I nod. “That’s the plan.”
“I’ve spoken to my boss too, Blade. He’ll be at Surrender Friday night. An extra set of eyes all around can’t hurt.”
“Thank you.” I remember Blade. I met him eight months ago. Extra eyes are in everyone’s best interest. “Do you have any other friends I know that I’m going to see at Surrender?”
Davis glances at me. “If you go often enough, yes. I was going to mention that to you. Cindy and Hudson are members. Cindy owns the animal shelter. They won’t be there this Friday, however.”
I nod. I had guessed those two might be members.
Davis looks at me again, not saying anything.
I lick my lips. “Please be assured I will keep everyone’s identity confidential. I have no intention of upsetting anyone’s lives. My concern is ensuring Evelyn is safe.”
Davis chuckles.
“What?”
“Evelyn?”
“Eve. I’m still getting used to thinking of her by the nickname.”
He cocks his head to one side, a slight smirk on his lips. “You sure you’re not into age play?”
I narrow my gaze. “Why?”
He shrugs. “She lets Daddies call her Evelyn. No one else.”
I swallow. Or perhaps gulp.
He laughs again. “Shall we eat?” He turns toward the hallway, his voice rising slightly as he continues speaking. “Britney. Eve. Time for dinner.”
Moments later, the two women enter the kitchen. Britney bounces over to what I assume is her usual spot at the table. “Can Eve sit next to me, Daddy?”
“Sure, sweetie.” Davis moves the second sippy cup and plate and silverware to the other side of the table next to Britney.
I wait for the two women…girls?…to sit, then I settle into the chair meant for me. “This smells and looks amazing.”
Davis is still standing. He picks up the spatula and cuts into the lasagna. “We aren’t super formal here, Colt. Help yourself. I’ll just serve the girls.”
He’s just answered my question. He does refer to them as girls. Again, I’m curious how this translates to a sexual relationship.
He scoops out a steaming serving of lasagna onto Eve’s and Britney’s plates. After handing me the spatula, he serves them each from the salad bowl too.
Britney leans forward to peer at the plate. “Did you put carrots on it, Daddy?”
He taps her nose. “No, sweetie. I did not put carrots on the salad, just for you.” He grips her chin. “So, no excuses. You’ll eat every bite. And wait a moment for the lasagna to cool so you don’t burn your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I watch, mesmerized as he cuts her food and then sets a slice of bread on her plate.
“Would you like me to cut yours too, Eve?” he asks.
She shakes her head. “No, Sir.” Her voice is soft. She’s not meeting anyone’s gaze.
My chest is tight. I hate that I’m stifling her.
Once we’re all served, Davis sits, and we all start eating.
“Damn, this is delicious,” I state as I swallow my first bite.
Britney giggles and covers her mouth.
I glance at her and realize she’s reacting to my language. “Oops. Sorry. I guess you don’t cuss in this house.”
Davis chuckles. “You can cuss all you want. Britney may not. She knows she won’t be able to sit for a week if I hear her using naughty words.”
I can’t help smiling as she squirms on her chair, no longer giggling.
This entire dynamic is intriguing, but Davis and Britney are clearly happy, and it’s endearing in a way. I will never judge another human being for their life choices in my life. That’s for sure.
Eve is quiet as she eats. She’s been quiet the entire time we’ve been here.
I wish I could make some sort of small talk with her, but I’m afraid to make things worse. My inclination is to ask her about her day, but I get the feeling her workday is so far removed from her evenings that she would be even more unnerved if I suggested she mix the two.
Davis dotes on Britney. He refills her juice when it’s empty, gets her another helping of lasagna, even hands her a napkin when she gets sauce on her face. He loves her to pieces.
When we’re done, everyone takes their dishes to the sink, and I help Davis put things in the fridge while Britney and Eve wander toward the kennel where the puppy is whimpering.
“Can I let Charlie out yet, Daddy?”
“In a minute, sweetie.”
“But he wants to come out now, Daddy,” she whines.
“And what will he need to do the moment you let him out?” Davis asks.
“Go potty,” she responds.
“Where is he going to do that?” Davis asks.
It’s like ping pong watching them. I can’t help but smile.
“In the backyard,” Britney murmurs dejectedly.
I’m missing something here, and I imagine I’m about to find out what.
“Are you permitted to go out back without Daddy?” He keeps loading the dishwasher.
Ahhh. I see where this is going.
“No, Sir.”
“Then exercise some patience, sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sticks her fingers through the cage to stroke the puppy’s fur. “Just a few minutes, Charlie,” she tells him.
I struggle not to chuckle as I wrap tinfoil over the lasagna and put it in the fridge.
I’m pretty sure Davis takes his time finishing in the kitchen before turning back to the girls. “Okay. You can open the kennel now, sweetie. Careful not to pinch your fingers.”
Britney jumps to her feet and opens the little cage. Eve stands next to her.
A very rambunctious puppy scrambles out of the confined space, jumping up on Eve the moment he can.
Eve giggles and threads her fingers in his fur. “Aren’t you the cutest puppy ever?” It’s the first time she’s cracked a smile since we got here. I like seeing her more relaxed. The puppy has caused her to forget her plight.
“Come on, girls. Quickly. Outside. Before he pees on the floor.” Davis opens the sliding door, and Charlie runs past everyone into the yard.
We all follow, but it’s too cold to stay outside long.
Eve wraps her arms around her middle and shivers.
Again, I want to hold her. I really need to stop thinking of her like this.
Luckily, Charlie pees quickly, and we all go back inside.
The little dog runs like crazy all over the great room, while Britney chases after him and finally manages to catch him. She plops onto her butt on the floor and pulls him into her lap, giggling at his puppy kisses.
Eve sits next to her, legs crossed. She looks eager but waits patiently until Britney hands her the puppy so she can have a turn petting him.
Davis and I return to our spots from earlier, me on the couch near him, him in the armchair.
Britney tips her head back. “Can we watch a movie, Daddy?”
“What did I tell you before they arrived?”
She sighs. “That it would be too late and past my bedtime.”
He narrows his gaze. “You didn’t have a nap today. Don’t fall apart on me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smile, remembering that on Sunday she’d been napping when I called. Now I understand why.
“Put Charlie back in his kennel and come here,” Davis commands.
Britney scoops up the puppy and carries the wiggling little guy back to his cage. He goes in and settles down almost immediately, a testament to how hard they must be working to train him.
When Britney returns to stand in front of Davis, he grips her chin.
“You’re being intentionally naughty, aren’t you, sweetie?”
She squirms and looks down. “Maybe.”
He chuckles and looks at me. “Britney isn’t usually disobedient, but we spoke earlier about me spanking her in front of you so you can witness the dynamic. It’s a little out of our norm to p
erform intentionally. It’s not a game for us. It’s a lifestyle. I spank her when she’s disobedient. Setting up a time to intentionally spank Britney isn’t our regular routine. Lots of couples do though. It’s not uncommon for littles and Daddies to set aside a specific time when they intend to play and then include certain elements that fulfill their needs.”
My brow is furrowed as I try to grasp his meaning.
Eve surprises me by coming to my side and sitting next to me on the couch. “It’s what I usually do,” she tells me. “I arrange to do a scene with a Daddy at Surrender at a specific time. I misbehave on purpose. He spanks me. Then he cuddles me, and we’re done. We go our separate ways.”
I look toward her and nod. “I get it.” I don’t stop myself from touching her this time. She’s so close, and I can’t resist. Plus, I think she needs it. So, I brush a lock of hair away from her forehead and tuck it behind her ear.
She tips her head into my hand, melting me. What happens next makes my heart pound. Eve scoots slightly closer and wraps her arm around mine before leaning her cheek against my biceps. She did something similar in the middle of the night, but I’m surprised by her doing so in front of others.
I’m also not sorry. And I don’t want her to pull away. So, I reach across with my other hand and hold her free hand in my lap. It’s like she thinks I might need comforting for what’s about to happen.
I turn back to Davis who’s watching us closely, almost smiling. “I don’t want you to do something unnatural and out of the ordinary on my account,” I tell him.
Britney steps between Davis’s legs, but turns to face me as he wraps his arms around her middle. “Spanking is a key element of age play,” she tells me. “It’s important for you to understand it if you’re going to fit in at Surrender. You’ll probably end up needing to spank Eve if you come very many times. Plus, there are several nuances. You’ll need to understand them.”
Davis gives her a squeeze. “She’s right. Not everyone enjoys exactly the same dynamic, but some basic aspects hold true for nearly everyone. Namely what your intentions are when you spank someone. Pleasure or discipline or both.”
I nod, listening closely, trying not to let Eve sense my nervous tension through my body language. I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb where I’m holding her fingers against my thigh.
Davis continues, “Those aspects are true for all submissives, not just littles. Some subs get a tremendous release from a hard spanking by itself. It’s freeing. Other subs get very aroused from spankings and like to finish with an amazing orgasm.”
I lick my lips. Christ, this is complicated.
“A lot of the subtle difference stems from where you spank a submissive. It tends to hurt more and not lead to arousal when you spank higher on their bottom. When you swat at the junction of the butt with the thighs, many women can feel the vibrations clear to their clit.”
I’ve never in my life had such a frank discussion about orgasms and body parts. I have to force myself to breathe. No one else in the room is as unnerved as me. Not even Eve.
Davis’s expression grows devious. “Some Doms like to make their sub squirm, with or without giving them relief. When I spank Britney, I don’t avoid the sweet spot. I can read her well enough to know when she’s aroused. But, if I’m spanking her for discipline, I don’t let her come afterward. Leaving her wanting adds to the punishment.”
No way to keep my eyes from growing wide.
Eve finally shifts uncomfortably next to me.
I glance at her. “You okay?”
She nods, but her grip is harder on my arm. “I…uh… I don’t mix sex with my punishments.”
I stare at her. I’m taking in so much information that I can’t even process what she’s insinuating, so I simply squeeze her hand.
Davis responds. “Like I said. Everyone is different. Just like there are some subs who get what they need from a spanking alone, there are also littles who do too.”
All my questions about where sex comes into age play are running through my head. I’m not remotely sure anyone has made it clear either.
Davis moves Britney from between his legs to one side. He cups her face and meets her gaze. “You still okay with this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t have to be. I won’t be mad if you don’t want to perform for Colt.”
Part of me wants to interject and stop them, but I don’t. Mostly because there’s more going on here than just how I feel. I sense that this is a line Britney needs to cross for some reason too.
“I want you to spank me, Daddy.”
He strokes her cheek and kisses her gently on the lips. “Good girl.” He doesn’t look back at us as he lowers her over his lap.
I don’t move a muscle, praying to God I don’t gasp or react in any way. It seems like Eve is intentionally grounding me, as if she knows I need someone to help me through this.
I’ve watched porn. I’ve seen spankings. On my computer.
This is not my computer.
I hold my breath while Davis pushes Britney’s dress up her back, higher than necessary, and my pulse races when he lowers her tights and panties down to her knees.
I’m sitting at an angle to them, close to her feet. Close enough to see everything.
Davis pulls her hands to the small of her back and clasps her wrists together. He palms her bottom before nudging her thighs. “Spread your knees wider, sweetie.”
She obliges him, stretching her panties and tights.
I don’t look away, because that would defeat the purpose here, but holy shit, I can see her pussy. It’s shaved bare and glistening with arousal. She’s squirming too. This gets her off.
Eve pulls her hand from my grip and sets it on top of mine instead. I was probably squeezing too tight. She snuggles closer. “He’s not going to injure her,” she whispers. “No one gets hurt. Just hard enough to sting for a few hours. In her case, it’s meant to remind her not to repeat whatever disobedient thing she did to end up over his knee.”
I nod, about half-understanding.
Davis lifts his hand and lands the first swat, making me flinch. Britney doesn’t move much.
Eve holds on to me. Damn, she’s amazing. She’s comforting me after I’ve spent the entire evening wishing I could comfort her.
Davis starts out slow and picks up the pressure and speed, spanking one cheek then the other, making sure to cover every inch of her skin which is turning bright pink. When he strikes her at the juncture of her cheeks with her thighs, she lifts her head and moans. “Daddy…”
He smooths his palm over her heated skin. “You’re doing well, sweetie. Keep your knees apart. You don’t have permission to come.”
She whimpers. Her pussy is so wet.
My cock is fucking hard. That in and of itself is unnerving.
“Five more, sweetie.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is wobbly.
He lands three more swats on her upper cheeks and the last two in that sweet spot again, one on each side.
She stiffens as he finishes, panting.
“That’s my good girl.” He rubs her bottom again. It’s bright pink now and admittedly sexy.
“Please, Daddy…” she begs, though I’m not sure what for.
He stands her on wobbly feet and pulls her panties and tights back up before tugging her between his legs.
She must have some tears because he wipes her cheeks with his thumbs.
I can’t see her face from this angle.
“Deep breaths.”
She draws in a huge breath.
“Good girl. I’m proud of you for accepting a spanking in front of our guests, and we both know you didn’t really do anything to deserve it, so I will reward you for being such a sweet girl. Let’s wait until after our guests leave, okay?”
She nods and wraps her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He pats her bottom gently.
She wiggles free of him. “I need to go pot
ty, Daddy.”
As she pulls away from him, he grabs her hand and hauls her back, his fingers on her chin again. “Take your tights and panties off. Don’t put them back on. After you use the potty, come back to say goodbye to our guests.”
“Yes, Sir.” She steps away again, but he tugs her right back.
“Do not touch your pussy more than necessary, sweetie. If you do, I’ll change my mind about letting you orgasm and spank you again.”
She shudders. “Yes, Sir.”
He releases her, and she skips from the room.
Eve releases me at the same time, seemingly embarrassed all of a sudden as she scrambles to put some distance between us.
“Welcome to the world of spanking.” Davis smiles.
I pull in a deep breath and rub the back of my neck. There are so many thoughts running through my mind. I’m stunned by my reaction to all of this. My cock is stiff. My hands would probably be shaking if I didn’t rub them on my thighs next.
How the hell am I aroused from watching my friend spank his girlfriend? It wasn’t just that though. They exchanged dirty talk that made me stop breathing.
I’m starting to understand the appeal. Not sure it’s my cup of tea, but I can see why others would enjoy the dynamic. I glance at Eve. She’s withdrawn again, hands under her thighs, knees squeezed together. Did she find it arousing too? “You ready to go, Eve?”
“Yes, Sir.” She flinches. “I mean, yes.”
Yep. My cock jumped when she called me Sir. Holy shit.
We all stand, but Davis addresses Eve. “Go check on Britney, honey. Give us a minute.”
She nods and rushes out of the room as if she’s beyond grateful.
“You okay?” Davis asks.
I rub my hands together in front of me. “I think so. That was intense.”
He smiles. “But you aren’t running from the house, and you didn’t freak out. Maybe you even enjoyed it?”
I roll my shoulders and look at the ceiling.
“I know it’s confusing. No reason to be embarrassed. It can be mesmerizing to watch someone get spanked. Even if they aren’t little. The members of Surrender practice many types of BDSM. It happens to be a club that is extremely friendly to the Daddy/little dynamic, so many of the members are into age play, but you’ll see other fetishes too. Hopefully, you won’t be as stunned now that you’ve had a glimpse.”
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