by Maggie Ryan
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, lifting her glass. When she had drained it, they cleared the table, putting the dishes in the sink. “I can do them,” she said, feeling bad about leaving them undone.
“No, we have far more important things to do,” Sawyer countered, taking her hand and leading her from the kitchen.
They wound up sitting on the same couch she’d bent over before, but this time she was on his lap. Though he didn’t have a laptop, he seemed to remember every single answer she’d given on his questionnaire and they discussed them for several minutes.
“So, I get to pick a safeword?” she asked.
“Yes, but know that it only comes into play when, well, we are playing,” he said. “When you are being punished, there is no safeword.”
“But what if it is too much?”
“You’ve been punished already. You’ve received both a spanking and a whipping as well as having had your mouth washed out. Was any of that too much?” He gave a grin when she instantly opened her mouth, placing a finger across her lips before she could answer. “Remember, those strokes with my belt were for lying, so consider your answer carefully.”
“Oh… um, then, no,” she said with a sigh. “I didn’t like them, but… they weren’t too much.”
“Good girl,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “I will never take you further than you can go, Jane. That’s not to say I won’t take you farther than you might believe or want to go, but you can trust that I’ll never harm you.”
“That seems a bit unbelievable when my butt still hurts.”
“Hurt is different than harm. Punishments aren’t meant to be pleasant and your ass or wherever I’ve punished for your transgressions should hurt for a bit. But that hurt will go away. There will never be any lasting harm, either physically or emotionally. Does that make sense?”
She considered it a moment and then nodded. “I guess, but how do you know how far I can go?”
“I observe and your body’s reaction tells me just as much, if not more, than the sounds you make or the look in your eyes. Tell me. When I first ordered you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, did you believe you’d be able to take my cock into your throat?”
Heat rushed through her, her eyes dropping to look down his bare chest to where a line of dark hair began beneath his belly button as if pointing the way to the cock in question. “Um, I-I didn’t take it all.”
“No, you didn’t, not this time, but you took more than you thought you could, didn’t you?”
“Yes. You are a big man, Daddy.”
He chuckled and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Yes, but that was just one example of being able to do more than you thought you could. I’m sure you were quite leery about anal play and yet you gave the most incredible moans when I slid my fingers into your ass. You also didn’t believe you were multi-orgasmic and yet you came not once, not twice, but three times under my mouth and fingers.”
“I-I still can’t believe I did that,” she admitted, the heat settling between her legs, causing a trickle of moisture to slip along the seam of her pussy.
“You are more capable than you think. You are far more of a sexual creature than you allow yourself to believe. Trust me, Janie, I’m going to teach you things you’ve never imagined, have you flying apart too many times to count, have you sobbing in contrition when I’ve had to blister your little bottom, but I swear to you, you will never have to worry that I’ll push you too far.”
“I-I believe you, Daddy.”
“Thank you, and might I say that every single time I hear that word from your lips, it makes me feel honored?”
“It just feels right,” she said honestly. “I didn’t think it would, or that it would feel fake or something, but, it doesn’t. I-I really like saying it.”
“Good because I love hearing it. Is there anything besides diapers, bottles, or pacifiers that you object to?”
“I don’t want to crawl around or have to talk like a baby. I didn’t think I’d want to ever wear Little clothing, but those women at the doctor’s office were and they didn’t look weird… but I guess maybe some people would think they did. It’s all a bit confusing, and I guess I’m not real sure what I will object to.”
“Then how about we leave it to explore? We can go shopping for some things, and you can wear them either when we are at home or perhaps to a play party. How does that sound?”
It sounded both lovely and a bit scary. “You mean where other people could see me as a little girl?”
“Where other daddies and mommies attend with their own little ones,” he agreed. “Where no one would judge you or think you or our dynamic is weird. You saw some of those couples at Dr. Harper’s and, in fact, have known a couple for some time now.”
That had her sitting up straighter. “Who?”
He grinned. “How do you think I found you?”
“Are you saying that Mr. Lawson is a daddy? I knew it!” she said, practically bouncing on his lap. “His wife is just so pretty and sweet!”
“Yes, but, believe me, she is also quite a handful. She was actually supposed to dine with us that evening, but had misbehaved. Instead of going out, she spent her evening facing the corner while writing a long essay on how a little girl should not backtalk her daddy.”
“Oh,” Jane said as she pictured the beautiful woman she’d often served at the restaurant doing such a thing. “Do… do they go to these parties?”
“Yes, as do several other couples whom I can’t wait to introduce you to.”
Nodding, her tummy flipping at the thought of meeting others like her… women who enjoyed both being adults and being a Little was exciting. “I think I’ll like that, Daddy. Oh, wait, there isn’t any… any spanking at these things, is there?”
He laughed, hugging her close. “Only on the bare bottoms of little ones who decide to be naughty,” he said, causing her tummy to feel as if an entire room full of little girls was doing somersaults inside it.
“Then I’ll just be really good,” she said, giving him a frown when he just laughed again. “Hey, it’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing at you, sweetie,” he said. “I’m laughing at the fact that you actually seem to believe that.”
“I do!”
“Really? Aren’t you the same little girl who tested her daddy at the doctor’s office? The same precious girl who just had to see if she could believe what her daddy had said?”
“Oh… well, yes, but…”
“Exactly,” he said, giving her bottom a pat. “Your panties will be pulled down and your butt bared and paddled if you are naughty, no matter if it is in the middle of the doctor’s office or the middle of a party. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly and then smiled. “I guess I’m going to have to buy some cute panties… you know, just in case.”
This time when he laughed, she joined him, already wondering what it would be like to have an entire room of people watching her being instructed to lower her panties so that her daddy could redden her bottom. Just considering it had her having to squeeze her thighs together a little tighter. How she had gone from innocent and curious just days ago, to a woman already spanked, whipped, face fucked, and made to come repeatedly, she didn’t know, but damn, she was happy she had.
Chapter Thirteen
Sawyer enjoyed watching her expressions as he gave her a tour of the apartment. When she pressed her hands and nose up against the glass wall, he instantly imagined her doing so, naked, her nipples puckered against the cold glass as he took her from behind. Her eyes were huge as he led her into the master suite, the king-size bed with four posts on the corners reaching toward the tall ceiling, and he once again imagined her spread-eagled in the center, each of her limbs tied to a post, her body open and inviting him to send her flying yet again. The vision of her body bent over the ottoman in front of the fireplace, the flames flickering and sending shadows dancing across her skin as h
e laid stripes across her naughty ass before plunging himself into her, had his cock stiffening. He could easily picture her in the huge tub, bubbles covering her from his view and yet he would still enjoy every inch of her as he washed her, lifting her dripping form from the water, fluid sluicing off her body and yet more moisture gathering between her thighs, knowing that her daddy would soon be taking her to heights she’d never imagined.
They ended the tour in his office; a large room that he used far more often than the formal living room where they’d begun.
“This is amazing,” she said, spinning around as if afraid she’d miss something. One wall contained nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, his desk sitting in front of the expanse of glass. This was another piece of furniture he could easily see her bent over, her bottom bared, her lip trembling as he reached into the drawer to remove a wooden ruler, or plucked a length of rattan from the crock that sat within easy reach. He’d run a hand across her quivering flanks, giving each lobe a squeeze as he chastised her, letting her know that she’d soon be a very contrite little one as he lifted his arm to apply ruler, paddle, cane, belt, or hand to her beautiful plump ass.
She walked to the opposite wall where bookshelves were filled with hundreds of tomes. Everything from nonfiction biographies, books pertaining to business dealings, the latest bestselling fiction were interspersed with classics and books of erotica. Several ageplay books were sandwiched between bookends that were large brass teddy bears. He watched her smile as she stroked a finger along a book’s spine.
“You’re free to choose whatever you’d like to read,” he said, joining her. “I’ll ask that you read a certain few in order to better understand our chosen dynamic, but anything else you’d like to read, please feel free.”
“This is a lot of books,” she said, looking up at him. “I have a ton of digital books on my Kindle, but I do love curling up with a real book too.”
He smiled. “Then we have that in common as well.” When she began to pull a book from the shelf, he shook his head. “But first, we need to finalize our agreement.”
She slid the book back into place, giving it a look of longing but allowed him to take her hand and lead her to the desk. Taking a seat, he pulled her down onto his lap before opening a drawer and pulling out several sheets of paper.
“This is the same agreement that we began on the computer. And while we’ve already begun our journey, I want to go over it again and complete the forms.”
She nodded and he went through each page, adding a few notes for clarification.
“Wait, this states we live together,” she said, her finger running under a line of script. “I-I can’t do that.”
“Why not? We’ve discussed the importance of total immersion.”
“I know, but what about Sarah? I can’t just move out and leave her stranded.”
“Jane, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on this. I’ll be glad to pay your share of the rent until she can find another roommate.”
“No, I mean, I can’t ask you to do that. I-I guess I can take some money out of savings for a while.”
Sawyer shook his head. “No, that is my responsibility as your daddy. You’ve saved that money, and I won’t have you spending it when I can easily afford to take care of you.”
Just as he had done, she shook her head. “I’ve saved it for school and… well, I want to go. If we do this, are you going to expect me to just sit around here, waiting for you to come home? I don’t want to do that, Sawyer. I’ve worked too hard to let go of my dream. Not when I’ve almost got enough to enroll for the next semester. Oh, and work! I can’t quit. Mr. Arturo gave me two weeks but then I have to go back.”
“Of course you can go to culinary school if that is what you want,” he assured her. “I’m not asking you to give up your dream, Jane. I’m simply helping you to realize another as well. I’ll make up for whatever funds you lack. You don’t have to return to work—”
“I do!” she interrupted. “I want to do this on my own. I need to do this by myself. I just need to work a bit longer, and I owe it to Mr. Arturo. He already said that when I graduate, he’d hire me as a chef. I want to start somewhere that I’m familiar with, with chefs who can continue my education.”
“If you won’t allow me to make up the difference, then that is what we’ll do. I understand the drive to succeed on your own and applaud you for it. However, I insist on you moving in with me and allowing me to pay for your rent at Sarah’s. And once you’ve earned enough for tuition, you will not work until you graduate. I don’t want you to run yourself ragged. I’m certain that Arnold will not only understand, but that he’d agree with me.”
She hesitated, but finally nodded. “All right, but… what if we don’t work out? What if I’m not enough for you? I told you I’m not very experienced and, well, I don’t have a very good track record with relationships.”
Cupping her face, he bent to kiss her. “I have absolutely no doubt that we will work out. You are perfect for me, and I already can’t imagine life without you. Trust me, Janie. Trust me to care for you, to help you, to love you like you deserve. Can you do that?”
“I-I can try.”
“Then that’s all I can ask, but know that I’m hoping one day you realize that you are exactly where you need to be, with the one man who will make sure you are happy in all ways.”
He flipped to the last page of the contract and handed her a pen. “Sign, Janie. Give yourself the permission to become everything you’ve wanted for so long.”
She signed and after he had done so, she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy. I really will try to be your perfect Little.”
“Baby girl, I’m not asking or even expect you to be perfect. No one is. But thank you for trusting me.” He kissed her long and hard, releasing her to grin. “Besides, if you were perfect than all those erotic scenes I’ve been imagining where you are promising to be my good girl as I stripe your bottom are for naught.”
Giggling, she squirmed on his lap, pressing down against his growing erection. “I’m not very good at being perfect, Daddy.”
Laughing, he kissed her again, patted her bottom, and then set her off his lap. “How about we clean up and do some shopping before going to your place to get your stuff?”
“That sounds like fun,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”
She took off running, and he opened the drawer to slip the contract inside. Closing it, he opened the middle drawer, his fingers running over the ruler as he smiled. Yes, he’d definitely be having her bring him the wooden implement after which he’d tap it against his palm, instructing her to lower her panties and bend over the desk. Closing the drawer, he stood. There was plenty of time to shower and quite possibly to fuck her for the first time before taking her to shop for some ‘cute’ panties that would hug that adorable little ass of hers.
* * *
Jane was halfway down the hall when she suddenly changed direction. Running through the living room, she came to a stumbling halt as she entered the kitchen.
“Oh!” she blurted, the sight of Sawyer’s driver sitting at the table, rooting her feet in place. She tried to tug down the shirt that already hung to her knees.
“Hello again, Miss Jane,” Richard said, setting down the sandwich he’d been eating and giving her a smile. “Have you met my wife?”
Jane’s eyes flew to the woman who stood at the sink, elbow deep in soap suds.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jane said. “We shouldn’t have left the kitchen in a mess. I-I can do those.”
The older woman smiled as she dried her hands on a cloth and came toward her, hand extended. “Nonsense, it’s my job. My name is Gloria.”
Jane shook her hand and then felt her entire body heat as she realized that the clothing she’d come in to get had to have been seen by the couple. God, her panties… her bra… both had been tossed aside. Releasing the woman’s hand, she edged t
oward the center island, refusing to look at the spot where she’d lain, where her daddy had used his mouth and fingers to make her fly apart.
“Um… still, I should clean up,” she said, her eyes raking across the floor once then again, only to discover that not a single article of clothing was to be seen.
“Janie?”
Twirling around, she saw her daddy entering the kitchen.
“Did you get lost, baby girl?”
“No… I-I just…” Words deserted her as she imagined what the couple must be thinking as she stood there in his shirt and he stood bare-chested as if nothing at all was unusual.
“Are you looking for your clothes?” Gloria asked.
Not able to speak, Jane simply nodded.
“They should be just about dry,” Gloria informed her with a smile. “I’ll go check them.”
Jane could only nod again, wishing she was anywhere else but standing half naked before them.
“That’s okay, Gloria,” Sawyer said, taking Jane’s hand. “I’ll grab them. Oh, and Richard, can you bring the car around in a half-hour or so? We are going to shower and then do some shopping.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Jane,” Gloria said, giving her another smile.
“Oh… nice to meet you too,” Jane managed, wondering if the woman knew it was a blatant lie. Sawyer led her across the kitchen and through a door on the other side. The moment they were alone, she released his hand, wrapping her arms around her middle, and moaned. “They know!”
“Know what?”
“Sawyer! They saw my clothes all over the floor! They have to know you… you did that to me. In the kitchen! Oh, God, I’m going to die of embarrassment.”
He chuckled, his arm tightening around her waist. “No, you’re not, and, baby girl, don’t worry. You couldn’t meet nicer people, neither of whom have a judgmental bone in their bodies.” Opening the dryer, he removed her skirt, folding it before reaching back inside for her blouse. Ducking between him and the dryer door, she yanked her underwear out, waving both items in the air as she said, “They saw my panties! They know I’m naked!”
