Chapter 19
Natasha
I let him lead me out of the room and down the back steps that lead into the kitchen, but I’m embarrassed when we emerge. I’ve been Little in front of this amazing couple for a month and doubly so this past week, but they’ve never seen me with a red bottom, and I’m certain my face is splotchy from crying.
Albert is leaning one hip against the counter, watching Edith cook when we enter.
Daddy pulls me closer to Albert, stands behind me, and puts his hands on my shoulders. “What do you need to say to Albert, Little one?”
I bite my lip and release it. “I’m sorry I went into the garage without telling you, sir. And I’m sorry I slammed the door.”
Albert smiles warmly. “Thank you, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about it.”
Daddy gives my shoulders a squeeze. “From now on, you may not go outside without one of us accompanying you.”
I squeeze my thighs together. “Yes, Sir.”
“And we don’t slam doors in this house, understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” It’s the first time I’ve called him Daddy in front of his staff.
“Now, I want you to go stand in the corner while Edith finishes dinner.” He turns me toward the corner and points in that direction.
“Why, Daddy?” I’m not sure it’s wise to ask, but I thought my spanking was my punishment.
He lifts my chin. “What did I say about squeezing your thighs together?”
My face heats to a new level. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You can stand in timeout and think about it. Legs wide, forehead to the wall.”
I shuffle toward the corner. Everyone is watching me. We’ve entered new territory. It’s one thing to be Little and submissive, which I’ve gradually done more and more in front of Albert and Edith, but I’ve never been punished.
Daddy guides me toward the corner with a hand on the small of my back. I think he’s doing this so everyone will see my red thighs. It’s humiliating, and apparently, I enjoy being humiliated.
If he hadn’t been with me every second, I would have changed my panties before we came downstairs. They’re soaked with my arousal and getting worse.
Daddy angles me so that my feet are wide, my toes against the adjoining walls, and my forehead pressed into the corner. “Clasp your hands behind your back, Natasha.”
I whimper as I do so. I feel so vulnerable again.
He sets a hand on my shoulder. “Good girl. This is how I want you to stand when you’re in timeout. Legs wide, nose to the corner, hands at your back. In the future, you will also hold your dress up. If you’ve been spanked, you will do this with your panties at your knees so everyone can see your naughty red bottom.”
My breath hitches. That’s yet another level. I might melt into the floor. The thought of holding my dress up is mortifying. The thought of doing so with my panties down is ten times worse. The thought of anyone witnessing my punishment is off the Richter scale.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Who’s in charge, Little one?”
“You are, Daddy.”
“Why are you standing in the corner?”
“Because I squeezed my legs together, Sir.”
“Why did you squeeze your thighs together, Natasha?”
I gasp, thinking, knowing the embarrassing answer. “To test you, Daddy.”
“Good girl. And how do you feel?”
“Aroused,” I murmur. I’m permanently aroused.
“How do you think you’ll feel the first time I expose your red bottom to others, Little one?”
“Aroused,” I whisper softly. Mortified.
His lips are on my ear when he says, “Me, too, Natasha. My cock is so fucking hard for you. That’s why we’re doing this. That’s why we’re such a good match. You need my dominance, and I need your submission.”
“Yes, Sir.” He’s right. He moves away, leaving me with my thoughts. This is so unconventional. So dirty. So depraved. And I love it. I love how alive I feel. My heart is racing. My tummy is in knots. My ass is on fire. My panties are soaked and getting worse.
Every time Daddy adds something new to our dynamic, my reaction goes up another notch. I crave this thing between us. It’s like a drug.
I’ve barely touched the surface of naughty behavior. Rushing out of the house without telling anyone, slamming the door, running up the stairs. Plus, I can add staying out past curfew, yelling at Daddy, being part of Simone’s shenanigans in Professor Arnalt’s office.
All of those things are minor. I’ve never been a rule-breaker in my life. I’m the good girl. The one who always helps out. The one who does all her homework and gets to work on time and studies hard.
I wonder if I’m going to shift gears a bit and add a naughty side to my life. Maybe I can get some tips from Simone. She’s much better at being naughty than me.
A timer goes off, and I jump in my spot before Daddy appears next to me, and I realize the timer was for me. “Your timeout is over, Little one. Let’s go to the dining room.”
I lower my hands and let him hold one as I back out of the corner. I pause and stare at the floor, wondering if I’m going to be spending much time there.
“What are you thinking, Natasha?”
“I’m wondering if I might wear a hole in the floor,” I admit.
He laughs. “Funny you should say that.” As he guides me to the dining room, he continues, “When we go to Surrender, you’ll probably meet Roman and Lucy. They’re the owners. They also own a bed and breakfast called Blossom Ridge. It’s a vacation spot strictly for age play. I haven’t been there because I haven’t had a Little girl of my own for a long time, but I’ve heard the Littles talking about it at Surrender. Apparently, there’s a worn spot in the corner of the kitchen where naughty Littles have stood in timeout for a century.”
I gasp as he pulls my chair out. “Surely that’s not true.”
“I believe it is. I’ll take you there one day, and we can find out for ourselves. Maybe we can go there for a graduation celebration.”
I smile. “That sounds like fun.” As soon as I sit on the chair, I wince. “Ouch.” When I glance at him, I remember to spread my knees and hook my ankles on the legs.
He chuckles as he pushes me in. Evil man.
After he takes his seat, he points toward a sippy cup in front of me. “Drink, Little one. You’ll need fluids after a spanking.”
The only time I’ve used a sippy cup was while studying at the kitchen table with Simone. Edith gave them to us, saying she didn’t want us to accidentally spill anything on our work or laptops.
But this is the dining room. I feel Littler as I reach for it.
“Two hands, Natasha,” Daddy admonishes. He has a thing for watching me drink with two hands. Every time I do it, I feel Littler, which he knows.
I down the entire sippy cup in minutes. It’s refreshing. I think it’s probably diluted apple juice. Why am I not surprised?
“Good girl.”
When Edith bustles in to fill Daddy’s cup with water, she silently takes my empty sippy cup and returns a minute later with a refill.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome, sweetie.”
As soon as she’s gone again, Daddy sets a hand on top of mine. “I had Edith prepare you a younger meal for tonight. It will help you stay in the Little headspace you’re in.”
I’m not sure what he means, but a moment later, Edith returns with two plates. She sets one in front of Daddy with what I think is roast and vegetables. The plate she sets in front of me is plastic and has compartments. It has apple sauce, mac and cheese, and chicken nuggets.
I giggle as she also sets down a chubby plastic spork. When I smile at her, she looks relieved. “Thank you, ma’am.”
She’s grinning as she returns to the kitchen.
Daddy reaches over and tucks my cloth napkin in the front of my dress. “How does the food look?”
“Delicious.” I haven’t had anything so simple since I moved in. I’m kind of excited. I can’t keep from laughing as I pick up the chubby spork and take a bite of the mac and cheese. “Mmm.” It’s so good. It’s not from a box. Edith would probably be horrified to prepare something from a box.
Somehow, I manage to eat, even though I’ve had a very crazy afternoon. The only thing propelling me to chew is the fact that this is comfort food, and I’m glad I’m able to swallow it.
Throughout the meal, Daddy dominates me in a hundred different ways. Sometimes, he just looks at me, and I know I need to adjust my legs or use both hands. He instructs me on how to hold my fork and tells me to chew my food better. He tells me to sit taller and stop fidgeting.
He repeats these things until I’m a ball of need, practically panting. It’s so hard to sit still, especially with my legs spread open, my panties wet, and my bottom burning. By the time we finish dinner, including ice cream, I’m so antsy I want to run from the room.
Daddy pushes my chair back and lifts me to set me on my feet. He tells Edith we’re going to retire for the evening and holds my hand as we climb the back stairs.
When we get to my room, he shuts and locks the door before leading me into the bathroom. He sits on the toilet and takes my hair down, running his fingers through it several times as it falls around my shoulders.
Daddy puts the stopper in the tub and turns on the water before he pulls me close, sets his hand on my neck, and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “Now I’m going to undress you and give you a bath.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper. I want him to do that. He’s never seen me naked. Except for my bottom earlier. I want his hands on me more than I want my next breath.
“Once we cross this line, there’s no going back. I’ll give you a bath every night from now on.”
I lick my lips as I start to tremble. “Always?”
“Every night, Little one. My hands will undress you and run over your body every night.”
I’m breathing heavily now. “I want that,” I tell him. “I want your hands on me.”
He slowly smiles. “You’re going to have my hands on you so often you won’t even be able to focus, Natasha. You’re going to feel like I’m touching you even when you’re at school and I’m at work. You’re going to feel my dominance all the time. My possessive instinct when it comes to you is off the chart. I own you, mind, body, and soul.”
He has said that many times. Maybe I should find it creepy or overwhelming. But I don’t. Whatever sickness he suffers that makes him like this with me, I’m afflicted by it, too. I want what he’s offering me. “Own me, Daddy.”
He growls as he pulls my dress over my head so quickly I don’t have time to blink. He fists it in his hand as he stares at me. I’m wearing nothing but panties, my lacy socks, and my shoes.
He doesn’t look away. His gaze lingers on my breasts and then moves down to my naughty Little girl panties and my even Littler socks. His voice is rough when he says, “Sit on the floor, Little one. Give Daddy your foot.”
I sit on my panties, wincing when my bottom touches the tile, and lift my feet one at a time so he can remove my shoes and socks. He takes my hand to help me stand afterward, then his fingers come to my panties, which he lowers down my body.
I grab his shoulders so I can step out of the wet cotton. My breath hitches, and I rise onto my toes when he smooths his hands up my legs, letting his thumbs stroke my pussy.
He doesn’t linger on my folds. He continues up my torso until he’s cupping my small breasts and flicking my nipples. This is the first time he’s touching me intimately, and I want to remember it always.
An animalistic growl escapes his lips right before he lifts me off my feet and lowers me into the water.
I squeal when my sore bottom hits the warm water. It stings.
Daddy cups my face and rubs my cheek as I get used to the water on my owie. “Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
There’s a little pink bucket in the corner of the tub that I’ve never seen before. He dumps the contents into the water, making me giggle. Bath toys. I pick up a whale, a turtle, and a crab and right them in the water before grabbing the little dolls who sit on their backs like floaties.
“They’re so cute, Daddy,” I say, distracting myself so I don’t have to think about the fact that he’s seeing me completely naked. I put one of the girls on top of the whale and watch her float.
“Tip your head back and close your eyes for me, Little one.” Daddy covers my eyes with one hand and dumps the bucket of water over my head.
When he starts shampooing my hair, I drop the toys, tip my head back, and keep my eyes closed. It feels so good. I want him to massage me forever.
Unfortunately, he only does so for a few minutes before rinsing my hair and applying conditioner.
I go back to playing with the toys while he covers a washcloth with liquid baby soap. He interrupts me to wash my arms one at a time before switching to my back and then my front. When he runs the cloth over my breasts, my breath hitches, and I tip my head back to look at him.
He lingers, stroking my nipples while he holds my gaze. “You are so precious.”
I can’t respond because I can’t focus on anything but how hard my nipples are and how badly I want him to touch my pussy. I spread my legs, encouraging him.
He switches to my feet and up my legs. Finally, he reaches between my legs. “Spread wider, Little one. Lean back a bit so Daddy can wash your bottom.”
I suck in a breath and grab the sides of the tub as he rubs my pussy. He lingers far longer than necessary until I’m a writhing ball of need about to slide under the water. When he shifts his attention farther back to my tight hole, I gasp. “Daddy…”
“Daddy will be intimately acquainted with this little rosette soon, Little one. Don’t fight it.” He drops the washcloth and presses a finger against the tight ring of nerves.
I clasp my knees together on his arm.
“Legs apart, Natasha,” he orders. “No part of you is off-limits to Daddy. Not even this naughty hole.”
I hold my breath, trying not to focus on his touch and failing miserably when he breaches the tight ring with his finger. I let out a whine. He hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, and his finger is inside my bottom.
“Good girl. Let it feel good. Let everything Daddy does to you feel good, Natasha.”
I don’t want it to feel good. I want him to pull his finger out of me, but I don’t dare move and make it worse. I decide to sit very still and will him to stop.
Instead, he presses his finger deeper. “So tight… Feel all those tiny nerve endings.”
I whimper and shake my head. It’s too naughty.
“Get out of your head, Little one. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying anal penetration. It’s perfectly normal.”
I shake my head again.
He chuckles. “So you don’t mind submitting to me as my Little girl, but a finger in your bottom is too much?”
I nod. “Please, Daddy…”
He ignores me and presses even deeper. “One day, you will crave this so much you will beg me to take your bottom with my cock.”
That seems ludicrous, but I don’t argue with him.
Finally, he pulls his finger out.
My pussy is throbbing and needy, but he doesn’t touch me there again. Instead, he pulls the plug for the tub, turns on the water, fills the bucket, and rinses my hair.
I’m shivering when he lifts me out and grabs a towel. I don’t move while he dries me, and I don’t complain when he stands me naked in front of the mirror while he combs my hair. He dries it next. All while I stare at my naked body.
When Daddy’s satisfied with how dry it is, he grabs my toothbrush and puts paste on it. “Open, Little one.”
Once again, I’m shocked. I shouldn’t be. Of course he’s going to brush my teeth for me.
What does surprise me is that after I rinse, he says, “Go potty and wash your hands while I get you a nightie.”
He doesn’t shut the door when he leaves, and I’m not about to do so myself. I don’t want to risk him coming back in and watching me pee. I won’t squander this small moment of privacy. I hurry over to the toilet, pee, wipe, flush, and wash my hands.
Daddy steps back in, holding a pale-blue nightie with princesses on the front. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms and let him lower it down my body.
After guiding me to my bed, he climbs up, sits against the headboard, and pats the spot next to him. “Grab your e-reader, Little one. I’ll read to you before lights out.”
I’m excited about this, so I hurry over and get my tablet from the desk. “What are you going to read me, Daddy?” I ask as I climb under the covers, snuggle up with the teddy bear, and lean my head against his thigh.
“What’s the next book you have to read for class?”
I look at him and scrunch up my nose. “You want to read Jane Eyre?”
“Sure. Is it downloaded on here already?”
“Yes.”
He finds it and starts reading. I close my eyes, sink against his warmth, and quickly fall asleep to the steady sound of his voice.