Amelia
“Welcome to my cotton-candy room,” Leah declares as we step into her private space.
I chuckle. “I guess if a room is going to have a name, that name is perfect.” The room is all pink. The twin bed, canopy, curtains, pillows, beanbag chair, and rug are all ruffly pink.
“Daddy calls it that. He’s silly.”
I shuffle in farther. “Do you sleep in here?” I have a lot of questions.
“Only for naps. I sleep with Daddy in his bed at night.” She points to the door that leads to an adjoining room. It’s standing open, so I can see inside the masculine room with the king-sized bed.
If, and it’s still a big if, I were to really commit to a relationship with Foster, I’d want to sleep with him for sure. He’s so warm and cuddly in bed. I’d feel lonely and cold if he wanted me to sleep in another room.
I think about the empty room across from his and wonder what he intended for it originally. Maybe he’s thinking about making it my space now. Or maybe it hasn’t crossed his mind. I’m all moved into my own cabin. I expected to live there in my own space. Would he expect me to give that up and move in with him?
“Do you want to sit on my beanbag chair? It’s big enough for both of us.” She fluffs out one end and then faces me and lets herself fall backward until she lands on the soft material. She winces at the last second and rolls to one side to rub her butt. “Oops. I forgot that would hurt.”
I smile as I approach. “I’m not even sure I could sit down gingerly, to be honest,” I admit.
She tips her head back. “Ah. Did you get your bottom paddled too?”
I lower onto the other end of the beanbag carefully. “Spanked. But hard.”
“My Daddy used to spank me, but now he has this evil paddle. He spanks me still for fun or a release or what he calls a ‘maintenance’ spanking, but when I’m in trouble, it’s the paddle.”
I shudder. I have a lot to learn if I’m going to play in this world. “I can’t picture you getting into trouble.”
Leah scrunches up her face. “I didn’t used to get into trouble. I was always good. But Daddy is teaching me it’s okay to be naughty sometimes. Of course, he also uses that paddle on my bottom.” She shrugs as if being naughty is an unavoidable part of life. She’s probably right. “Were you naughty this morning?”
I shake my head. “No. I just…like to be spanked sometimes.”
Her eyes widen. “I totally get that. You know me from Surrender. Even before I started down this age play path, I liked to be regularly spanked. I felt like it sort of absolved me of any mean or bad thoughts or something.”
“That makes sense.”
“Does it? I thought I was weird.”
“Nope. I never thought of it that way, but I probably do the same thing. It’s cleansing somehow.”
“I hate timeouts more than the paddle though. That’s the real punishment. Being ignored and forced to stand in the corner makes me sad.”
“I can’t imagine. I’ve never experienced that. I don’t remember being put into timeout even when I was a child, but the worn part of the floor in the kitchen is eerie.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Leah chuckles. “See? It’s not just me.”
I glance around. “So what do you do in here?” My gaze lands on her shelves covered with games and toys.
“Play mostly. Relax. It’s my de-stress space. Do you want to do a puzzle? Those are the best way to relax.”
“Sure.”
Leah rolls herself off the beanbag chair like a burrito and crawls over to the shelf. I love this side of her. She’s so playful and carefree. It’s contagious. I wonder if Foster encouraged me to spend time with her because he thought she might rub off on me.
Leah is wearing a short pale blue dress that barely covers her panties when she’s standing. She doesn’t even bother to hide them as she crawls, and I can see how pink her bottom is around the edges. Her thighs too. I bet my butt looks similar.
“Kittens, puppies, flowers, or a pile of candy?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder.
It takes me a second to realize she’s asking what puzzle I want to do. “Candy,” I declare.
She slides the box out from under a few others and turns around. Finally, she stands and heads toward the table in one corner of the room.
Wincing, I ease off the beanbag chair and follow her. “I love this table,” I say as I gingerly sit on one of the two chairs. “It’s perfect for a puzzle.” It’s small and lower than regular adult tables. My feet reach the floor.
“Thank you. Daddy got it for me. I use it a lot.” She dumps out the puzzle and we start separating the pieces and flipping them right-side up.
“I can’t remember when I’ve done a puzzle.”
She grins. “That’s the best part about being Little. Toys!”
I start giggling and can’t stop. I can’t remember the last time I felt this carefree.
We’re both giggling loudly when a shadow falls over us, and I turn to see Foster and Craig grinning, hands on their hips.
“What’s going on in this cotton-candy room?” Craig asks.
“We’re doing a puzzle,” Leah exclaims. “It’s probably the only candy I’ll be permitted to have this week,” she grumbles as she pushes out her lip in a fake pout.
Craig cups her face, smiling indulgently as he speaks. “Would you like to make that two weeks and spend some more time in the corner today?”
“No, Sir.” She sits up straighter. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He kisses her forehead.
Craig releases her. “Foster and I are going to take an ATV to check on the fence on the west side of the property. I think someone hit it with a car.”
“Okay.”
Foster leans over, tips my chin back, and kisses me on the lips. He’s smiling like he won the lottery, which makes me kind of nervous because I know how badly he wants me to be Little like this all the time, and I’m going to need to process it much longer before I can make that sort of commitment.
He strokes my cheek. “Stay out of trouble.”
Craig adds to that. “No running around the mansion, got it?” He gives Leah a look that means business. “I know how you like to explore, but not when I’m not in the house. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Unless the fire alarm is going off or you smell smoke or there’s an earthquake or a flood or a meteorite strikes the house, stay in this room.”
“Yes, Sir.” She giggles.
Foster strokes my cheek again, still staring at me. He’s pleased.
As soon as they’re gone and out of earshot, I turn to Leah. “You must have gotten in some kind of trouble this morning.”
“Yeah. I was badgering him about you, actually.”
“Me?” I’m surprised. She had apologized to him for being nosy, but I hadn’t known the context.
“Yeah, I kept asking him what he thought about you and Foster and if he thought Foster was right for you and if he thought you could be Little and if he thought maybe you would leave us if Foster pushed you too hard and if he thought maybe Foster would leave us if you didn’t want to be his Little girl.”
“That’s a lot of badgering. No wonder you got paddled,” I tease.
“I guess.” She sighs. “But you’re my friend first. I’ve known you longer than Foster, or Craig for that matter. I want to be sure you’re happy and enjoy being with us. If Foster is pushing you too hard or too fast, I want to intervene so neither of you gets hurt or quits.”
“I’m sorry.” I feel bad. “I told Foster it was a bad idea to mix business with pleasure. I hate that it’s worrying you.”
She shakes her head. Her brown curly pigtails flop back and forth. Her brown eyes widen. “Oh, no. I don’t want you to worry. That’s my job.” She gives me a grin as if it’s settled. “I guess you took my advice.”
“Yes. We’re doing a forty-eight-hour trial. It’s weird so far. Going into town was nerve-wracking. Oh, I met Dirks Kincaid at the grocery store.”
“Oh good. He’s a great man. I always get in his line when I go there. If he saw you with Foster, I’m sure he’s already added you to his favorite people list. He looks out for people in the lifestyle, and he can spot a Little from a mile away.” She giggles.
We get the edge pieces together and start working on the middle. I point at a candy bar. “That looks delicious. I haven’t had one of those in years. I’m going to be craving all the sweets by the time we finish this candy puzzle.”
“Yeah, that’s one of the hazards of doing this puzzle. It’s like when you see a commercial for pizza and then you must have pizza for dinner or you’ll die.” Leah giggles again.
I’m really enjoying myself. Maybe it’s odd that I’m sitting in a cotton-candy room with another adult at a small table working a five-hundred-piece puzzle meant for someone much younger, but it’s refreshing. I’m totally ignoring my responsibilities for a while, as if I haven’t a care in the world.
It takes us another half an hour to finish the puzzle and our timing is perfect because that’s when the men step back into the room.
“Hey there, girls,” Craig says as they enter. “I see you finished my favorite candy puzzle,” he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes but grinning at the same time.
“Daddy…” Leah exclaims. “I promise I won’t beg for candy all evening this time.”
He chuckles as he lifts her out of her chair and holds her against his chest, his hands under her bottom, her legs wrapped around him. He kisses her, and it’s so sweet I can’t stop staring and smiling. I’m a bit jealous of what the two of them have sometimes, but today I notice it more than ever before.
When Foster squats down next to me, I shift my gaze to his. “Did the puzzle give you a sweet tooth?” he jokes.
I nod. “Yes.” I point to the piece I’d been eyeing earlier. “I really want one of those.”
He leans closer to look. “Isn’t that chocolate-covered marshmallow?”
“Yep.”
“You had chocolate and marshmallows last night,” he points out as he tickles my side.
“A girl can want the same thing the next day, silly.”
“Your teeth are going to rot,” he teases as he stands. He takes my hand and pulls me up next to him. “It’s time to go, sweet girl.”
“Aw, but we were having fun.” I shock myself as these words leave my mouth.
“You can have more fun tomorrow. Craig and Leah have things they need to do, and you need to go lie down a bit and rest before it’s time to cook dinner.”
I pout. “I’m not tired.”
“I bet you would be if you gave yourself a moment to slow down.”
I shake my head. “Nope. Naps are for babies.” I don’t know where this defiant side is coming from.
“Yeah,” Leah agrees. “Naps are for babies.”
Craig chuckles, but he carries her over to the pink fluffy bed she told me she usually naps in. “Then I guess you’re a baby because you’re going to rest for a while also.”
“We’ll see you two at dinner,” Foster says as he leads me from the room.
I drag my feet as we head down the back stairs that lead into the kitchen. When Foster reaches the bottom, he turns around and lifts me off my feet, tossing me over his shoulder.
I squeal. “Foster.”
He holds me steady with one hand around my upper thighs, luckily trapping my dress against them so my thong isn’t visible. But my butt hurts still and his forearm is putting pressure on my bruised thighs.
Like a lumberjack, he carries me past my cabin and continues to his. When he enters, we head straight for his bedroom.
“Do I really have to rest?” I ask as soon as my feet hit the floor.
“Yes. And if you continue to argue, I’ll put you in that timeout corner after your nap which will make dinner late.” He lifts a brow. “Arms up.”
I’m confused for a moment, but lift my arms anyway, surprised when Foster lifts my dress over my head. Before I can process his intentions, he unfastens my bra next and leaves me standing in front of him in my thong and sandals.
Foster lifts me up and sets me on the edge of the bed before squatting in front of me to remove my shoes.
I’m still a bit speechless as he swings me around so I’m lying down and pulls the covers over me. I’m basically naked, which feels weird. “Can I have a T-shirt?”
“Nope. But if you want to continue to question me, I’ll be happy to take your thong too.”
I purse my lips. Once again, I’m baffled by the strange combination of feelings consuming me. On the one hand, I don’t want Foster to tell me what to do, to dictate my every move down to what I’m wearing. On the other hand, my damn pussy is wet and needy and my boobs feel heavy. I wish he would touch them.
I fidget as he stares at me. “Sorry, Sir.” I squeeze my legs together, but that only makes my arousal increase, so I hold my breath. I’m pretty sure I’d only need a few minutes of stroking my clit to get myself off. Maybe it would be best if I stop arguing and pretend to agree to this nap so Foster will leave the room and I can masturbate.
Except, could I really get off in his bed in his cabin? He could walk in at any time, plus I’m not sure how quiet I am.
Foster sets a palm on my thigh and rubs it up and down. “Mmm.”
My chest is rising and falling faster now, and his fingers keep grazing too close to my pussy. I stay very still, afraid to move because even breathing is causing my nipples to rub against the sheet.
He holds my gaze. “I can practically see inside your mind, sweet girl.”
My face heats. Surely he can’t know what I’m thinking. Can he?
When Foster slides his hand up two more inches and lets his fingers press against my pussy, I moan so loudly it startles me.
“That’s what I thought. So… My question is, what exactly made my sweet girl so horny?”
I bite my lip.
“Mmm.” His eyes are dancing. “Could be the fact that I took off your clothes… Could be the fact that you’re almost naked in my bed… Could be the fact that I’m dominating you…”
“I think it’s a combination, Sir,” I admit softly.
He leans over and kisses my forehead. “It’s naptime, not playtime. I have some work to do on my computer, so I’ll grab it and sit in the armchair in here while I work.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide.
He chuckles. “Did you think I would leave the room and then you could touch your sweet pussy?”
I swallow. Yes, that’s exactly what I thought.
“Remember when I told you not to masturbate the other night?”
I nod slowly, not sure I’m going to like the direction this conversation is going. Or lecture.
“That’s a permanent hard rule, Amelia. Keep your greedy fingers away from your pussy and your nipples. I’ll decide when and how you get to come.”
My eyes bug out. “Always?”
“Yes. Always.”
I squirm. Why on earth does that absurd declaration make me even more aroused?
His hand moves to my tummy and his fingers spread so wide they’re grazing the undersides of my breasts, which is distracting even with the covers between us. I squirm.
He continues to stare at me, smirking I think.
“Can we negotiate this?” I plead, probably sounding ridiculous.
“Nope.”
“But you said I hold the power and that means I should be able to put my foot down about some topics,” I argue. I sound like the child I’m pretending to be.
He laughs. “Sweet girl, in this particular power exchange, it’s all or nothing. At least for the next two days. I promise I won’t do anything to injure you in any way, but I need you to trust me to make all the decisions as the Daddy in this arrangement. Give it one hundred percent. It will help you know what you like and don’t like.”
I consider his words. It’s only two days. “Then we can discuss things?”
“Yes. Then we can sit down and talk about what you liked and didn’t like. You can reevaluate.”
I lick my lips. “What about you? You might have things you like and dislike too.”
His hand slides up higher, between my breasts, making my breath hitch. “I’m pretty solid in my desires already, sweet girl.”
“You’re not scared?”
“Scared to death, but only because I want you to be happy. I hope I can be the one to make you happy. But if I can’t, I’ll back off. Will you give me the next two days? Give me everything?”
My chest tightens. He’s so serious and sincere. It’s hard to remember he might be just as frightened about the future as me. I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand eases up to cup my face and he leans over to kiss me, a sweet gentle kiss in which his lips barely graze mine.
When he pulls back, he says, “Now, naptime for you, sweet girl. It’s okay if you don’t sleep, but I want you to rest, and you can’t rest if you’re touching yourself. That’s the opposite of resting.”
I sigh. “Fine.” In what universe would I normally have a conversation with someone about masturbating, let alone argue with them that I should be permitted to? “If I had some clothes on, it would help,” I point out.
“If I flipped you over and spanked your sore bottom a dozen times for continuing to argue with me, it would not help.”
I pout.
He kisses my forehead one more time and stands. “Rest.”
I watch him as he leaves the room and returns one minute later with his laptop. He was serious about that. He doesn’t trust me not to masturbate. How the hell am I supposed to rest with Foster watching me?
Blowing out a deep breath, I roll onto my side, snag Teddy from the other side of the bed, and pull him under the covers with me to hug against my chest. Every movement makes me more aware of my arousal. Doesn’t Foster understand if he leaves me naked, my nipples abrade against everything?
He probably understands perfectly. He’s probably completely aware of my plight. He’s a meanie.