Foster
I sense Amelia approaching me before I lift my head. I need another moment before I meet her gaze. A moment in which I’m praying she doesn’t tell me this isn’t going to work.
I’ve known her two days and already I know it would break me if she ended things. It’s ridiculous, and I’m furious with myself for letting another woman burrow her way into my heart. I didn’t see it coming. It just happened. And it’s too late.
“Hey,” she whispers as soon as she reaches me.
I’m sitting low on the end of one of the lounge chairs, so this is a rare moment when Amelia is actually looking down at me and I have to lift my gaze to look up at her.
She looks nervous.
I feel nervous.
She wrings her hands. “So, I was talking to Leah, and she suggested I make a specific agreement with you to submit to you for two days so I can see how it feels.”
My eyes bug out. Have I heard her correctly?
Amelia licks her lips. “I don’t want you to get between me and my job when I’m working, though. That’s a hard line. Especially when we have guests.”
I reach for her hands and grasp them. “Thank you.”
“You should probably thank Leah for talking me off the ledge,” she jokes.
“I’ll do that.” I give her a lopsided grin. “Do you consider Roman, Lucy, Evelyn, and Colton guests?”
She chews on her bottom lip. I know she’s thinking.
I elaborate. “Let me rephrase that. For the next few days, there will be eight people here. Three extremely dominant Daddies will be with their Littles. Do you plan to join the girls in their Little space while they’re here?”
She stares at me. “Uhhh…”
“I think it would be fun for you. Let it all go. Play with the others. Enjoy a few days seeing things through their eyes. Let me hold the reins while they’re here.”
She glances over her shoulder toward the kitchen. “It’s still my job to cook and make sure everyone is fed and the kitchen is clean.”
“Maybe just this once you could let me help?”
“And you think you’ll be able to step back and let me do my job without interruption next week when we open to actual guests?”
I draw a cross over my heart. “Promise. Let’s see how things go for the next two days and renegotiate over the weekend.”
She shifts her weight back and forth adorably. Instead of making a decision, she asks me another question. “Did you feel like spanking me this morning?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate.
She flushes. “Could I maybe negotiate a deal here?”
I reach up and cup her face. “You can negotiate any deal you want, sweet girl. You hold all the power. You know that, right? I can’t be a Daddy to you without your permission. That’s the only way it works.”
“Right.” She nods, fidgeting again. “It’s been a long time since anyone spanked me. I mean really spanked me. Hard. Like hard enough to make me cry. I’m super stressed out. Everything is happening so fast. And I could really use the release.”
I’m stunned by her request. Stunned enough I haven’t responded before she continues, rambling faster.
“I don’t mean like for punishment. I mean just a hard, long spanking that leaves my butt red and bruised. It helps me clear my mind and recenter myself. If that makes any sense. If not—”
I cut her off with a finger on her lips. “It makes perfect sense, sweet girl.”
She licks her full lips again. “If you’d do that for me, I’ll submit to you for the next two days as your Little girl without argument.”
My chest tightens. Damn, she’s precious. Her eyes are so wide. This means a lot to her. It’s not something she takes lightly. “How many times have you done this in the past?” I need more details.
“A few times. At Surrender. With a Dom I trusted. It’s been a long time though.”
“And you want me to do that now?”
She swallows. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Before we go into town? You’re going to end up riding on a very sore bottom.”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Okay.” I pull her closer, parting my knees so she’s fully in my space. “I’ll give you the release you need, sweet girl. I don’t need you to give me anything in return. It would be my pleasure. If you need a good hard spanking to help you center, it’s yours. You don’t have to bargain with it. You don’t have to do it in exchange for submitting to me afterward. I only want you to submit to me if it’s something you really want. Not out of obligation from an imbalanced give and take.” I run my hand up her back.
She shakes her head. “It’s not. I mean, I don’t feel obligated to submit to you, Sir. I want to.”
“You’re sure?” I ease my hand up into her messy ponytail.
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Okay. Let’s go back to my cabin then. Are Craig and Leah expecting lunch?”
“No. They’ll manage on their own. They know we’re going into town.”
“Good. I don’t want to feel rushed. If I’m going to spank you, I want to take my time and make sure you get what you need. We’ll go into town after and get lunch while we’re there.”
“Thank you.”
I stand and slip my hand around hers to guide her toward my cabin.
She’s silent next to me as we walk, gripping my arm with her other hand while she moves so close to me it feels like she’s holding on for dear life.
When we step into my cabin, she’s trembling. I guide her to the sofa where I sit on the center cushion and bring her between my legs again. “You sure about this? You’re very quiet and anxious.”
“I’m sure.”
“And you want me to lay you over my lap? You said you’ve never been in that position before.” I keep my hands on her hips, holding her close. She smells so good, like her shampoo or maybe her body soap. I inhaled that scent all night and loved it.
“Yes, Sir. I’d like that.” She shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
“Okay. I’ll want to spank your bare bottom, sweet girl, so I can see what I’m doing.”
She nods.
I search her gaze, making certain this is something she really wants. I don’t see any hesitation. Not about the spanking anyway.
“Will my palm be sufficient?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to hold you for a long time when I’m done. You won’t argue with me on that, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She shudders.
“Do you want to orgasm from this spanking?” She told me she hasn’t equated spanking with sex before, but she’s never been spanked by me.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Okay, we’ll play it by ear.” I smile and draw her closer, bring her lips to mine for a gentle kiss. “You’re the sweetest Little girl I’ve ever met, and I would do anything for you. If at any point you need me to stop, you say red and it’s over. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.” She’s still not hesitating. She wants this. I’m honored she has asked me.
“May I take your clothes off, Amelia?”
She swallows and nods.
“Words, sweet girl.”
“Yes, you may take my clothes off, Sir.”
“Good girl.” I slide my arms down to the hem of her dress and lift it over her head. As I toss it to the side on the couch, I see she’s wearing a matching bra and thong. White lace. So fucking sexy against her pale skin.
I can’t help but trail my finger along the upper swell of her small breasts, making her breath hitch delightfully before I ease my hands around behind her and unclasp the bra.
She shivers as I lower the straps down her arms to reveal her pert breasts and rose-colored nipples. They’re hard points, and she’s swaying a little as I watch her chest rise and fall.
I want to touch them, taste them, pinch them, but that’s not what we’re here for, so I refrain. Instead, I lean down and remove her sandals while she sets her hands on my shoulders.
The only thing left is her thong. I could leave it on, but I don’t want it to be in the way if I decide to finger her to orgasm after I spank her. So, I ease the dainty lace over her hips and down her legs.
I got a fairly decent look at her sweet body this morning, but it’s even better now. She’s completely naked before me, her pink pussy so smooth and bare. “Spread your legs a few inches for me, sweet girl.”
She steps out with one foot, her hands still on my shoulders. She’s unsteady and I haven’t done anything yet.
I let my gaze roam up her body until I meet her eyes. “Are you wet, Amelia?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is hoarse.
“In the past, you haven’t mixed sex with your spankings. This is going to be different for you.”
She nods.
“You might find yourself going a different direction than what you’re used to. That’s okay. If you find you need to come, you tell me and you wait for permission.”
Her breath hitches.
I lift my brows. “You heard me?”
“I… What if I can’t tell you?”
“You will. I’ll check with you frequently also.”
She shivers. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s different.”
“That’s because I’m not a random Dom at a club you booked a spanking with. I’m the man you slept with last night. The Daddy who sucked your clit this morning.”
Her cheeks pinken.
I guide her to one side of me and lift her so I can position her over my lap. I scoot back so she can rest her head on her arms against the cushions. “Arms above your head, Amelia. Fold them so you can make a pillow for your cheek. Face me.”
She obeys me, but she’s trembling. Her fantastic breasts hang over the edge of my thigh. God, I want to play with them. Later.
I pull her legs up so they too rest on the cushion, but then I reach between her knees and part them. “Keep your thighs parted, sweet girl. Don’t rub them together.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I want to reach between her legs and find out how wet she is, but I still don’t. I can touch her in a while. Now isn’t the right time. Instead, I palm her bottom and squeeze her cheeks one at a time to warm them up.
“Try not to lie so stiffly, Amelia. You’ll be sore.”
“Okay.” She seems to put some effort into relaxing but doesn’t manage to loosen her muscles very much.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
This may very well be the most important spanking I give in my life. The first one with this woman I hope will agree to be mine forever. A spanking she desperately craves so she can release all the pent-up stress I’ve caused.
It’s only fitting I should bear the responsibility of spanking this sweet girl since I’m the one who caused her undue stress. Though there certainly wouldn’t be some other Dom spanking her. Not again in this lifetime if I have my way.
I start gently, small swats to first one cheek and then the other. I keep it light, watching her face as I do so.
She has her eyes closed, but she’s relaxing more into my thighs with every swat. Her lips part, and fuck me but she purrs.
I keep my free hand on her lower back and shift my attention to her soft bottom as I increase the pressure, covering every inch of her butt and her upper thighs.
After several minutes of warming her up, I rub her heated cheeks and stroke the hair from her forehead. “How’re you doing, sweet girl?”
“So good.”
“You can take more?”
“Lots more.”
I chuckle. “Okay, I’m going to keep going then.” I swat her again and again until my palm is stinging. Nothing would stop me though. Nothing short of her using her safeword. Otherwise, I’m in this for as long as she needs me.
When she winces, I slow just a bit and check on her. “Amelia?”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
I keep going, shocked a moment later when she stiffens and lifts her head. “I’m going to come, Foster.”
I flatten my palm on her bottom, easing the sting, wanting her to come back into her body a bit. I can let her come, but I’d rather she be aware of it. “Take a breath, sweet girl.”
She drags in oxygen, but she’s trembling and stiff. “Please. Oh, God. Please touch me.”
I won’t deny her. This isn’t a punishment spanking. It’s meant for her pleasure, so she should get whatever pleasure she needs. I slide my hand between her legs and drag my fingers through her folds. Damn, she’s wet.
Flattening my palm over her pussy, I thrust two fingers into her, reminding myself how tight she is.
She lifts her head, arching her spine. “Oh, God…” The words are breathy and her legs are shaking. “Foster,” she begs.
I find her clit and rub it hard, still thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
Suddenly, she goes completely rigid and cries out, an unintelligible sound that releases at the same time her pussy grips my fingers, milking them. I keep thrusting while she rides the waves of her release, easing up as her body relaxes.
She’s stunning. The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching orgasm. I want to own all her orgasms. I’m feeling a possessiveness beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
She’s panting as I slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth to suck her juices from each one. When I finish, she’s watching me, her head resting to the side again.
“Do you need more, sweet girl?” I’m not sure about her headspace now that she’s reached orgasm.
“Yes. Please, Sir. I just…needed to come. Will you keep spanking me now?”
“Of course.” I hold her steady again and swat her hard, not giving her any warmup slaps.
She moans, her butt cheeks clenching. “Yes,” she hisses.
I smile as I continue, swatting both cheeks back and forth with no rhyme or reason so she can’t expect where each strike will land.
Her body seems to relax and accept the impact. Her bottom is so red and hot now. I know it will bruise, but that’s what she wants. Her face is peaceful as I continue, but she winces when I switch to her thighs.
I keep a close eye, glancing back and forth between what I’m doing and her face, watching for any sign of duress. All I see is bliss mixed with the occasional wince. From what she’s described, that’s what she likes.
My palm is on fire, but I keep going until her body goes lax and tears start to fall down her cheeks. We’re nearing the end. I watch even closer as I strike her in every spot one more time. She’s red, swollen, and hot.
Her face is streaked with tears, and the instant she lets out a sob, I stop and flatten my palm on her heated skin.
She sobs again, dragging in a breath and releasing it filled with tears and gasps.
I stroke her hair as I rub her bottom. “That’s a good girl. Let it all out.”
She cries harder while I continue to soothe her. I’m glad we discussed this or I would’ve been worried.
After a few minutes, I decide to lift her up and cradle her in my arms. She keeps crying as I tuck her against my chest, careful to keep her raw bottom exposed between my thighs.
I reach for the tissue box on the end table and tug out three of them before using them to wipe her cheeks.
She cries for a while before settling into sniffling whimpers as she tries to worm herself closer to me. Her arm comes up around my neck and she holds on to me as if she might die if she were to let go.
I rock her back and forth, and when she shivers, I drag the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around her. I wish we were in the recliner so I could rock her.
Eventually, she hiccups as the last of her stress leaves her body, and she snuggles in closer—as if that were possible—and falls asleep.
I don’t mind. I love holding this precious bundle in my arms. I would gladly hold her for hours if she needed me to.
She only naps for about twenty minutes though, and then she tips her head back to look at me, an embarrassed smile on her face.
“Thank you for sharing that with me, sweet girl. You’re an amazing woman. I’m humbled you trusted me to take care of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Let’s get you some water. Hold on to Daddy’s neck, okay?”
She holds me tight as I stand and pad over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I twist off the top next to her hip and bring it to her lips. “Drink for me, sweet girl.”
She takes a sip and then starts swallowing it faster as I kiss her forehead.
I consider running her a bath to soothe her skin and wash away her tears but then change my mind. I have a better idea. I bundle her up and lower her onto one end of the sofa. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I jog into my room, grab my swim trunks from a drawer, strip out of my clothes, and shrug into the shorts. After glancing around, I pull the top sheet off my bed and fold it in half.
When I return, Amelia is looking at me with wide eyes. “We’re going swimming?”
I remove the blanket from around her, lift her into my arms, and wrap the sheet over her instead. “Yep.”
“But I need a suit.”
“Nope. I’ll keep you covered in the sheet. Dragging a suit over your bottom would feel like sandpaper.”
“Oh.” She holds me around the neck again as I carry her from the cabin and down the short path toward the pool.
I probably wouldn’t make this choice if there were other guests who might see her naked or witness her tear-stained cheeks, but no one is here except Leah and Craig. I’m confident if they spot us in the pool they’ll discreetly disappear. They understand the precarious relationship the two of us are embarking on.