"Oh my God, you look adorable!" Silver exclaimed.
"And you look sexy," Rosie replied, giving her friend a great big hug. Sexy didn't really denote how incredible Silver looked. Stunning was indeed the perfect word to describe her friend. "How are things going? I haven't see you since you left the stage. Who bought you?" When Silver told her about Travis and Trevor, Rosa squealed. "Oh, I was so hoping they would. Are the twins taking good care of you? Or do you regret having come?"
"Oh hell, no! Letting you convince me to give this a try is probably the best thing I've ever done," Silver said. "The twins are just... oh Rosie, they're amazing. If I'd dreamt them up, they wouldn't have been as perfect as they are in real life. I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet."
Rosa watched Silver's eyes soften and followed her gaze. The two men, dressed as Roman gladiators, took her breath away. The twins wore skirts made from wide leather strips that ended above their knees, their muscular legs clad in leather, contrasting with the golden hair of their skin. Black harnesses crisscrossed their broad chests and shoulders, the muscles in their arms quite impressive. Both held wicked-looking swords, giving you no doubt that they were fierce fighters, ready to conquer any foe. Looking back at Silver, Rosa knew who their latest conquest was, and could easily visualize her friend on her knees before the two men, pledging to do whatever they desired. She smiled as Silver returned her gaze to her.
Silver could see the light in Rosie's eyes. "From the looks of you, you're pretty much feeling the same way."
"Guilty as charged. I am growing more and more attached to Grant and Valerie—aka Mommy and Daddy—every minute that I spend with them." Rosie bit her lower lip, suddenly wistful. "All this time, being a Nanny to the other Littles in the Nursery—I always knew I wanted to give it a try, to be on that side of things, but even I would never have guessed how right it feels. It's like I've come home." Rosa realized just how much she meant her statement. Never in her life had she felt exactly right; like she was in the one and only place with the only two people that made her feel as if all was right with her world.
"I can understand that," Silver replied. They both glanced over at Rosie's 'parents,' who were jiving in an expert rendition of the Twist. "Oh, how gorgeous, your Mommy's wearing the same outfit as you! And your Daddy makes a very sexy James Dean." She took her friend's hand. "Do you think they feel the same way about you?"
"I don't know. We haven't really talked about...after. Right now though, they both give me so much love and affection. And they're certainly giving me a whole lot of new experiences." Rosie could feel her skin heating, knowing it was turning pink.
Silver grinned. "Care to elaborate?"
Rosie smiled back at her. "I will, the next time we actually have the opportunity to get together for a proper chat. It's far too long a story for now and I'll spill the beans… um, I'll share only if you tell me every single detail since the auction."
Silver wondered at the pause in Rosie's words, why did the word 'bean' have her cheeks flushing such a pretty pink color? She just had a feeling that their sharing their stories of the past few days was going to be one incredible hen party. "Then it's a deal. Ohhh," Silver jumped.
"Are you okay?" Rosa asked, her friend's sudden movement and the startled look on her face giving her a moment of concern.
"Uh... wonderful. I'm wearing these remote-controlled vibrating knickers, and some complete sadist just decided to flip the switch. I think that's the signal for me to get back to my gladiators."
Rosa giggled, learning something new, and knowing her friend was most likely in submissive heaven. "How delicious!"
"It's an utter torment—they know exactly how to push all my buttons, no pun intended." Silver sighed. "If only things were different..."
"How do you mean?"
"Nothing. We'll talk about everything properly when we next get a chance." Silver wrapped her friend in her arms and squeezed her tight. "You enjoy the rest of the party, sweetheart. I have a remote to go and steal."
"Happy New Year, Sylvia," Rosie murmured, hugging her back. "Talk to you soon."
"And to you. Love you."
"You too." Rosa watched as Silver walked away, her swaying hips emphasizing her perfect ass, and the regal way she held her head up belying her costume. She might be dressed as a slave girl, but she had the grace and dignity of a queen. Looking past her, she saw Travis and Trevor, both wearing smiles that sent a shiver down Rosa's spine—they looked like two huge dire-wolves that had the utmost confidence that they would never truly need to hunt as their prey was coming straight towards them. Rosa had no doubt that Silver would soon find her clothes shredded from her body as her wolfish gladiators devoured her—and, she knew, Silver would absolutely adore every single bite.
Grant took turns dancing with his girls and then Valerie led Rosie out onto the floor for a fun dance involving a great deal of twirling, their poodle skirts lifting to show not only shapely legs but flashes of white ruffled panties as well as very sexy black ones. Grant sat grinning as Rosie giggled and Valerie laughed, as hoots and whistles accompanied their movements. Both were gasping for air when they returned to the table, Rosie throwing herself at her Daddy. He lifted her to sit on his lap, his arms going around her to hold her close. "Having fun?"
"This is the best party I've ever gone to," she said, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Daddy, for not making me stay in our room. I would have been so sad to miss this. I just am so sorry I was naughty today."
"Baby girl, you need to learn that once punished, the incident is forgotten and forgiven. Now, let's not think about it again. Would you like some punch?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.
"Um, yes, but I think I'd better use the bathroom first."
"Potty," Grant corrected, seeing the cute flush moving into her cheeks. "Little girls go potty. Do you want Daddy or Mommy to take you?"
Thinking of Grant leading her to the bathroom and putting her on the potty, she buried her face in his shirt. "Mommy, please."
Valerie took her hand and the two left the ballroom to tend to Rosie's need. Grant watched them until they disappeared, then sat and thought about the future. Where was Rosie's home? What did she do for a living? The fact that she'd taken part in the auction proved that she enjoyed the lifestyle—did she have someone outside of the Castle that she played with? He was fairly certain that she didn't have a permanent parent or parents that were the Bigs to her Little side. Would it be possible? Should he even broach the subject? Deciding that he wouldn't possibly ruin this magical night, he stood and went to get them some refreshments.
Rosie returned with Valerie, and from the color of her cheeks, Grant understood that something had happened. When she was led to him, Valerie's face looking stern, he took Rosie back onto his lap, not a bit surprised to hear her give a soft hiss.
"What happened to the Little girl who told me she was happy she had been allowed to attend the Ball?" he asked, his fingers on her chin not allowing her to bury her face in his neck as she had shown she preferred.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said softly. "I-I fussed, and Mommy had to… to spank me." Rosie made her confession in a voice so low it was difficult to hear, but Grant caught each word.
"What sort of fuss?"
Rosie squirmed on his lap, her head attempting to turn to make sure no-one was paying attention to them. His firm hold made that impossible.
"Answer Daddy, Rosie," Valerie said from where she had slid into her chair and was sipping her punch. "Make sure you speak loud enough that he doesn't have to strain to hear you—unless you wish to be taken to the room and put to bed before midnight or the fireworks."
Rosa didn't want to miss a single thing. She sighed and then forced herself to look into her Daddy's eyes. "I had to go… you know…"
"Potty?" Grant offered.
Shaking her head, Rosie's face turned scarlet as she continued. "Well, yes, that but… but I mean the other." When Grant seemed to accept her sta
tement, she hurried to finish making her confession. "When Mommy took… um, took it out, I didn't want her to put it back in." Satisfied that he now had the whole story, she sighed and dropped her eyes.
Grant took the opportunity to look over at his wife to see her grin. Wanting to make sure that Rosie understood she had two parents, he told her to look at him. When she did, he spoke softly but firmly. "Rosie, when I or your Mommy put something into your bottom, it remains there until we decide to remove it. That could be an hour or it could be an entire day. You, young lady, are never to ask for it to be removed unless you need to make a poo." Ignoring her gasp, he continued. "If I'm not the one to remove it when needed, it will always be re-inserted by your Mommy if I'm the one to have put it into you. She may ask me if it is okay to leave it out, but will never do so without my permission. Do you understand?"
Wanting him to release her chin so that she could hide in his shirt, Rosa nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
"Good, now, stand up and turn around. I want you to lift your skirt and petticoat and lower your panties so you can display your spanked bottom, and I'll check your little plug as well." Grant set her down, pretty positive that she really, really wished she could remain on his lap. When she gave him a look of pleading, he shook his head, twirling his finger to indicate she was to turn around and do as she had been told.
Obeying was not really a question. She remembered the debate she had attempted in the cafeteria about displaying her bottom in public. That certainly hadn't worked, and attempting another would most likely have her displaying a really red backside after her Daddy spanked her for arguing. Rosa was grateful for the fact that they were sitting at one of the tables along the wall. Facing away from her Daddy, she saw hundreds of people partying and having fun. Praying that none would look in her direction, she lifted her clothing and held it above her bottom with one hand while using the other to tug her panties down.
"Bend over, Rosie," Grant instructed. "I want to see your entire bottom." Rosie moaned but obeyed, bending forward. He pulled her panties down further until they rested at mid-thigh. He wasn't surprised to find them damp, giving Valerie another look to see her watching and smiling, indicating she was well aware of their Little's arousal. Grant placed his hand on Rosie's rear, feeling a slight warmth over the welts he'd placed across her cheeks earlier. She might have gotten spanked, but he knew it hadn't been but a few swats with Valerie's hand. He was exceptionally proud of Rosie when she only moaned again as he lifted his hand and used his fingers to pry her cheeks further apart. He played with the plug for a few minutes, twisting and turning it inside her bottom-hole, watching as she began to drip some of her precious cream onto his fingers, her moans telling of her growing arousal.
"I think your plug is fine," Grant said, removing his hand and patting her ass. "However, to make sure you remember to mind Mommy, you will turn to the wall and hold up your clothing for ten minutes. I don't want to hear any whining or pleas. You were naughty for Mommy, and naughty girls who get spanked display their bottoms—with or without a plug in their little puckers. Understand?"
"Ye… yes, Daddy," Rosa said, turning and taking the few steps to the wall, her hands holding her clothing above her naked ass, her panties still at her thighs. Adding 'pucker' to her list of adjectives for her poor anus, she felt another trickle of moisture slide down her thigh.
It didn't matter that she was sure no-one had paid them any attention when her Mommy had taken her across her knees while sitting on the couch in the bathroom. Rosie had felt a combination of embarrassment and titillation as she had been spanked in full view of a few women who occupied the room with them. The spanking hadn't truly hurt, just burned a bit, as it was given over an already tender bottom. Her true shame hadn't hit until her Mommy instructed her to hold her cheeks wide apart so that Daddy's plug could be reinserted. Valerie hadn't simply slid it in either—no, she'd worked it in and out of her backside, twisting and turning the plug until Rosie was squirming, her pussy weeping. When it was finally settled deep within her channel once more, Valerie had slid her fingers through Rosie's sex and whispered that her Little girl seemed to be fussing a great deal when it was obvious that she was enjoying being plugged. Rosie couldn't deny the statement; her nipples were rock hard and her clit was pulsing, as she pushed back against her Mommy's fingers for relief. Valerie had chuckled and patted her bottom before pulling the white panties up again, leaving her girl aching. As she'd guided Rosie off her lap and led her to the sink so the two could wash their hands, Rosie had seen other party goers giving her knowing smiles but saying nothing, and Rosie wondered if any of them were plugged, clamped or perhaps wearing vibrating panties, and realized she felt included in her submission.
Though she did feel included, the small room had been nothing like the crowded ballroom. Here there was not even a sense of privacy. Rosie knew that anyone close enough now was sure to at least glance at the girl, make that the naughty little girl, facing the wall. She wondered what Silver would think at seeing her friend's red bottom and then swallowed hard, remembering how her Mommy had commented on the flange protruding from between her cheeks. Were people even now smiling at the naughty, plugged Little? Or, God, could they see the moisture Rosie could feel sliding down her thighs? Blushing and sighing, she put her nose and breasts against the wall and, while she had hoped earlier that the night would never end, she now hoped that it would fly by—at least the next ten minutes.
Grant and Valerie sat together, their hands clasped as they watched their Little. Valerie bent close to him. "Grant, I don't know about you but every second I spend with Rosie makes me love her that much more. She might have been a little naughty in the potty, but, honey, she wiggles deeper into my heart with every little wriggle of that precious, very spankable, plugged little bottom."
"I know, I feel the same way. I've never felt such an attraction for another woman before—well, besides you, of course." She smiled as he lifted their hands and kissed her knuckles. "Do we dare to ask if Rosie might be willing to come home with us? I know we'll ask if she wants to spend the weekend, as that is an option, but I don't want to break your heart if she decides not to take the opportunity. Whichever way it goes, at least we have her for another full day tomorrow and two more nights as well."
Valerie glanced at the adult Little woman who had stolen their hearts. While Grant's words were true, she prayed that they could convince Rosie to become their Little girl forever. It would be a huge, life-changing decision for them all. Instead of the occasional play dates with other couples who enjoyed an ageplay dynamic, if Rosie did decide to take a chance, they would be responsible for her; hopefully for the rest of her life. Sighing, she nodded and kissed her husband's cheek. "We'll never know unless we ask, but not tonight."
"No, not tonight," he agreed, before looking at his watch. "Okay, sweetie, you may turn around."
Rosie did so, going to her Daddy who gently tapped the flange of the plug before pulling her panties up, whispering that if they got any wetter they would need to be removed altogether. Despite her embarrassment, she giggled, wondering for a moment if he had room in his jean pocket for the ruffled pair. Grant held her as she sipped her punch and nibbled on some of the incredible hors d' oeuvres on the plate he had prepared. When he picked her up and led her back onto the dance floor, she was soon laughing as she twirled, the spanking forgotten and forgiveness given just as it would be every time.
At ten minutes to midnight, guests were served a single glass of champagne. As Grant handed Rosie a glass, she wondered why Littles were allowed the sparkling wine but not coffee. Deciding that asking might have the glass plucked from her hand and her panties lowered again, she simply thanked him.
The lights dimmed and as midnight approached, the crowd joined in the universal chant backwards from ten. At the chime of the clock, "Happy New Year" was shouted by everyone, Grant first kissing his wife and then kissing Rosie.
"Happy New Year, sweetheart," Valerie said a moment before her lips
met Rosie's in a tender kiss. Rosa forgot that others might be watching, her heart filling as desire flooded through her. She returned the kiss and knew that it was without a doubt the most magical, most memorable New Year's Eve she'd ever had, and said a quick prayer that it would be the start of the best year of her life.
The crowd moved out onto the lawn to watch the remarkable fireworks display. Master Marshall had been right—it was far more spectacular than the show the night before. Loud booms echoed as the sky was filled with bursts and streams of colors. Rosa didn't protest when Grant decided it was time to retire even though the party was still going strong. She didn't want to admit that she was tired, but her Daddy seemed to understand as he scooped her up into his arms.
She laid her head against his chest, her eyes drifting closed.
"Someone is a sleepy little girl!" Rosa opened her eyes to see Master Marshall smiling down at her. "Did you have a good time, Rosie?" he asked.
"Oh yes, Sir," she said softly. "It was wonderful."
"I'm glad to hear that. I just wanted to say, you made quite the picture of a remorseful naughty Little when you were at the wall." He watched her cheeks color before she buried her face again. "Happy New Year, Rosie. I'm sure it will be your best yet." Nodding to Grant and Valerie, who were grinning in pleasure, he turned and left the family.
By the time Valerie unlocked their door, Rosie was sound asleep, never even stirring as the couple gently undressed her and slid her into bed between them.
Chapter Fifteen
It was late by the time Grant woke the next morning. He smiled, realizing that this was the first time in years that he wasn't slightly hung over from over indulging the evening before. The Castle's strict policy on alcohol ensured that would not happen. He slid from the bed, made use of the facilities and then took a seat in the chair, his eyes on the two women still sleeping. Rosie was facing Valerie, her head lying on her breast, her arm across Valerie's torso. Valerie's leg was once more over Rosie's, her hand cupping a bare cheek. God, even in sleep they exuded a sexuality that had his cock stiffening.
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