15. Ella
FIFTEEN
ELLA
E lla’s heart pounded as King gently guided her over his knee, her small hands bracing against the couch as her stomach pressed into his strong thighs. She felt completely vulnerable in a way that made her squirm.
“You know why this is happening, don’t you, baby?”
She nodded against the cushions, her breath coming in pants. “Yes, Daddy.”
The realization of what she’d called him hit her, but it had come so easily. So natural. It felt right.
“Good girl,” he said softly. “Do you remember what your safeword is to make things come to a halt if you need them to?”
“Yes. Red.”
“Good. You can say it any time if things become too much or painful. Since this is your first spanking, I’m going to take it easy on you, but you can still safeword at any time.”
Her chest ached, and his gentle reassurances made her feel even worse for being so naughty. He was being so sweet and taking such good care of her, and all she’d been was a brat.
His hand rubbed slow, comforting circles over her bottom before he lifted it. A sharp smack landed on her right cheek, making her gasp.
Before she could process it, another came on the left, the sting sinking in deep.
“Ow—Daddy!” she whined, kicking her legs.
King simply tightened his grip around her waist, keeping her pinned over his lap.
“You were naughty, Little girl. Hiding from me. Making me worry.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Ella let out a soft cry, trying to wiggle away from the firm, steady rhythm of his hand, but he didn’t let up. Each strike sent a warm burn through her, making her bottom feel hotter by the second.
“I-I’m sorry,” she cried, gripping the couch cushion.
“I know, baby,” King said, but he didn’t stop. “But I need to make sure you remember.”
Tears welled in her eyes as the spanking continued, her legs kicking helplessly.
“I do! I remember! I won’t do it again!” she sobbed.
“I hope you won’t,” he replied as he tucked his hand into the back of her leggings and panties.
As he pulled the fabric down, baring her bottom, she whimpered. She was sure he could see everything, including her pussy and the damp spot on her panties. If he did, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he carried on with her spanking, this time on her already hot bottom.
“If I call for you and tell you I’m going to count, that means serious business, dollface. I expect you to stop playing and come to me.”
Sniffling, she cried out over and over while kicking her feet wildly. She’d read about spankings and even fantasized about them, but she’d never experienced one. It was terrible. Her butt was on fire, and her chest ached with a sadness that she hadn’t expected. She’d disappointed him, and she hated that. It was the last thing she wanted.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she wailed loudly, collapsing over his lap. “I won’t do it ever again.”
Tears trailed down her cheeks, and even though she was sure she would never sit again, her heart felt full in a way she hadn’t expected.
King landed a final, firm swat before he was lifting her, pulling her into his chest. The moment she was curled against him, she buried her face against his neck, crying softly. He held her tightly, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles down her spine.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips pressing into her hair. “Took your punishment like a good girl.”
Ella hiccupped, snuggling closer as he rocked her. The warmth of his body surrounded her, making her feel safe despite her sore bottom.
After a few minutes, he pulled back just enough to tilt her chin up, his dark eyes filled with nothing but warmth. “It’s over now, Little one. All is forgiven.”
Then he leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips brushing hers in a way that made her stomach flutter. When he broke away, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pacifier, offering it to her. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, slipping it between her lips. The familiar, calming motion of sucking settled something deep inside her, and she melted against him.
King held her close, stroking her hair while she relaxed into his arms, her sniffles fading. She knew she’d been naughty, but in his embrace, she felt nothing but peace and something she wasn’t expecting.
She felt loved.
Ella sighed in contentment as she curled up against King’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around her as they relaxed on his couch. The low hum of the movie played in the background, but she wasn’t paying attention. It was hard to focus on anything when King’s steady heartbeat thumped beneath her ear, his warmth surrounding her like a protective cocoon.
He had her tucked between his legs, her body cradled against his, and every so often, he ran his fingers lazily through her hair, making her shiver. She felt safe. Secure. Like she belonged here, in his arms.
“You comfy, baby?” he murmured, his lips pressing lightly against her head.
She nodded, snuggling even closer. “Mm-hmm. Really comfy.”
His deep chuckle rumbled against her cheek. “Good. You better be. I like having you here.”
Her cheeks warmed, but she didn't respond. Mostly because she liked being there too much, and it scared her a bit. Everything with King was moving so fast, yet it felt so right.
They stayed like that for hours, King occasionally shifting to adjust her or whisper in her ear, but for the most part, they just existed together, wrapped up in each other.
After her punishment had ended and she had calmed down, he told her she could go back to playing with the other girls, but she wanted to stay with him. So he turned on a movie for them while he cuddled and babied her.
When dinnertime rolled around, King finally moved, stretching beneath her before shifting her off his lap. “Come on, Little one. Let’s get some food in that tummy.”
She let out a small whine at the loss of his warmth but let him pull her to her feet. Hand in hand, he led her out of his apartment and into the common area where the rest of the club members and Littles were gathering for dinner.
The moment they stepped into the dining room, Ella hesitated, feeling a little overwhelmed by the lively energy of the clubhouse. The tables were filled with people chatting, laughing, and teasing one another. For a second, she thought about asking King if they could eat alone. Ever since her spanking, she’d felt extra Little and clingy.
But he didn’t give her the chance. He led her straight to the food, grabbing two plates and filling them up. When she sat down, she winced as her bottom came into contact with the chair, but one look at Harper and she knew she wasn’t alone. The other girls had gotten their bottoms spanked, too. And that kind of comforted her.
As soon as King sat next to her, she expected him to slide a plate in front of her, but instead, he scooted his chair closer and held up a forkful of food.
She blinked at him. “You’re… gonna feed me?”
King smirked. “That a problem, dollface?”
Her cheeks burned as she glanced around, suddenly hyper-aware of how many people were in the room. But then, her eyes landed on Ivy, snuggled in Steele's lap as he fed her. Remi was curled up beside Kade, giggling as he held a spoon to her lips.
Ella’s stomach flipped. This wasn’t weird in the compound. This was normal.
Slowly, she turned back to King, pausing for a second before parting her lips and letting him slide the bite into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.
She shivered, chewing slowly as he continued to feed her, his eyes never leaving hers. Every bite he gave her, every soft murmur of praise, sent little flutters through her belly.
By the time dinner was over, she wasn’t even thinking about being embarrassed anymore. She just felt… cherished. Taken care of.
Ella sat back in her chair, her belly pleasantly full from the meal King had fed her. The others were chatting around the table, but King stood up and took her hand, leading her toward his apartment. She followed willingly, feeling a sense of contentment that only seemed to grow the more time she spent with him.
Once they were inside, King smiled down at her. “Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Ella nodded as he disappeared from the apartment. She was a little lost without him by her side, but she settled onto the couch, curling up with one of the throw pillows. The soft fabric and the quiet atmosphere of his personal space put her at ease, like this was where she was supposed to be.
Her thoughts wandered while she waited. She couldn’t help but smile, recalling how King had fed her earlier. The tenderness in his actions had been so... caring. She’d never felt anything like it before, and it made her feel warm and cherished in a way she didn’t know was possible.
After what felt like only a few moments, she heard King’s footsteps approaching.
He stepped into the doorway, arms loaded with an assortment of new toys and Little items. Her heart fluttered as she took in the sight—a colorful collection of plush toys, a playful rattle, a doll, and even a few items she hadn’t seen before.
With a soft giggle, she asked, “Where did you get all that?”
King’s smile was warm as he stepped closer. “We have a shared closet for Little items. The other Daddies and I always make sure we have extras ready when a new Little comes to the compound.”
Her fingers danced over each object as she examined them one by one. “I can’t believe you have all of this,” she murmured, barely able to contain her excitement.
One of the toys she studied was a pink stuffed bear wearing a tiny T-shirt, which had the logo of their club printed on the front. It was instantly her new favorite stuffy.
King’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “I knew you’d like them. They’re all for you.”
When her hand brushed against a baby bottle, she lifted it, her gaze meeting his with a questioning look.
“Do you… like this?” she asked timidly.
King’s gaze softened even more. “At bedtime and nap time, I’d like to bottle feed you… If that’s not a hard limit for you.”
Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head eagerly. “No, I think I might like that.”
A warm surge of relief and excitement coursed through her as she continued to inspect every new toy. “I can’t believe you guys have a closet of Little stuff. It’s so thoughtful.”
King reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We want every Little who comes here to have things to make them feel comfortable and to be taken care of.”
After she had taken in every item with bright, childlike fascination, King stepped closer and cupped her chin. “Will you stay the night with me?”
Without hesitation, her heart fluttering, she whispered, “Yes.”
King’s smile deepened, and he excused himself, disappearing from the apartment. Moments later, he reappeared carrying an armful of neatly folded clothes. New garments just for Littles. As he spread them out on a chair, Ella’s eyes sparkled at the soft, pastel fabrics and delicate designs. Among the items was a pair of training panties for bedtime.
Her cheeks burned as she stared at them. “Oh… these are so pretty,” she managed to say, though she sounded nervous.
King chuckled gently. “I thought you might like them. I want you to have everything that makes you feel Little and special.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly. “It’s all so new and a little scary, but I… I trust you.”
“I know it’s new for you, baby, but I promise—everything we do, every new experience, is meant to make you feel safe and cherished.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip as she examined the clothes. “I want to be your Little girl, and I want to learn, to experience everything with you.”
King’s smile widened. “We’ll take it one step at a time. Tonight, let’s start with trying on these clothes.”
“Okay.”
He reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over her hand. “I want to give you all the firsts you deserve and to care for you as my Little girl and my woman.”
A flutter of excitement and warmth coursed through her at his words.
“I want that, too,” she replied softly.
King’s eyes held hers, and for a moment, everything around them faded away. “Come on then, baby. Let’s get you changed into your new nightie and panties.”
Ella smiled shyly. “Okay, Daddy.”
The word came out more naturally than she expected. Everything with King felt so natural. Like they were meant to be.