowed to take a vacation and force Daniel to take one too. He wanted to be there for Emily and help her heal.
She was theirs, forever.
* * *
Even though Daniel had three weeks off, he went into his practice one evening to help his partner with a computer problem, leaving Emily alone with Trevor for the evening. Excitement filled her to have some one-on-one time with him, especially since he’d worked late the past few days. She helped him fix lasagna and salad for dinner, and they ate in front of the television. After they finished dinner and cleaned up, they returned to the living room just as Jeopardy started.
“Want to play?” Trevor asked as Alex Trebek appeared on the screen.
“Sure. I’ll kick your butt,” Emily replied with a laugh.
“Care to make it interesting?” he asked, his gaze boring into her.
She flushed and glanced at her fidgeting hands before meeting his stare. “A bet?”
“A bet. If you win, what do you want?”
“I want to stay up until midnight tonight,” she said, lifting her chin proudly.
He chuckled. “Okay, fair enough.” Tapping his chin, he stared at the ceiling while she waited. She suspected he’d pick something naughty, and her pussy clenched as she shifted on the couch, moving closer to his warm, solid body. “Ah, I know. If I win, you’re getting a spanking. Ten spanks for every point I come in ahead of you.”
Smirking, she stuck her hand out. “It’s a deal.” They shook on it and started playing.
Thirty minutes later, Emily was squirming in her seat, wondering how on earth she’d be able to sit down after the spanking she had coming. The score was ten to twenty-one, and Trevor was in the lead. He was being cocky about it too, proclaiming “Ten more spanks!” each time he called out a correct answer.
She decided to be daring and bet it all during final Jeopardy, but the question went right over her head and she got it wrong. Trevor got it wrong too, but he still had his twenty-one points as he hadn’t bet any during the final question.
She gulped. Zero to twenty-one. Two hundred and ten spanks.
She shrank back on the pillows and regarded Trevor with wide eyes. “You’re not really going to spank me that much, are you?” She suspected they’d be light spanks, but still…
The practice spanking he’d given her the other night had hurt. His hands were large and as solid as a paddle. The thought of being spanked with an implement didn’t scare her as she looked at his hands. His hands were enough. Even though he was about an inch or two shorter than Daniel, his hands were noticeably larger and quite intimidating.
“A bet is a bet,” Trevor finally said, his eyes darkening as he stood up. “I’ll administer your spanking upstairs. In my room.” His eyes grew even darker, so dark they hardly looked blue anymore.
She rose up on shaky legs, and her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She was going to go in his room! And the darkness in his gaze spoke of desire. She stifled a gasp when she noticed a large bulge tenting the front of his jeans.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asked.
He pulled her to him, pressing her against his body as he cupped her bottom. “Spankings always hurt,” he said. “Even the fun ones hurt a little. Don’t be scared.”
Taking a deep breath, she grasped his offered hand and followed him upstairs and into his bedroom. Anticipation curled in her belly, and shivers raced up and down her back. This was it. She had no doubt about what would happen after her spanking—a spanking Trevor had promised would be fun. Her insides clenched as she looked at the bed, a king size with a massive headboard. His room was similar to Daniel’s and had the same rustic western décor as the rest of the house.
He shut the door and locked it, and she turned to face him with her heart pounding. He’d been so kind to her, so helpful and loving, and she couldn’t imagine life without him. He understood all her secret desires to be taken care of and nurtured, and it still touched her that her new room had been his idea. Daniel had confessed that Trevor brought it up, and the two of them had worked together to give her the perfect bedroom. The kind of room she’d always wanted but never had. As a child, she’d dreamed of a place to call her own, a special area she could decorate and play in, but her mother had moved them from apartment to apartment in order to escape paying rent. Oftentimes she had to make due with a dirty old couch to sleep on, and the few toys and treasures she owned, most of them gifts from Aunt Jamie, were kept in a small backpack.
Those days were over, and she never had to return to that lonely place again. Trevor took her hands in his, lifting them up to kiss her fingertips. She shuddered.
“Time for you to pay up, sweetheart.” Lust glimmered in his eyes.
Remaining silent, unable to speak if she tried, she followed his lead as he prepared to spank her. He sat on the edge of the bed and guided her over his strong thighs. She felt tiny with her legs dangling, and he positioned her bottom high on his lap, cupping her bottom as he helped her into place. Her breath caught when he lifted her dress up, taking his time as he pushed it above her waist. Heat surged straight to her pussy, where her clit was pulsing and all her nerve endings flamed with need. She squirmed and gasped the moment his fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties, and Trevor soon had them bunched around her knees.
Tremors of desire raced through her as he stroked her bare bottom, one huge hand covering her as he toyed with her, caressing and even pulling her cheeks apart a few times. Her face heated with shame each time he exposed her asshole, especially when he left her splayed open long enough for the cool air to rush against her most private places and she knew he’d probably glimpsed the moisture pooling between her thighs. Her nipples tightened with need, and she closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing so it didn’t sound like she was panting wantonly.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your spanking, Emily?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He trailed a finger down her crevice and over her pussy lips, discovering the wetness escaping her smooth lips. “You’re very wet right now, Emily.”
She groaned and hid her face in the quilt. As he explored her arousal further, sliding into her folds to find her hot and slick, her hips moved of their own accord. His fingers were magic. Her hips jerked again as he circled her tight bud, bringing her oh so close to the brink of a precious release. Her breathing accelerated and she lifted her head, seeking air as she moved her center against his delving hand. She was close. So close. But then the spanking started, and he was no longer stroking her clit.
The slaps to her bottom were quick and light, and she decided that this so-called fun spanking was indeed fun. She tried to count but lost track after fifty smacks. Her backside heated under his hand, and she soon found she was arching her bottom up to meet the blows. A few spanks landed on her upper thighs, and she began to squirm over his lap as the first signals of real pain began to permeate her erotic haze. Beneath her center, the unmistakable bulge of his erect cock pressed against her, and she gyrated over his hugeness in hopes of distracting him from finishing her spanking. She was ready to move on to other, much naughtier things, and her pussy pulsed as she imagined his thick cock filling her up.
“None of that yet, young lady,” he scolded, placing a sharp swat to each of her thighs. “We’re not even halfway finished with your spanking. Be good or I’ll give you extras.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she said, wincing as the sting covering her backside in
tensified, the slaps falling harder and faster than before. Well, he had promised a little pain. She took deep breaths and tried to keep still, though the urge to grind against his swollen cock remained. She’d been longing for this moment for weeks, and now Trevor was finally going to make her his.
She whimpered as the spanking became downright painful, and just as she was about to reach back to cover her bottom, he stopped. Was it over? She peered over her shoulder, breathless, and met his heated gaze. A shudder racked her body as he splayed her cheeks apart again, tracing her exposed crevice with one finger. When he reached her asshole, he tapped at her tight entrance and she tensed up.
“Is it over?”
“Yes, sweetheart, it’s over. Your bottom is a beautiful shade of red, Emily.”
“I am never playing Jeopardy with you again.”
He smirked at her and dipped two fingers into the moisture pooling in her pussy. “I don’t know, Emily, I think you’re enjoying yourself right now. You’re soaking wet and your face is flushed.”
She turned around and gasped as his moistened fingers pressed against her bottom hole again, and this time one of them pressed inside, filling her up with a delicious burn that sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. The sound of her whimpers and moans filled the air as he pushed deeper into her asshole.
“Your bottom hole is very tight, Emily, but I’ve got one finger all the way inside you right now,” he said, his voice strained.
She couldn’t form a response. Her brain had turned to mush, and her arms and legs felt weightless as he continued to fuck her ass with his finger, thrusting in and out slowly. Her backside still throbbed from her spanking, and she longed to rub out the sting. As he plunged in and out, the pace of his thrusts increasing, her clit felt swollen and bereft. She wished he’d touch her there again. Soon. She broke out in a sweat, desperate for even a small measure of relief. Moisture continued to gather between her thighs, her pussy pulsing and aching for attention.
