A Submissive's Gift

by Maggie Ryan

  "I am, Mommy, please, I won't do it again," Angel promised, her cries growing louder as the woman's hand began to move down the backs of her thighs. "Oww, Mommy, nooo! Please, it hurts!"

  "You have not even begun to hurt, Angelica. After I've gotten this little bottom and your thighs warmed up, you will be going over your Uncle Craig's lap. You are a guest in his house and at his table. Hiding the very food he provided was a very, very rude thing to do."

  Barbara received another dozen swats, enough to make sure her bottom would be tender for the remainder of the evening, before she was lifted to sit on John's lap. He held her as she cried against his shirt, the comfort not quite like that she felt on her own daddy's lap, but welcome all the same. She watched, her pulse racing, as Angel was released by her mommy and led to Craig.

  "I'm sorry, Uncle Craig," Angel said, her voice quavering with her emotion. "I… I'm sorry for being ru-rude."

  Craig had spanked many an adult Little before finding his own special girl. Patting his lap, he ordered Angel to climb over. Once she had, he adjusted her until her red bottom was in position. Lifting his eyes from the new little bottom over his knees, he found Barbara's eyes. Though he was keen to give Angel another dose, he needed to make sure that his own Little was truly okay with the situation.

  "It's all right, Daddy," Barbara said, with a sweet smile. "I know naughty girls get spanked by people who care for them."

  "That's right, sweetie. Just like Uncle John spanked you tonight, and Aunt Betty has before, it's time for Angel to learn that she has another person who loves her enough to take her in hand and spank her bottom when she's been naughty. I hope you both know how lucky you are to have so many adults helping to guide you along the proper path."

  Barbara almost giggled when she saw Angel lift her head slightly and roll her eyes. When her friend actually mouthed the word 'lucky,' Barbara hid her face in her Uncle John's shirt in order to hide her amusement. At the first slap delivered by what she knew personally was a hard hand, she turned her face enough to watch the progress of the spanking. Her own naked, red bottom was forgotten as she watched her daddy give Angel her spanking. Seeing Angel's bottom bounce and wag as she attempted to escape the hard slaps it was receiving, caused Barbara's tummy to tingle.

  Though her arousal had begun the moment her panties had been lowered, she now found it necessary to press her thighs together to hide the growing slickness of her bare pussy. Suddenly remembering that apologies were always made after a spanking, she wondered exactly how she was going to handle that scene. Could she watch as Angel was put on her knees between Craig's legs, making her apology to her Uncle? God, could she actually make her own apology with a different man's cock between her lips?

  She and Craig had spent hours discussing this scenario, hours of back and forth questions to each other until both acknowledged that when the proper time presented itself, she wanted to take the next step so long as he was right there beside her. Emotions roiled through her as she realized that tonight was that time, and while the thought should have had her running from the room, she didn't move, except to snuggle even closer into her Uncle's arms.

  Satisfied that Angel's bottom was far redder, and would be tender far longer than her more innocent counterpart's, Craig stopped spanking. He rubbed his palm across the swollen crimson hillocks as Angel sobbed. The room seemed to freeze for a moment in time as everybody considered what could happen next.

  Betty took control as she walked to her husband and held out her hand to Barbara. Taking the offered hand, Barbara hopped off John's lap, blushing as she felt her panties slip to her ankles. She said nothing as Betty bent and helped her step out of the pink and white undies. Her silence continued as her skirt was tucked up into the waistband, leaving her punished bottom exposed. Barbara stood frozen in place as Betty went to her own Little, who had been lifted from Craig's lap. Removing Angel's overalls and panties as well, she took the girls' hands and led them to the wall opposite the sofa.

  "You two stand right here and think about how naughty you've been. The adults are going to the kitchen to enjoy a cup of coffee and a slice of that delicious cake Bunny's daddy made, while you two consider the apologies you need to make and the Brussels sprouts waiting for your dessert."

  Neither woman moved so much as an inch until they were absolutely positive the adults had left the room. Angel glanced over her shoulder and then reached out and took Barbara's hand. "It's okay. I think Mommy is giving us permission to talk about, um, what happens next."

  "Are you sure?" Barbara asked, glancing around the room before looking back to Angel. "I mean, I know you got two spankings and I only got one, but I sure don't want another one for getting caught talking."

  "I'm sure," Angel reassured her. The girls slid down to sit on the floor, their legs tucked under them to keep their tender bottoms off the hard wood. "Are you okay?" Angel asked, squeezing Barbara's hand.

  Blushing, Barbara nodded, realizing that she was indeed okay. "Yes, are you?"

  "Well, I'd be better knowing I didn't have those awful sprouts to eat, but, yeah, I'm great."

  The sound of their giggles drifted through the doorway, assuring the adults that all was well.

  "Um, I guess this is where we discuss apologies. I know you know that I always make an apology to my parents after I've gotten a spanking, right?" At Barbara's nod, Angel continued. "Well, since it wasn't my daddy who spanked me, tell me what you are thinking and feeling right now." When Barbara hesitated, Angel bent forward and gave her a hug. "It's okay, Bunny. Whatever you decide is fine. I know this is your first time, well, the first time my daddy spanked you, but if you aren't comfortable in making an apology to him, I promise no one is going to be mad. We all want you to be comfortable, no one is going to force you to do anything you aren't ready to do."

  Barbara's insides were churning as she listened to Angel calmly discussing a scene that would be played out. The only act still to be written was which character would find her making her apology. "This isn't going to involve my-my bottom, is it?" she asked, memories of the scene Angel had described from the night of the sleepover rushing into her mind. Though Craig had been gradually training her anally, she had yet to take him inside her bottom.

  "No, honey," Angel said with a smile. "Those apologies are only necessary when we've been very, very naughty. Tell me, did it turn you off when my daddy was spanking you, or did you still get very wet?"

  "Angel!" Barbara gasped, her head turning to make sure no one had heard the question. Hearing Angel giggle, she had to stifle her own. "No, it didn't turn me off," she admitted, the churning in her stomach lessening as she realized the truth. While she would always prefer to be spanked by and make her apologies to Craig, being spanked by another man had done nothing to make her want the evening to end, or to ease the ache between her legs.

  Hearing the adults returning, both girls leapt to their feet and faced the wall. Just before they entered, Angel whispered, "I'll follow your lead, okay?

  Barbara didn't trust her voice, but her nod told of understanding.

  The men took their same seats on opposite ends of the couch. The brief interlude had not lessened their desire for a proper apology, and the sight of two beautifully spanked bottoms only increased it. They watched as Betty walked to the girls. "All right, young ladies, after you make your apologies, come to me in the dining room," she said quietly.

  Barbara felt Angel take her hand as they turned from the wall, and understood that the choice really had been given to her. She knew that Craig would let her decide. She might be his Little, but he would never force her into something the adult woman inside of her didn't wish to experience.

  Barbara had admitted that she had enjoyed being spanked by her Aunt Betty, acknowledging that it had truly surprised her. It had been that admission that had begun to open doors of future shared scenes with people they trusted and felt safe with. Barbara had even been spanked in the presence of the three members of this special family b
efore—but not by John. After that spanking, Craig had taken her into the spare room at John's house to make her apology. Tonight, she understood that any apology made would be done right here, in full view of everyone. Taking one last breath, she took the first step towards the couch. Turning to Angel, she bent and gave her friend a kiss on her cheek before squeezing her hand. Releasing it, Barbara moved to sink to her knees between John's spread ones. It was a move she knew would speak of her willingness to take the ageplay dynamic she had come to love to a far different level. It was with a soft smile that she lifted her head.

  "I'm sorry I was naughty, Uncle John. May I make my apology?" At his smile and nod, she watched as he unzipped his pants and removed his erection. She was barely aware of Angel repeating the words to Craig. Her smile remained on her lips as she parted them and took another man's cock into her mouth and pleasured him.

  "Thank you, Bunny," John said, as he tucked himself back into his pants. He understood the seriousness of Barbara's decision, and was pleased that she had given him her trust. He helped her to her feet, bending forward to place a gentle kiss on her lips. She flung her arms around his neck, giving him a huge hug. Grinning, he patted her bottom, seeing Craig doing the same to Angel's rear. "Go to your daddy now, sweetie," John directed, standing and reaching for Angel's hand after Barbara had climbed onto Craig's lap. Barbara watched as they disappeared into the dining room.

  "You okay?" Craig asked, holding her close to his chest and dropping a kiss on her head.

  "Yes, Daddy. Um, was it okay? I mean, I know we discussed it, but what did you think?"

  "I think it was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, Bunny," Craig said, knowing it was the answer she needed as she snuggled closer to him. "I'm very proud of you for trusting Uncle John and me."

  Barbara lifted her head and looked towards the other room. "Aunt Betty said we were supposed to go back to the table, Daddy."

  Craig grinned and pulled her back into him, tucking her head beneath his chin. "I know, Bunny, but let's give Angel time to apologize to her mommy first, shall we?" He adored the blush that ran up her neck as she considered that mommies that spanked Littles needed to be given a proper apology as well. He slid his hand between her thighs to cup her intimately, the gush of her cream telling him that his Little was not only moving to a deeper level, she was more than happy to be doing so.

  Barbara pushed down against his hand, seeking relief from the delicious pressure that had been building from the moment the Brussels sprouts fell to the floor. She moaned when Craig slipped a finger into her slick pussy, her muscles clamping down tightly as his thumb moved to stroke over her clit. She came within a dozen strokes, stifling her cry against her daddy's neck as she bucked against his hand.

  "Beautiful," Craig murmured, removing his hand from her sex to reach around and pat against her tender bottom. It seemed only a moment later when Barbara heard her Uncle John calling for her to come eat her dessert.

  "You do know he means Brussels sprouts, right?"

  Barbara giggled and nodded. "That's okay, Daddy. I like Brussels sprouts and," she paused and gave him a smile, "I've already had my real dessert."

  Craig helped her off his lap and gave her bare bottom a swat, loving the shriek that elicited, and the sight of her naked posterior as she ran towards the dining room. He sat back on the couch considering, that it hadn't been that long ago that this beautiful adult woman had felt unloved and undesirable. Now she had a daddy, as well another ageplay family, to make sure she knew how precious she was.

  At the table, Betty gave her a smile and handed the girls each a fork. When Barbara reached down and stabbed the largest sprout on Angel's plate, Betty's smile widened and she didn't scold. She understood that it was another sign that Barbara wanted to share everything with them.

  Though the vegetables had grown cold and far less palatable, all four were eaten without a word of complaint. "That's my good girls," Betty said, offering them each a sip of water and then dabbing at their lips before giving them each a kiss.

  "May we go play now?" Angel asked, her punishment done, forgiveness given.

  "Yes, you may," Betty answered, taking their hands in hers once more to lead them into the living room. When Barbara made a move to untuck her skirt, her aunt shook her head. "No, darling girl, I think knowing that your sweet bare bottom is being exposed will remind my girls that vegetables are to be eaten and not hidden, don't you?" She loved seeing Barbara's face turn pink, but the fact that the young adult woman nodded was even more wonderful.

  "Yes, ma'am, Aunt Betty."

  Chapter 9

  The aromas permeating the air promised a meal that would not only satisfy hunger, but also the very souls of the people lucky enough to be gathered around the huge table. There had never been a question of where the Thanksgiving meal would be shared, as Craig's restaurant was the only place large enough to comfortably accommodate the group of friends that seemed to be growing monthly.

  Barbara smiled as she watched from where she was seated on a tall stool in the bustling kitchen. Craig seemed pleased to be once again working in his commercial kitchen, surrounded by his friends instead of his staff, guiding and directing the final preparations as only an executive chef could. As the gravy was stirred, and the cream whipped until perfect peaks formed in the bowl, she realized that she had so much to be thankful for.

  "Bunny, honey, are you okay?"

  Barbara smiled and nodded. "Yes, Daddy, I'm fine. Just waiting for the pumpkin pie."

  Chuckling, Craig came around the large island to wrap his arms around her. It was good to see her so relaxed, to see her smile again. It seemed that she had truly put the case behind her. Ever since the night they had spent with the Dennisons, she had resumed her role of his Little with a passion that pleased him greatly.

  "Are you forgetting the fact that turkey and dressing, along with a good helping of vegetables, are to be eaten before any pie, little girl?" he teased, even though he'd have no problem allowing her to eat whatever she wished in whatever order she wished—at least on this day.

  Pretending to sigh deeply, Barbara pursed her lips into an incredibly cute pout. "Yes, Daddy, but I'm looking forward to huge piece of pie, and I want to lick the spoon." She pointed at the spoon that Ariel was using to mound the fresh cream into a bowl.

  Craig bent to kiss her, his lips twitching as he whispered, "I can think of a far sweeter place to lick up delicious cream, so, my precious girl, I'll grant you the spoon."

  Her stomach clenched, and the cream he was describing began to gather between her thighs as his lips descended upon hers. It was going to be very difficult to enjoy the whipped cream with visions of her daddy's head between her legs running through her mind. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink as Craig chuckled and, taking the spoon from Ariel, handed it to his Little girl woman. As the tip of her tongue reached out to take the first taste, her eyes glued to his. At the sight of his desire turning the chocolate of his eyes a deeper brown, she moaned and her entire body quivered. Swallowing, she bent close and whispered, "I'll remember to save room for your cream, Daddy." Hearing his groan, she smiled, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she would always want and be wanted by this man. Her sudden squeal startled Craig until he realized that Angel had arrived, running into the kitchen to find her friend. Giving his Little niece a hug, he helped her onto the stool next to Barbara.

  "I'm assuming this is the Angel we've all heard so much about?" Ariel asked, as she calmly dipped another spoon into the bowl and held it up. "We can't wait to sit down and have a nice long talk with you."

  "I'm guessing you know I'm not always an angel," Angel said, leaning forward, her fingers opening and closing as if demanding she be given the same treat that Bunny was enjoying. She giggled as Ariel laughed and passed her the spoon, taking a swipe with her tongue before speaking again. "I can't wait to sit and talk to all the HOPEFULs, I've heard so many great… um, stories about how you support each other." The three women b
roke into laughter, causing Craig to shake his head.

  "Behave, all of you," he admonished, plucking the spoons from the women's hands and handing them back to Ariel. "It's time to eat." He helped them off their stools, giving each bottom a gentle pop before Angel grabbed Barbara's hand to lead her into the dining room.

  "God, that is absolutely amazing," Ariel said, coming around the island and giving Craig a hug. "You have made my sister so happy, Craig. We all have so much to be thankful for this year."

  Touched deeply, Craig bent to kiss her cheek. "That we do, Ariel." He chuckled as he looked around the kitchen that appeared as though a tornado had torn through it. Everyone had joined in to prepare various dishes, and though a great deal of mess had been made, it had been a very fun filled day as recipes were shared and dishes prepared. "I'll also be very thankful when this disaster is cleaned up."

  "Forget it, Chef," Ariel said, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door. "As you said yourself, it's time to eat."

  Everyone was gathered, wine glasses in hand, as seats were taken. The group included more than their own family. Angel smiled at them from her seat between Betty and John, thrilled that they had been invited to share in the feast. More importantly, she had felt instant acceptance by the women who she knew formed the special club of which Barbara had told her. She was so pleased that Barbara had them to share her feelings and thoughts with whenever the two Littles were apart. Ethan and Jeanette were there, as well as Ryan and Julie. Carlton and Beth rounded out the group. The day of thanks was one this group took seriously, wishing to share it with the people they had come to love.

  Ben sat at the head of the table, Helen beside him. His smile included everyone as hands were joined to form an unbroken circle. Once quiet had descended, Ben solemnly said grace, his words of thanks filling hearts. As 'Amen' was chorused, he suggested they all share one thing that they were thankful for. Craig carved the turkey and as platters and bowls were passed, words of thanks were delivered one after another. No one was surprised when most were of love and family, friends and partners.