Chapter 21
Natasha
We went around and around about my outfit for tonight a few times. In the end, I’m wearing the same thing I’ve been wearing all day. I’m glad I won this battle because I feel comfortable in these clothes.
I know I present as more of a Middle, but that’s keeping me from running out the door. It’s my first visit to Surrender or to any kink club. I’m freaking out, and the last thing I need on my first trip is to draw attention to myself. I don’t want people looking at me.
I’m gripping Daddy’s hand so hard it must hurt as he checks us in at the front desk. He printed out my paperwork earlier in the day, scanned it, and sent it back so I wouldn’t have to stand in the reception area longer than necessary.
The woman who greets us is cheerful and introduces herself as Cindy. “Master Roman said to let him know when you arrived. I’ll pop him a text. He’s upstairs in his office.”
“Thank you,” Daddy says to her as he extricates his hand from mine and wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to his side. He kisses my temple. “Deep breaths, Little one.”
I try to breathe, but I’m in a panic. I don’t know what to expect. This is a BDSM club. There will be really kinky things happening inside. I know this because Daddy explained it to me over dinner, so I wouldn’t be shocked.
People will be in all stages of undress. There will be males and females, Doms and subs. Some will have collars. Some will be wearing leather. Some will crawl on their hands and knees. He told me about spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, and suspension play. He taught me about floggers, whips, crops, and so many other things that my head is full.
The door leading to the club opens and a tall man with thick brown hair wearing a suit steps out. He smiles and holds out a hand to Daddy. “Jameson, good to see you.” Turning his attention to me, he says, “You must be Natasha.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, clinging to Daddy.
“My name is Master Roman. I’m the owner of Surrender. I told Lucy, my Little, you would be coming tonight. She’s in the playroom. How about I take you there, and you can get to know some of the other Littles?”
I nod. My heart is racing, though.
When Master Roman opens the door he just came through and holds it wider, I panic. It’s dark in there.
Daddy bends down and picks me up, settling me on his hip to carry me into the club. While it makes me feel silly, I’m grateful. Once we’re in the main room, my eyes go wide. Even though Daddy told me what to expect, there was no way for me to grasp the enormity of it until now.
The room is large and crowded. It’s black with dim lighting. All kinds of people are playing on a variety of apparatus all over the room.
We pass through the room on one side and enter a hallway. That’s when I take a breath. A few moments later, we come to what must be the playroom. It’s filled with Littles. There are toys, dolls, games, art tables, beanbag chairs, and building blocks. The room itself is painted to look like an outdoor playground. The walls are sky blue with clouds on them. The carpet is green, like grass. The half wall we’re standing next to is really a fence. It’s a Little’s heaven.
A bubbly woman with dirty brown curls breaks apart from a group of Littles and skips toward us. She grabs Master Roman’s hand when she arrives. She’s wearing a pink dress with smocking across the chest. It barely reaches past her bottom like most of mine. Her socks are white with ruffles, her hair is in pigtails, and her shoes are pink flats.
Master Roman pulls her in front of him. “Lucy, this is Natasha. She’s new here. Would you mind showing her around?”
“Of course, Daddy.”
Mr. Hoffman lowers me to my feet. “I’ll be right here. Go play. Make new friends.” He pats my bottom.
I step around the entrance to the room. Daddy can watch me from the hallway. I look back at him. “You won’t move?”
“No, Little one. I’m rooted to this spot. Don’t you worry.”
Lucy takes my hand and lures me deeper into the room. “It’s so fun here. You’re going to love it.” She walks around the three sides, pointing out everything before stopping at a craft table. “Do you want to color? We can talk while we work on a masterpiece.”
I nod and take a seat next to her.
She pulls over a stack of coloring books. “Choose a picture and tear it out.”
I’m trembling as I open one of the color-by-number books.
“How long have you known that you’re Little?” she asks.
“Um, about a month, I guess. Maybe I just didn’t realize it before.”
She giggles. “That happens to a lot of us. I didn’t know I was Little until Roman took over my life and steered me in that direction.”
I smile at her. “That’s basically what happened.”
“These Daddy Doms are pushy like that. How did you meet Jameson?”
“I’m a student at the university, and I lost my apartment. One of my professors asked Mr. Hoffman if he would sponsor me. I think he claimed me the moment I walked into his house.”
She’s chuckling. “I get that. Master Roman did the same to me. He was a bit underhanded about it because he saw me here at the club. I had a free pass for five visits. He wanted me, so he manipulated me into being his. Moved me into his house and everything. I was working for him until I found out that it had really been a ruse to get me under his control.”
I stare at her with wide eyes. “I’m so glad it’s not just me. I don’t even know myself since I moved in with Mr. Hoffman.”
“That can happen. It’s so fast. Your life flips upside down, and suddenly, you’re someone else.”
“Exactly. It’s awesome, but it’s also scary.”
“Your Daddy is friends with Camden Arnalt, right? Is he your professor?”
“Yes.” I remember she knows them because they’re members of this club. Duh . “Do you know my friend Simone, too?”
“Yes. She comes here sometimes. She’s fun. She doesn’t have a Daddy, does she?”
“No, but not for lack of trying.” I giggle. “She has her eye on a particular Daddy. Maybe one day, he’ll return her affection.”
“Oh, I know who she has her eyes on. I wasn’t sure if you knew,” Lucy says.
I can’t stop giggling. “She’s not very secretive about it. She flirts with him mercilessly at school.”
“Maybe after she graduates, he’ll be open to considering the idea,” Lucy suggests.
“That’s my hope.” It’s funny that we don’t speak Professor Arnalt’s name out loud. It feels like we might jinx it if we do.
I glance at Daddy. He’s talking to Master Roman and… Yikes. Professor Arnalt is with him, too.
“Speak of the devil,” Lucy whispers.
I jerk my attention to my picture and choose a blue to color in all the number fours, which appear to be the sky. I don’t really want to talk to Professor Arnalt here at the club. He’s my teacher. I feel awkward.
“Daddy tells me you own a bed and breakfast called Blossom Ridge,” I say to change the subject.
“We do. It’s so fun. You should come and stay for a few days. Our only guests are Littles and caregivers. We’ll have a blast.”
“Is it true there’s a worn spot on the hardwood floor from years of naughty Littles in timeout?” I feel silly as soon as I blurt out the question, but Lucy nods.
“It’s true. When I first saw it, I was intimidated. Everyone is the first time they visit. It gets a lot of use.”
“Daddy only spanked me for the first time yesterday. He put me in my first timeout, too. It was surreal.” I look around. “This entire world is surreal.”
She sets a hand on top of mine. “You’ll get used to it. And the best thing is you can come here wearing anything you want. No one will judge you. I’ll warn you, a lot of Littles will get spanked here tonight. They do every time they come, especially the ones who don’t have a Daddy. They get their spanking fix by setting up a scene with one of the Doms.”
“Do all Littles like to be spanked?”
“For many Littles, it’s the most important part of age play. Not all. Some don’t like impact play, but the majority crave it.”
I squirm in my seat. “I think I might like it.”
“After a few times, you’ll know for sure.” Lucy grabs another crayon and continues her picture.
I take a glance at Daddy again. He’s still talking to Professor Arnalt, but he catches me looking and waves me over. Darn.
I want to tell him no , but no isn’t a word in Daddy’s vocabulary, so I sigh and slowly stand. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Lucy.
Instead of going out of the daycare, I come to the fence, leaving a barrier between us.
Daddy reaches over and cups my cheek. “Does it make you uncomfortable that Camden is here?”
I nod, my cheeks heating.
Daddy leans in closer. “It’s important for you to understand that clubs like this have a strict policy about engagement with members outside the club. What I mean is, no matter who you see in the club, you must never speak about it outside. If you see a member somewhere else in vanilla society, you pretend you’ve never seen them before unless you have specifically discussed it with them. Camden will never mention knowing about your Little side to a living soul outside these doors. And likewise, you will not speak of seeing him here either. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“He will not judge you. You will not judge him.”
“What if Simone asks me if I saw him?”
Professor Arnalt chuckles. “I’m sure she will ask you the first chance she gets, Little one. That’s different. Simone knows I’m a member. Telling her you saw me doesn’t break any rules. If you saw me doing a scene with another member, it would probably be best to keep that to yourself. But it won’t happen, so you’re safe.”
“Oh.” Why not? Why wouldn’t he do a scene with someone while he’s here? I don’t ask.
Daddy changes the subject. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll let you get back to your picture. I can’t wait to see it.” He kisses my forehead and lets me go.
I hurry back to Lucy, anxious to get away from Professor Arnalt. The confrontation wasn’t awful, but I still feel weird about it.
I shake it off so I can have fun with Lucy and meet some more people. It’s fascinating how many people are Little. I had no idea. And they come in every size, shape, gender, and race. They have different styles and prefer different age ranges. As the night goes on, I feel oddly at home.