"As you can see, Rosie may look like an innocent angel, but I promise, she wants to experience everything. After you pull down those ruffled panties and redden her cute little rear, remember she needs you to spend some quality Big girl time with her as well. There is just something adorable about having your Little girl anxious to prove that she can be very, very good, don't you agree?" A few more calls rang out in obvious agreement with Marshall's statement. "Okay, do I hear five hundred for this precocious and adorable Little girl?"
Rosa knew from the heat she felt that his speaking about Big girl time had her cheeks blazing. It also had those cute panties growing moist. She held her breath, her arms clutched around the bear as lights blinked and paddles waved. As the price rose, she felt her eyes well—not because she thought she was worth it, after all, who in their right mind spent thousands of dollars with someone they had never met —but at the knowledge that every raise in price meant that much more for research into fighting cancer.
It was impossible to really see who was doing the bidding. The lights shining down onto the stage hit her eyes, causing her to squint a bit. All she could really see were the red pin points of lights, and the shadowy movements of paddles being lifted. She had no idea if Warbucks was still in the room bidding, or if a man or woman was winning. A large portion of the females who came to the Castle did so in the submissive role, though she knew there were many female Dommes who visited as well. If she hadn't heard Marshall say something about the lady having the highest bid before another came in for Silver, she wouldn't have given it a second thought. However, with the bidders being incognito, anything was possible, and Marshall was not describing them by anything other than a number. Giving him a sideways glance, she thought about whispering to him, but then remembered her resolutions.
Like almost every other person on the planet, she made resolutions every New Year's, only to have broken most of them within the first week. This time, knowing that the auction took them into the new year, she had promised herself that she would only make ones she was determined to keep. Bess had been correct. Rosa had made her short list, and then rewritten it so that number one stated 'don't chicken out'. When Marshall had explained that there would be no fee paid by any submissive volunteering for the auction, she had no real reason not to allow herself to participate. Knowing that she might never again have the courage, she had allowed herself to list what she wanted to try.
As long as she could remember, she'd desired to be coddled and loved. Though her childhood had not been awful, her parents were not the sort to give any unnecessary praise or any sort of public display of affection, as that was severely frowned upon by the military. Her parents just took it a step further by withholding all but the occasional physical demonstration of any affection. Growing up with a father whose Army career had them moving every couple of years, and a mother who was far more interested in making a good impression and helping her husband climb that ladder, Rosa had been expected to do nothing that might throw any sort of wrench into the system. Sure, they loved her, but she wanted to be cuddled on a lap, have her hair brushed, and given hugs for no other reason than to say that someone cared.
Rosa had been a Nanny for over a year now—she had bathed Littles, tucked them into beds and read them bedtime stories. She had given comfort to those who had been naughty, rubbing cream into blazing red bottoms, and listened to those Littles giggle and express excitement over how much they felt adored. Her desires had led to her resolution to participate in the Ageplay Program so that she could be free to be the little girl her childhood had basically denied her.
As the bidding continued, she remembered her next resolution. It was to allow her to enjoy herself sexually. She wasn't a virgin, but her experience was very limited. Rosa found it grueling to watch or hear about the fantastic scenes others played out in the Castle. While she was by no means the type who could just sleep with anyone, she was definitely ready to spend some quality Big girl time. Did it really matter if a woman was involved? She had no preconceptions about making love to a woman—well, she didn't have experience either—but if she was going to fully immerse herself, this was the time and the place—because if that happened, it would be because her Mommy had instructed her to obey. Jerked out of her memory by the sight of Marshall picking up his gavel, she gave a soft squeal as it pounded down. "Going once, twice, sold to number 182. Thank you. I promise you will be very happy. Please go finalize your purchase, and Rosie will be waiting when you are done." Marshall gave her a pat on her bum as she walked off the stage, and a whispered, "Have fun."
Nodding, she jumped off the last step and headed to where Master Grimsley was waiting. He was the Master Butler of the Castle and in charge of the Servants Program, very effectively keeping the little butlers and maids in line with the switch that was very seldom missing from his hand.
"Hi, little Rosie," he said, as he took her hand and led her to a small cubicle. "You sit right here and we'll have you ready to go in just a few minutes."
"Um, okay." His look and the eyebrow that instantly rose had her falling into the chair to protect her vulnerable backside, and quickly amending her statement. "I mean, yes, Sir."
"That's better. I'd hate to have to pull down those ruffled panties you flashed and give you a reminder to behave before you meet your winner. The winner will come collect you in just a bit."
"Thank you," Rosa said, giving a huge sigh of relief, squirming a little on her chair. Master Grimsley was being very lenient tonight and she swallowed hard, thankful she had not chosen that specific program. The thought of not being in Kansas once again ran through her mind as she hugged the bear to her chest, her eyes riveted to the doorway, wondering who would be coming to claim her.
Chapter Four
Grant gave his wife a look as they moved to another room to settle their account.
They had been drawn to this woman the moment they had spotted her entering the Meet and Greet. Her reaction to the large bald man had been interesting, but watching her run towards where they were standing, almost as if she were running into their arms, had captivated them both. They were close enough to hear most of her interaction with the two identical men standing just a short distance away, relieved to realize that the three knew each other and she had counted on their protection. Hearing her delightful giggle as her blonde curls bounced when she shook her head, stating she knew what the men preferred, they had waited until she'd darted away again before turning to each other.
"That's the one," Grant had said.
Valerie agreed. "The mommy in me wants to wrap my arms around the little beauty in the pink nightgown. I think I heard her name is Rosie. Shall we go find her?"
"No." Grant shook his head, his eyes roaming over the room full of gorgeous women, several other also wearing the various bracelets indicating the Nursery Program. "Let's wait and see what her form says. We're both here to enjoy ourselves, and there's no point getting our hopes up if she isn't into couples."
When people began moving towards the inner ballroom, they had as well, accepting the bidding packet from the man at the door. Taking their seats, their heads close together, they'd scanned through the papers, smiling as they found the name Rosie. Reading down the form, they both grinned and sat back, their hands entwined. Already thinking of Rosie as their Little girl, they relaxed and enjoyed the auction, watching as each beautiful woman had her turn on the stage. Grant had grinned when a male submissive seemed to have captured his wife's attention—they had played with both Little boys and girls before. However, upon discovering that Valerie was only interested in seeing who purchased the man, he had known that she was truly waiting for the 'one', and it was definitely a Little girl who had captured her heart.
The moment Rosie appeared under the lights, they'd leaned forward. Watching her smile as she bounced up the steps to join Master Marshall, the ears on her slippers flopping, they turned and smiled at each other. However, the moment she had lifted her gown just enough to show off
her adorable panties, each felt a surge of desire shoot through them.
"How much?" Valerie whispered.
"As much as it takes," Grant practically growled. "I'm not letting this one go to anyone else. That little minx just earned herself a spanking, exposing her panties like that, and, I promise you, there isn't any other person here that can make sure her little bottom pays the proper price."
Grant had lifted the paddle and turned on the light to bid. He heard Valerie state that after Rosie's spanking, she'd discover she had very loving parents as well. Though he nodded absently, his focus was on the auction. When he made up his mind, nothing got in his way. He continued to lift his paddle as the bidding grew more frantic. He wasn't the least bit worried. The girl in the pink gown, clutching the white bear, would be theirs—it was only a matter of time.
*****
Rosie sat in the chair, her ankles crossed as she swung her legs, the bunny ears dancing with her every movement. She was hugging the bear, and as her thoughts ran over all the possibilities, she giggled, dropping her eyes and burying her face in the soft fur. Sensing a movement, she glanced up and her breath caught in her throat, her eyes going wide.
"Hello, Rosie." The man seemed to understand she was unable to speak, and smiled reassuringly as he walked towards her. Kneeling by her chair, he reached out and stroked the back of her hand where she was clutching the bear. "My name is Grant, and this is my wife, Valerie." A woman stepped forward, her smile sweet as she glanced at Rosie.
"I'm so happy to meet you, Rosie."
Rosa gave another nod, her heart pounding so hard she was sure the couple could not help but hear its every beat. Though she had accepted the fact that it could be a man or a woman who purchased her, this possibility had never occurred to her. Actually seeing that not one but two people—a married couple at that—had won her had every scenario she had recently run through her mind shifting. As they just continued to smile at her, and Grant continued to lightly stroke her hand, she felt her throat loosen.
"Hi," she squeaked, and then felt her face heat at the strangled sound. Taking another breath, she tried again. "It's… it's nice to meet you."
"Shall we go and get acquainted, sweetie?" It was Valerie who spoke.
Grant rose to his full height. "I think that's a good plan. How about it, Rosie?"
Rosa nodded, somehow managing to make it to a standing position, even though she was terrified her knees would buckle at any moment. She discovered she needn't worry about falling flat on her face, as Grant took her hand. When Valerie also reached, Rosie seemed confused, since her other hand was holding on to the bear as if her very life depended on it.
"What's your bear's name?" Valerie asked, her eyes finding Rosie's.
"Um, Janice…"
Valerie laughed, and the sound was enchanting. "What a lovely name. I'm sure that you and Janice have a very lovely time together. Do you mind if I hold her? I promise not to hurt her. Why don't you let me cuddle her for a bit, so that you can hold Mommy's hand? Daddy and I don't want you to get lost in the crowd. You are simply too little to be walking about on your own."
With that simple and short statement, Valerie had communicated far more than the words indicated. Rosa couldn't believe that she had given her bear that name, a girl's name. But it had been the first thing that popped out of her mouth, and most likely had to do with the Wardrobe assistant's assurance that the stuffed animal was the perfect finishing touch. She felt heat begin to creep up her neck, flushing her cheeks at Valerie's words. Her new 'Mommy'—God, she had a mommy—was letting her know that she could tell Rosie's world was reeling. She was also comforting the young woman, reassuring her that she had nothing to fear, regardless of what might happen. Rosa lifted Janice towards the woman, who took her and gave the bear a kiss on her fuzzy cheek before taking Rosie's hand.
"Thank you, now, shall we go?"
Rosie looked down at the hands that were linked with hers. Seeing that both of her parents wore the white bracelets that signified them as Dominants, as well as the soft pink bracelets that matched hers, it all became very real. Though Valerie had posed her words as a question, Rosie understood she really had no choice; they had bought her and she had pledged to submit to them. Managing a nod, she felt her feet moving without conscious thought as her new parents escorted her from the waiting room, her promise to keep this year's resolutions about to be put to the test.
The threesome made a very attractive sight as they walked side by side down the corridors. Grant was a tall man, standing about six three. His frame filled out his suit quite nicely, his broad shoulders and chest tapering down to a trim waist, his long legs eating up the distance easily. Valerie was also tall, just a few inches shorter than her husband—if she removed the red stiletto heels that were tapping against the marble of the floor. She wore a form fitting red knit dress, her curves accentuated by the fabric, yet looked as if she could step into any boardroom of any business and be instantly seen as a woman who demanded respect—and received it. Her black wavy hair curled around her shoulders, the earrings she wore swinging with every step. However, the sight that captivated anyone who passed was the girl between the handsome couple. Standing at barely two inches over five feet, Rosie truly appeared to be a little girl. Her blonde curls bounced and swayed, contrasting sharply with the black hair of the other two. Her pink gown swished around her thighs as she took two steps for every one of theirs, the ears on her slippers flopping non-stop.
The trio had only gone down one corridor before Grant seemed to realize that Rosie was struggling to keep up. He stopped and, with a grin at his wife, dropped Rosie's hand, only to pick her up, settling her on his hip. "Forgive me, princess, Daddy should have remembered that Little girls can't walk as fast as grown-ups." Taking Valerie's free hand in his, he resumed walking, with Rosie too stunned to react.
She could not remember the last time anyone had picked her up—certainly it had to have been before she could walk. Remembering that she wasn't that unsteady toddler, and knowing that he would soon be exhausted carrying her huge weight, she released the legs she'd instinctively wrapped around his waist, and the arms that had a tight clutch around his neck, and squirmed and struggled to be put down.
"Settle down," Grant said, his stride never slowing, and his hand dropped his wife's in order to take a kicking leg.
"But I can walk," Rosie said, pushing against his hold, the comfort of being held so alien that she fought against it. "I'm too big to be carried. You'll hurt—"
"I've got you, sweetie, and I want to hold you," Grant said, as if she weighed no more than the daily paper. When she attempted to get free again, he finally stopped walking. Dropping his wife's hand for the second time, he reached across and patted Rosa's bottom. "You've already got a good spanking coming, do you want to add another?"
Rosa froze instantly—the feel of his huge hand patting her bottom, as well as his words, causing her heart to race. Spanking? Had he just said she had a spanking coming? Forcing herself to look up, she saw his eyes, the color of dark chocolate, holding hers, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was most likely not the sort of man who made casual statements about spankings or anything else. Breaking away, she looked to see Valerie standing beside her husband, evidently willing to wait patiently until Grant had impressed upon their Little the reality of her situation. When the woman gave Rosie a soft smile, she felt her heart skip a beat, even as she wrapped herself around him again.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice so soft only the three heard her question.
"Why are we going to spank you?" Valerie asked, as if it was a question heard every day in her boardroom. At Rosie's gasp hearing the word 'we', she continued. "It was very naughty of you to lift your gown, young lady. No-one should see your panties besides your Mommy and Daddy. I suggest that if you don't want to go over his knee twice, you stop fidgeting and accept the fact that Daddy adores carrying his precious little girl. I can promise you that if he has to spank you twice,
you'll be sleeping on your tummy tonight."
Rosa's world shifted again, and with the shift came acceptance. Nodding, she buried her face in her new Daddy's shoulder, both grateful and sad when the hand patting her bottom disappeared to take her Mommy's hand again. As they continued their walk, Rosie felt her bottom clenching and her stomach filling with hundreds of flying monkeys. Nope, not Kansas anymore—and she only prayed that she had the strength to live through her journey to Oz.
When they stopped walking again, Rosie lifted her eyes. She watched as Valerie handed Grant a key for what was obviously their room. God, how had they gotten here so fast? As Grant opened the door, she buried her face again, knowing that he would put her down and then begin making sure she understood that he—make that they—meant business. She wasn't aware of the lights coming on as Valerie entered the room first. Grant followed, turning and locking the door, slipping the key into his pocket. Rosie's fear that she was simply going to be flipped over a knee and spanked proved to be unfounded.
Grant stepped further into the room and took a seat on one of the chairs, never letting her out of his arms. Settling her on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her as Valerie perched on the arm of the chair, her own hand moving to lie over one of Rosie's. As the warmth of their touch seeped into her chilled skin, Rosa left her previous world behind and gave a contented sigh, her cheek pressed against a broad, hard chest.
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