“I’m glad you had a good time tonight. I know it was scary at first.”
“I was being silly,” Elizabeth assured Talon as they walked up the stairs to her apartment.
“Feelings are never silly,” he said with a meaningful look. “It’s okay to be scared in new places with lots of new people. The compound can be overwhelming with all the members and guests.”
“Do you like living in a house all by yourself?” she asked. “Doesn’t it get lonely after being around all the Guardians? You work there, too, right?”
“Let me answer the second question first. I do work at the cycle shop. I rebuild engines. Does it bother you being a Little girl for a blue-collar man?”
“I hadn’t ever thought about it. What you do is much less important than what you are. I was married to a businessman and that didn’t work out well for me,” she shared.
“I want you to make sure you’re running to me and not away from anyone like your ex-husband,” Talon stressed.
“When I first met you, something clicked inside me. You felt righter than any man has ever seemed to me. I really didn’t plan to date again. Then I ran into you.”
“Good. I felt the exact same way. I don’t ever plan on letting you get away.”
That statement could have been threatening, but it wasn’t. Warmth flared inside her chest as her feelings solidified.
“For your first question, my house is lonely. I enjoy spending time there, but I’m not there very much. It’s outside of town. There’s a big meadow behind my house. All sorts of wildlife gather there. It’s calm and peaceful.”
“Sounds beautiful.”
“It is. Would you like to come visit tomorrow? You could bring Puff and Borscht to spend the night.”
“I’ll have to talk to my stuffies, but I think I’d like that. I have to work on Monday,” she warned.
“Me, too. We’ll set an alarm so you’ll have time for breakfast before we both have to leave.” Talon plucked her keys from her hand as they approached the door.
“It’s a big step,” she suggested as he unlocked her door.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” he said, ushering her inside and closing the door.
Pulling Talon to the couch, Elizabeth waited for him to sit down before taking a seat on his lap. All the Littles had sat with their Daddies during dinner. It seemed perfectly normal now.
“I really feel like I got to know you better tonight. It was fun just hanging out,” she shared.
“I’m glad. The Guardians are important to me.”
“I can tell. They’re like a big family. They just wear a lot more leather than the average family,” she suggested, trying to look serious.
“You!” Talon pulled her forward to give her a giant bear hug.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Feeling nervous, Elizabeth traced the tattoos on his forearm to give herself something to do. Gathering her courage, she whispered, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
She peeked up at Talon’s face and then focused back on his powerful chest. “The Littles said there are punishment spankings and good girl spankings. And that I should ask for a good girl spanking so I wasn’t scared,” she blurted.
He lifted her chin until their gazes met. “You can talk to me about anything, Buttercup. And they’re right. There are different kinds of spankings. Are you worried about getting spanked?”
She nodded.
“Then I think a good girl spanking is a very wise move. Stand up, Elizabeth,” he encouraged and helped her slide off his lap to stand in front of him.
Talon unfasted her jeans as Elizabeth did her best to stand still. It was so hard when the fear of the unknown rattled her. He pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees and she felt her face flame.
“Over my lap,” he said gently.
Reassured by his tone, she allowed him to help her into position. She reached for the floor and discovered he held her dangling without the ability to brace herself with her toes or fingertips. Elizabeth jumped when his warm hand smoothed over her bare bottom.
“Such a beautiful baby.”
“I’m not really a baby.”
“Shhh,” he said, reassuringly. “I’m attracted to your grown body as well as your Little spirit. Let me take care of you. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Pickled beets,” she recited.
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
Tentatively, she relaxed her tensed muscles to move her legs apart just a small distance.
“More, Little girl. More.”
Glad her face was hidden, Elizabeth couldn’t imagine how much he could see. She felt her arousal growing. Being exposed to his gaze was tantalizing.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised and lifted his caressing hand from her skin.
She straightened her body as he landed the first swat on her bottom. The sting filled her mind, erasing everything else from her brain. She dropped back into position as a second and a third followed in rapid succession before his hand smoothed over her flesh. This time his flesh didn’t feel as warm, and she knew the heat was building on her skin.
His touch moved lower over her upper thighs and across the exposed seam of her pussy. Instantly, the warmth radiating through her skin radiated to her intimate spaces. She squeezed her thighs together and yelped when a firmer spank landed.
“Thighs apart, Little girl.”
Nodding quickly, she shifted back into position. Talon caressed her lightly again and she tried so hard to stay still. It was hard as she felt his touch now trailing her juices over her skin.
“I think my Little girl likes her spanking,” Talon murmured softly.
Before she could react, he slapped her bottom several times without pause. Elizabeth bit her lip, trying not to cry out as heat built. Unable to squeeze her thighs together, she couldn’t do anything to ease the arousal building inside her.
“Let me hear your sounds, Buttercup,” he urged when he stopped to smooth over her skin again. This time, he dipped his fingertips into her pink folds. She shivered in reaction to the touch that was amazing but not enough.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Don’t rush Daddy.”
Several spanks later, he returned to play between her thighs. He dipped a finger into her wet opening. Zings of pleasure built inside her.
“Breathe, Little girl.”
She sucked in a desperate breath, unaware that she had been holding hers.
“Good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
He shifted his fingers to brush over that small bundle of nerves at the top of her channel and circled it with a feather-light touch. When she pulled her legs together, he lifted his hand.
“Legs, Elizabeth. I can see I’m going to need some restraints for my Little girl,” he said, without a hint that this was beyond the normal status for a couple.
Elizabeth squeezed her eyes together at the thought of being unable to move, being totally at his mercy. She forced herself to spread her legs and crossed her fingers, hoping he would follow through.
“Hmm, I think my Little girl likes the thought of being bound. I like that image, too, Buttercup,” he growled.
He lifted his hand from her, drawing an automatic “No!” from her lips. His low chuckle did things to her. She felt his hand brush the side of her hip, tugging at something.
“Oh!” Elizabeth squirmed as she understood his movement. Talon was as turned on as she was. He’d needed to adjust himself inside his tight jeans. Her attention now focused on his body against her. She could feel his thick shaft pressing against her body.
He spanked her again until the heat in her punished skin seemed to radiate. Again, he paused to caress her intimately. Gasping, she held onto his muscular calf as the pain and pleasure blended together.
Suddenly, it was all too much. Pleasure exploded within her. Elizabeth jerked as waves of sensation flooded her body. His touch gentled against her, and she felt his fingers leave her intimate folds, trailing wetness against her skin.
Talon gathered her into his arms and lifted her effortlessly to sit on his lap. She gasped as her punished bottom touched his denim-clad thigh. Boneless, she rested against his broad chest and tried to gather herself as his hands slid over her back and arms.
“You are so responsive, Little girl. I’m very pleased with you.”
“I’ve never felt like that,” she whispered, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his T-shirt to hold onto him.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” he probed. She could hear the concern in his voice.
She peeked up at him. “Yes. But…”
“Only by yourself?” he suggested.
“Yes.”
“Then the previous men you have been with are idiots,” he told her bluntly.
“Maybe? I always thought it was me,” she admitted.
“It’s not you, Buttercup. You respond perfectly to my touch.”
“Maybe you’re just magic?” she suggested.
He chuckled, jostling her slightly. Talon grinned and smoothed his hands over her back and over her bare thigh. “You just remember that.”
She nodded and laid her head back against his chest. “That spanking wasn’t too bad.”
“That spanking wasn’t supposed to be. This was a good-girl spanking. You won’t enjoy a bad-girl spanking. Bad Little girls don’t get rewarded.”
“You mean, no orgasm?” She struggled to understand.
“Exactly. Your bottom will be redder as well.”
“I think I want to avoid those spankings.”
“Definitely.”
Silence fell between them as he rocked her on his lap. He smoothed the hair from her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Her yawn broke the silence.
“Time for bed, Little girl.”
Talon stood with her cradled in his arms and walked to her bedroom. There he set her on her comforter and smiled when she gasped at the feel of her hot bottom against the cool material. He efficiently stripped off her shoes and socks before tugging her clothes over her bare feet.
“Arms up,” he directed.
Slowly, Elizabeth raised her arms. He pulled her T-shirt off and released the back of her bra.
As he slid the straps over her shoulders, he directed, “Little girls don’t wear bras at home. It’s not necessary.”
“I always wear a bra,” she said urgently as she tried to resist the urge to cover herself as he set the garments aside.
“Not with Daddy at home.” Talon laid down the law. “You’ll be more comfortable. A Little doesn’t need to hide her body. Where’s your nightgown, Buttercup?”
“It’s under my pillow,” she said, pointing at the pillow on the left of the double bed. Elizabeth wasn’t quite sure about not wearing a bra, but she wasn’t going to argue about it now.
Retrieving the nightshirt, Talon lowered it over her head and helped her thread her hands through the arm holes. “I love the fierce dragons decorating your shirt.”
“I know. They’re so cute. They look just like Puff.” Elizabeth traced one of the cartoon dragons with a fingertip before looking up at him to ask, “I wonder if they make them with bears like Borscht?”
“We’ll have to look. Later. Time to potty.”
He lifted her off the bed and set her on the carpet. “You go while I clean up everything here.”
Embarrassed, she walked quickly to the bathroom. When she flushed the toilet, she heard “Wash your hands” and realized she’d almost forgotten.
Quickly, she washed her hands. Talon walked in as she dried them on a towel. It seemed so intimate to be in the small bathroom together.
“Do you have a washcloth?”
“Of course!” She scrambled to find him one and handed a blue one over.
“Perfect.”
He ran the water until it was warm and then wet part of the small piece of fabric. “Come here, Buttercup,” Talon directed, pointing to the large tile on the floor in front of him.
When she took her place, he washed and dried her face with the soft cloth. Throwing the damp cloth over his shoulder, he took Elizabeth’s hand and led her to the bedroom.
“Lean over the bed,“ he directed, pointing at the freshly turned-down covers.
“Am I getting another spanking?” she asked, hesitating.
“No, Buttercup. No punishments if you follow my directions. Prop your elbows on the bed.”
She bent over slowly, looking over her shoulder at him. As she moved into position, he grabbed the damp cloth. Puzzled, she waited.
“Hold still.”
Talon lifted her nightgown to place a hand on the small of her back, holding her in place. He gently wiped her inner thighs and intimate folds, removing the last traces of her juices from her skin. She buried her face in her comforter.
“Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup.” He finished by spreading her buttocks and brushing the terrycloth fabric between them.
“Talon!” she protested, trying to roll over as he paid attention to the small entrance hidden there.
“Daddy’s in charge.” He held her firmly in place as he finished. “I’ll bring a thermometer over here to leave in your nightstand in case we’re here in the evening.”
“What? I have one of those things you press to your forehead,” she rushed to assure him, not quite sure what he was saying. “But I’m not sick.”
“I’m glad, Little girl. I’ll make sure you stay that way.”
Releasing her bottom, he patted her fondly as he released his hold pinning her in place. “Little girls always have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. It’s more accurate. Besides, you need to get used to having things inserted here.”
“Talon. Wait just a minute…” she began, turning over to look at him.
“Daddy is in charge. You don’t think every one of those Littles you played with today receives attention to their bottoms frequently?”
She stared at him, unaware that her lower jaw had dropped in shock. He cupped her chin and lifted it back into place. “Daddies take care of their Littles completely, Buttercup. Give me a kiss. It’s time for you to go to sleep. I’ll lock the door as I leave.”
“Borscht!” The pink bear popped into her mind.
“I’ll go get him.”
Talon was back in a couple of seconds. He tucked Borscht under the covers with Puff and Elizabeth. “Sleep, Little one. I’ll come get you for breakfast at nine.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He leaned close to give her a kiss that wiped everything out of her mind and made her wiggle in her toasty lair. “Night, Buttercup.”
“Night, Daddy.”