When The Gavel Falls (Masters of the Castle)

by Tabitha Black

  Valerie began to finger fuck Rosie harder, her other hand moving to the divide in Rosie's bottom, her fingers finding the flange of the plug, pressing and releasing against it. When she again felt Rosie still, she spoke again. "If you stop again, I'm going to stop playing and spank you instead, Rosie."

  Rosie instantly began again, forcing herself to take more than she ever had before, taking as deep a breath as she could before swallowing around the head of Grant's cock as it pushed into her throat.

  Valerie's finger began to pull the plug out of Rosie's bottom only to press it back inside, her other fingers stroking in and out of her pussy more rapidly. "Don't you have a cummie, Rosie, don't you come until Daddy does. And, little one, you will swallow even as you cover my hand with your cream. If you pop first or spill a drop, I will have to paddle you. You don't want a hot, aching bottom do you, Rosie?"

  Evidently Rosie did, because as soon as Valerie drove the plug deeper into her ass, her thumb pressing against her swollen clit, she exploded—her body jerking, her pussy gushing a moment before she felt the first spurt of semen splash against the back of her throat. She continued to convulse, her thighs shaking as Valerie continued to fuck her in both places and Grant continued to spill into her mouth. He kept his hand on the back of head, keeping her connected as she swallowed again and again.

  Valerie pressed against her body to make sure she didn't collapse, her smile serene as she looked up to see Grant's expression reflecting the same serenity. Empty, Grant moved his hand to stroke her hair and Valerie slowed her movements and then slid her fingers free.

  Grant stroked Rosie's cheek. "You can release, baby."

  Rosa felt almost as if she were floating and was barely aware of his words. Valerie helped her sit back, placing her hand on Grant's cock as it slid from Rosie's mouth. Once it was free, Rosie took some deep breaths, her mind attempting to catch up with her body.

  "That was beautiful, Rosie," Valerie said, bending forward to give her cheek a kiss. When she lifted her fingers, Rosie blushed but opened her mouth, taking the fingers that had been in her pussy inside, her tongue busy again as she cleaned them. "You almost made it, baby girl, but not quite. If only you could have held out another few moments—but you didn't, did you?"

  Rosa felt her bottom clench and her stomach flip, but not with fear. When Valerie slipped her fingers free, she shook her head. "No, Mommy. I-I tried but… when you… my bot… I tried, I promise, but I-I popped before Daddy."

  Valerie bent and kissed her mouth softly. "I know, sweetie."

  Grant helped Rosie to her feet as Valerie stood. He kissed them both and then as Valerie moved to the chair, he guided Rosie across her knees. Kneeling behind his adorable Little, he gently worked the plug from her bottom, loving every single gasp and every single soft whimper as it gradually slipped from her. Patting her bare cheeks, he stood, the purple plug in his hand as he went into the bathroom to wash it. Returning to the bedroom, he saw Valerie stroking down Rosie's back and bottom, the young submissive relaxed over his wife's lap and God, it was a beautiful picture. Grant went to the bureau and opened the drawer to remove a paddle. Looking back, he saw that Rosa's head was lifted, watching his every move. Squatting down in front of her, he showed her the paddle, turning it in his hands. "I want to thank you for doing such a good job holding your plug. You pleased both Mommy and me because you never once whined or asked for it to be removed. Do you know what that tells us, Rosie?" When she blushed and shook her head, he grinned. "It tells us that you are anxious to have your sweet little bottom trained. Just as you are learning how to properly take my cock into your throat, your body is anxious to learn to take my cock in your bottom. Soon, little one, I promise. You have pleased us very much." Rosie could blush a million times and he would never once get tired of seeing the beautiful color suffuse her skin.

  "We also know you tried very hard to hold off your cummie. That is something else you will learn to control. We are proud you admitted your failure. I want you to remember to keep your bottom loose and to thank Mommy for helping you to learn to obey her orders after she blisters your beautiful bottom." Rosa's eyes closed for a moment but then opened.

  "Yes, Sir. I… I will, Daddy."

  "Good girl, because afterwards, I'm going to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind. As I ram into you, I want my hands to be holding your hot, red beautiful ass." He stood as Rosie moaned, her eyes closing again, her palms flat on the floor, her toes barely able to touch the ground behind her. "Ask Mommy, Rosie. Tell her what you need."

  Valerie looked down at the young woman who had submitted to everything they had asked of her. She watched as Rosie turned her head and opened her eyes.

  "Mommy, please… please paddle me really hard. I-I need my bot-bottom to be really red."

  "And?" Grant prompted.

  "Hot, really red and hot."

  "Why, little one? Tell Mommy why you are asking," Valerie said softly, her hand stroking across the skin she was about to turn a blazing red.

  Rosa moaned, her body squirming just the slightest, her pussy filling yet again. "Because Dad… Daddy is going to fu-fuck me and… and he wants my bottom to be hot—hot and really red."

  "And is that what you wish as well, Rosie? Do you want me to paddle you until you think you can't take another stroke? Until your ass is crimson and so hot that you feel as if your backside is on fire? Is that what you want? What you need?"

  Rosa lowered her head, her eyes closed. "Ye-yes, Mommy. That's exactly what I need."

  "Then, sweetheart, that is what you shall receive. I promise not to let you down, Rosie," Valerie promised, and took the paddle from Grant.

  And she didn't. Within a half-dozen swats, Rosie was gasping. She had been spanked before—several times, in fact—however, she had never been paddled like anything she was currently attempting to survive. Stroke after stroke cracked onto her ass, each one with a sound like a clap of thunder. By twenty, her fingers were scrabbling across the floor in front of her as she attempted to crawl off her Mommy's lap. By thirty, her feet were kicking up. As the fortieth landed, she was begging for the paddling to end, her skin feeling as if she had been placed, butt first, onto a lit fire.

  Grant squatted down again, taking her face into his hands. Looking into her eyes, he spoke softly. "Remember, you have a safeword. Use it if you must, but I know you can take more. Release your fear, Rosie, for I swear, you will find freedom in release." He was incredibly honored when she reached out and took his hand, closed her eyes and nodded.

  The paddling continued until her ass was scarlet. Though she had lifted her head and cried out loudly when the paddle moved to spank her thighs, she never again asked for mercy. As the fiftieth stroke lifted both buttocks to redden her sit-spots, she surrendered to discover a place beyond the pain.

  Valerie gave her a count of one hundred, covering her bottom and the backs of her thighs in round after round, the steady cadence never once faltering, and Grant never released her hand. Her tears fell onto his skin and the floor even as her cream slid from her to fall on Valerie's bare thighs. When the paddle began to rub softly, it took several minutes for her to come back to them.

  Valerie nodded and Grant bent forward, again lifting her chin, his mouth finding hers. "That was beautiful." He released her hand only long enough to stand and lift her off Valerie's lap. He carried her to the bed and gently lowered her. When her ass hit the bed, she hissed and rolled over to lie on her stomach. Valerie stood up, put the paddle down, and together, she and Grant climbed onto the bed.

  Valerie sat at Rosie's head, stroking her hair and her cheek. Grant sat behind her, his fingers trailing down her back and across her seared skin. Rosa began to moan and shudder, her eyes opening to find Valerie looking down, a smile on her face.

  "Thank you," Rosa said. "Thank you for showing me what it means to fly."

  Valerie felt her heart hitch. She bent forward and Rosie lifted her head to meld her lips to hers. The kiss was so gen
tle, so full of love and promise. Valerie felt tears fill her eyes, never in her life had she felt this… this sense of wonder. Deepening the kiss, she stroked Rosie's cheek.

  "Get on your hands and knees, Rosie," Grant said softly. Both he and Valerie helped her into position, her cheek lying on Valerie's thigh.

  Rosa felt Grant move between her legs, his hands on her scalded bottom, which only drove her need higher. When he entered her, she moaned, and without thought, moved her head forward, her mouth finding Valerie's sex, her tongue licking, tasting, devouring as Grant fucked her from behind.

  Valerie spread her legs wide to allow Rosie whatever access she desired. Her hand continued to stroke through the blonde ringlets, her eyes moving to lock onto her husband's.

  When they came, it was together, all three exploding, gasping and shaking with the intensity of the shared act.

  It took several minutes before they could move; Grant pulling out and lifting Rosie to cradle against his chest. His arm moved to pull Valerie into him as he sat against the headboard. Rosie snuggled and sighed, feeling surrounded by love.

  After a bit, Valerie suggested a bath and moved from the bed, holding out her hand. Rosie took it and the two walked into the bathroom, Valerie turning on the tub. Rosie poured bubble bath into the stream pouring from the faucet. As the tub filled, they stood, arms around each other, as if not wanting to lose contact.

  Grant took the time to turn back the covers of the bed. He put the jar of arnica ointment on the nightstand. Rosie would certainly appreciate the cooling cream, and it would help guarantee she slept calmly. God, it had been incredible, her fingers clenching his, her soft tears falling onto their joined hands as she submitted to the intense paddling. Valerie had done a beautiful job, and he knew she had not even given it her all. But they had no desire to physically harm their beautiful little girl—they were willing to push her limits only to allow her to discover things she'd never experienced before. Grant was honored that she trusted them enough to let them teach her to fly beyond the physical pain, and he wondered how it would be to teach her all the things they wanted her to explore.

  He pulled their suitcases out of the closet, opening his and pulling out a pair of sweat pants for himself and a white t-shirt for Rosie. He opened Valerie's and pulled out a silk gown of dark blue. Though they had slept in the nude for the past several nights, the temperature had dropped, and after such an intense evening, he didn't want Rosie or Valerie to feel chilled. Carrying the clothing into the bathroom, he smiled seeing the women already in the tub, Valerie holding Rosie to her.

  He joined them and the three let the warm water soothe their muscles and wash away the evidence of their lovemaking. With Valerie's help, he managed to get Rosie bathed, and they shared smiles as she protested that she just wanted to sleep. Shaking his head and grinning, he climbed from the tub, dried himself off, and put on the sweat pants before lifting the sleepy submissive out, drying her quickly and slipping the t-shirt over her head. Valerie toweled off and slid the gown on.

  Valerie helped him tuck Rosie into the bed on her tummy, both smiling as they watched her arm going across Mr. Bear that Grant had placed on the bed. Lifting the gown to the middle of her back, Grant and Valerie applied a generous coating of the arnica to her bottom and thighs, her soft sighs and further relaxation of her body telling of her relief. Pulling the sheet over her, they each kissed her cheek and then simply stood and watched as she sank deeper into sleep.

  Grant sat in the chair and pulled his wife down onto his lap. "You are an incredible woman, Valerie. No matter your role; as wife, as Mommy, as my submissive or as Rosie's Domme, you give it all you can. I love you so much." Grant kissed her tenderly.

  When his lips released her, she cuddled into him, her head finding almost the same exact spot which Rosie had discovered she loved. They remained silent for several minutes, Grant's hands stroking Valerie's hair and her back. When they spoke, it was softly so as not to wake the woman—the Little girl they had fallen so completely head over heels for.

  "Can we keep her?" Valerie asked solemnly, her eyes searching his.

  "She's not a puppy, sweetheart," Grant softly teased. "Rosie is the most incredible Little I've ever seen. I knew she was special the moment she walked into the Meet and Greet, but I had no idea how truly incredible she is. It's like she's a sponge, anxious to soak up all she can. I find that I want us to be the ones to guide her, to show her all that she can experience."

  Valerie nodded against his chest, her hand stroking down his arm. "I love her, Grant. I love her like I love you. She is family now. I will feel as if part of me has died if she doesn't go home with us."

  He bent to kiss the top of her head. "I know, I feel the same way. All we can do is ask. We have no idea of what her real life is like. We can ask, Val, but I don't want you to feel rejected if she can't or doesn't wish to become our family. For all we know, she is the CEO of some huge corporation, and only comes to the Castle to relieve stress and let someone else take care of her. She might be a lawyer who fights daily in some courtroom and needs to simply submit at times, to let someone else be in charge. Perhaps she is married, has a half dozen kids—not that you could tell by looking at her gorgeous body—that demand all of her, but also a loving husband. He might not even be into any of this stuff but loves her enough not to deny her the opportunity to experience her kink. Hell, who knows—we won't until we ask."

  Valerie nodded. "I know… when will you ask? I mean, perhaps even if she doesn't want to be ours forever, she'll want to spend the extra days with us?"

  "Tomorrow. We need to talk early tomorrow because her answer will determine whether we stay or get on that bus. Now, it's late. Let's try to get some sleep." At Valerie's nod, he stood and carried her to the bed, slipping her in beside Rosie. He slipped out of his sweats, smiling when Valerie put her arm around Rosie. Saying a quick prayer, he slid in with the girls, putting his arm around his wife, his fingers grazing Rosie's hip.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rosa rolled over and opened her eyes. She reached for Mr. Bear, who was teetering on the very edge of the bed. Her action caused him to roll off, a soft thump sounding as he fell to the floor. Rosa turned her head to see if the noise had awakened Valerie or Grant. Satisfied that they were still asleep, she slid out of bed as carefully as possible. She bent and picked up the huge stuffed animal, almost giggling when she realized that he really was almost as large as she.

  "Shh, I'll be back," she whispered, giving him a hug and then releasing him as she went into the bathroom. It was only when she was lifting the shirt to sit on the toilet that she realized she wasn't naked. By the way the shirt hung on her frame, she knew it belonged to Grant and not Valerie. She used the toilet and washed her hands, looking into the mirror to see that some of her ringlets appeared a bit squashed. Spying a brush, she ran it through her hair until it was soft and wavy again, lying over her shoulders in a golden curtain. She shivered, feeling a bit chilled—perhaps that was the reason she had been put into Daddy's shirt to sleep. With a glance to the door, she giggled and turned to lift the back of the shirt. Looking over her shoulder, she gazed at her bottom, expecting to see it black and blue. To her disbelief, her bottom was a mottled pink; with barely a bruise in sight. How in the hell could she take such a paddling and have so little evidence of it? When she touched her skin, she realized that much of the residual effects must be below the surface, as just that light touch made her gasp. Well, she might not have huge surface bruises, but she did have tenderness. Feeling a bit greasy, she realized that at some point they must have applied that marvelous lotion to her bottom. Rosa smiled at the thought that she must have been sound asleep and yet they'd made sure she would be comforted. She left the bathroom eager to slide back into bed with her parents.

  Rosa bent to pick up the bear again, then froze. Slowly releasing the stuffed animal, she straightened. Oh God, today was Friday. She had forgotten but as she gazed at the suitcases open on the floor by the chair,
the meaning of the day came rushing back. Stepping closer, she saw that the paddle that had been used on her last night was tucked into the top of one bag. She recognized the jewelry box that must be holding Valerie's necklace tucked into another. Glancing at the back of the chair, she realized that their clothing of the day before must have been put back into garment bags to be returned to Wardrobe. Her hand went to cover her mouth when she saw two pairs of ruffled panties, one white and one pink, lying neatly on the table by the chair.

  They had packed. She hadn't just slept through their application of the arnica cream—she had slept through their packing. They were leaving… leaving the Castle and leaving her. It was over. Though she had heard them say they loved her, that they were a family, she had forgotten the most important thing. They had bought her—purchased her for only a few days and a few incredible nights. God, what had she been thinking? They had never come to the Castle to adopt her—this wasn't an orphanage, it was a place where all sorts of fantasies were played out. This was the place where any role was possible, any scene could be a reality for a while… but then costumes were returned, suitcases were packed and the actors of the plays returned to their own homes to live their own lives. Lives that didn't include young women who had forgotten that it was all a fantasy. Lives that did not consider that young woman's heart when her eyes finally opened and she realized that she was not Grant and Valerie's real Little girl—she was just a regular young woman with a job… and with a broken dream.

  Rosa was not even aware of the tears sliding down her cheeks. She reached behind her neck, unfastening the ribbon's closure. As she removed it, she felt her heart shatter, but all sounds were captured in her throat that had closed with her emotion. Rosa picked up the bear and put him in the chair. She slid the collar over his thick wrist, closing it. Throwing her arms around him, she gave him a huge hug and then kissed the small bear charm on the pink ribbon. Taking one last look at the couple spooning on the bed, she brushed her hands across her cheeks and only then realized she was crying.