A Submissive's Dream (Divine Designs) Page 20

  She didn't want to move or answer; she didn't want to admit that was what he had said. Surely he wouldn't bend her over her bed and take off his belt! Surely he understood she was so new to this. "I … I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "I … I didn't mean to … I … I didn't think …"

  "Shhhh," he said, pulling her closer. "I know you didn't. I am very proud that you confessed your behavior without waiting for me to have to ask you about it. I'm not going to use my belt this time," he said, and felt her relax. "However, I am going to spank you now, and after some corner time, I'm going to take you to dinner. After dinner, we are going to go buy a hairbrush and a paddle, and Bunny, you'll go to bed again with a hot, sore bottom."

  She gulped audibly, but nodded, flushing as she realized her panties were growing moist. Craig guided her off his lap only long enough to pull down her short pajama bottoms and place her across his lap again. Knowing she'd be spanked again before bed, he didn't spank her anywhere near as long or as hard as he had the evening before. He was proud when she lifted her hips when told, so that her panties could be lowered. He pushed them to her knees, smiling as he saw how wet the gusset was. His little girl might be crying because her daddy had to spank her bottom, but that same spanking was arousing his big girl. He resumed spanking on her bare bottom until she was crying harder but not struggling or attempting to reach back. Once her bottom was red—but not the glowing crimson of the night before—he sent her to her corner.

  She spent fifteen minutes in the corner, her spanked bottom on display, before he called her to him. Once back on his lap, he simply held her until he felt she was calm and comforted. Glancing at the clock on her table, he guided her off his lap again.

  "I want you to go to the potty and tinkle, and then we'll get you dressed," he instructed. She blushed and reached down to pull up her clothing. "No, leave them down. You'd have to pull them down again to tinkle, and Daddy wants to look at your pretty red bottom." Her face turning as red as her bottom and her nipples straining against her top, she shuffled to the bathroom. She made sure to wash her hands and returned to the bedroom. Craig gestured to her, and she went and stood before him. He pulled her clothing to her feet and smiled as she lifted her foot, the bunny ears of her slippers flopping as she stepped out of her clothing. Naked from the waist down, she was surprised by his planting a kiss on her stomach. She quivered when his hands moved under her top and stroked her breasts. She almost lost her balance, her knees shaking, when he briefly grazed her taut nipples. Craig grinned and then told her to raise her arms. She obeyed, and he pulled her top off. Totally nude in front of him for the first time, she flushed all over, fighting the urge to cover herself from his view. As he gazed down at her, love and desire in his eyes, she released that urge. She didn't want to dress, didn't give a rat's ass about dinner; what she wanted was for him to put her on the bed and make love to her. Craig could see her need but had other plans. He stood and took her hand, leading her to her dresser.

  "When we go out to an adult place, you will need to wear big-girl clothes. I'm going to buy you some underthings that will help you remember that, though you are dressed like a big-girl on the outside, underneath your clothes you are wearing little-girl panties and bras. They will remind you how much Daddy cares for the little girl inside," he said. She giggled and he looked puzzled until she pulled open the drawer that he knew contained her underwear. Glancing down, he immediately saw the sweet, innocent bra-and-panty set, the small pink bows making his cock twitch.

  "I … I went shopping, Daddy," she said. "Please, don't be mad. I … I wanted to surprise you. Miss Betty said it was naughty to go shopping without my daddy, but she didn't spank me. She told me to bring my daddy the next time, and she wouldn't let me buy the princess panties until you said it was okay. Is it okay, Daddy? They were really cute." Craig's head was swimming as she rushed through that statement, having no idea who she was talking about or where she had gone.

  "Whoa, slow down. I think I need you to tell me everything that happened today and not leave a single thing out. But first, we really do need to get you dressed. I'm starving and if we continue this conversation in your bedroom, I will do something I will regret," he said as he took the bra and panty set from the drawer and took a seat on the bed. "Come here. Let Daddy help you."

  Barbara did as she was told, but some of her excitement had disappeared when he said he'd do something he'd regret. She knew he was talking about having sex with her. He sounded as if he didn't want to really sleep with her. Maybe he just wanted to play at being a daddy and have someone to spank and put to bed with a hot bottom.

  Craig helped her into the panties. They were even more adorable on her than they were in the drawer. He helped her into the bra, but not before bending forward and giving each of her nipples a quick kiss. As he was fastening the hook in the back of her bra, he realized that while her nipples had been stiff when he had stripped her, when he had kissed her they were soft and flat. Something had gone wrong and he had no idea what it was. He looked at her face, but she was avoiding his eyes. Sighing, he picked her up off her feet and sat her down on his lap.

  "Talk to me; what's wrong?" he asked. She shook her head, but he was not going to allow that this time. "I know something is either bothering or scaring you, Bunny. Tell Daddy what it is, please." Remembering a chapter she had read that afternoon about the importance of communication, Barbara forced herself to look at him.

  "Do you find me attractive?" she asked. He could not have been more stunned. How could she even question that? Couldn't she tell that he had been hard since she opened the door!

  "Of course I do. I think you are beautiful. Why would you ask me that?"

  "Because … because you haven't … I mean you said if we stayed in the bedroom you'd do something you'd regret. I … I want you to make … make love to me, but … but you just want to spank me. I … I mean, I … I want you to do that, too, and I liked it when you plea ... pleasured me last night, but … I … I want to pleasure you, too," she admitted in broken sentences.

  He had easily followed her fear and hugged her to his chest. "Oh, Bunny girl, God, yes I want to make love to you," he assured her, and then took her hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "I've wanted to make love to you from the first time I spanked you over that wall."

  She pulled away to look at him, seeing the truth in his eyes. "Then … then why did you say you'd regret it?" she asked again.

  "I didn't say I'd regret that, Bunny. I would never, ever regret making love to you. What I meant was that I'd regret taking things too far too fast. As much as we feel right now, I think it is important that we take it a little slower than most couples. We aren't only starting an adult relationship; we are starting an age-play one as well. I want you to become comfortable with what that means before we have actual sex. Can you understand that?"

  Barbara shook her head, not understanding at all. Not only were they both adults, she was almost thirty, had been married and divorced, and he had to be close to Logan's age, which was thirty-five. They weren't teenagers fumbling around in the dark, discovering what sex was like. Granted, she hadn't enjoyed it much over the past several years when David was in-between mistresses, but God, she wanted this man to take her to bed and make her scream, and she wanted to make him scream as well. "But we are adults. I … I don't want you to be … be um, hard … I mean all the time, without … without release," she said, thinking maybe she wasn't so mature if she found it hard to talk about the sex she wanted to have with him.

  Craig didn't laugh, but he did smile. "Honey, don't worry about me. It is my job to take care of you. I am the daddy; you are the little girl. I promise we will enjoy each other, but we will do so in other ways until I'm sure and you are sure that we are ready for the next step. I refuse to let you rush yourself and I refuse to do anything to hurt you."

  "What if not having sex hurts me?" she countered.

  "Let's wait and see, shall we? If yo
u trust me and let me guide you, I promise you'll enjoy yourself, and yes, Bunny, I'll enjoy it as well. Okay? Will you at least try?" he asked. She finally nodded but secretly knew she'd be researching this entire sex thing the moment she had free time.

  Craig kept his promise. By the time he tucked her into bed, her bottom was swollen and throbbing. During dinner, they had discussed her day and all that she had decided. Hearing that she and Elizabeth had lunch and discussed some of the feelings she had upon waking up, he was very grateful that Elizabeth was the wonderful woman she was. He had been surprised but delighted when she told him she was taking a leave of absence from her firm to decide what she really wanted to do with her life. His first thought had been to beg her to come work with him, remembering the fun they'd had making cinnamon rolls and the fact she had told him she loved cooking.

  By the time they were sharing a dessert, she had told him about the boutique and Miss Betty. She shyly handed him the card she had been given and was shocked when he pulled out his phone and made a call. She had blushed hotly as he thanked the woman for helping her in the store and then asked if she carried paddles or brushes. Barbara had looked around the restaurant, as if terrified that every patron could hear his conversation and would know that she was going to get another spanking before bed. They left the restaurant and went immediately to the boutique where Betty was waiting.

  As well as the princess bra-and-panty set, Craig bought her another that was soft blue with white polka dots and one that featured the characters from the Winnie-the-Pooh books. She had almost died when he also purchased a pair of purple pajamas that featured not only a long zipper that went from her neck to her ankles; they were footed and had a drop-seat. Her stomach flipped, and she blushed when he told her that it would make it easier to spank her bottom without taking off her pajamas. She could just imagine how she'd look in her corner, her flaming red bottom framed by the drop-seat of the very deep purple pajamas, almost every other inch of her skin totally concealed. Betty had enjoyed the entire consultation; she loved helping another couple begin this special type of relationship. She had her own little girl who was currently at home with her daddy. The three had been a family for ten years now, and Angelica was one of the reasons Betty had expanded her business to the Internet to make it easier for other families to find the things that helped make this lifestyle easier.

  Craig made Barbara choose her own wooden-back hairbrush and her first paddle. It had been both embarrassing and exciting when he made her bend forward slightly and gave her a swat with each one to make sure it was acceptable. Craig gave Betty permission to paddle his little girl if she showed up unescorted again.

  Barbara was stunned but knew she simply had to remember not to shop without her daddy, at least for items used in her Little role. Purchases in hand, they had left the boutique, promising to return to purchase more clothing at a later date.

  Craig undressed her down to her cute panties and then took her across his knees. He gave her another hand spanking and then let her up only to send her to fetch her new paddle from its place in her bedside drawer. He placed her new hairbrush on her vanity, informing her that it would serve as a reminder that it had two purposes every time she picked it up to brush her hair. While it had been secretly thrilling having him pop her in the store, that had only been one swat—and over her clothing. When he pulled her new panties down and used it on her bare bottom that had just been spanked, it wasn't quite as thrilling. He paddled her until she was sobbing and promising never to be rude or disrespectful again. Craig smiled, remembering hearing that exact same promise the evening before. When her paddling was over and her bottom hot and throbbing, he lifted her off his lap and stood her before him.

  "I'm sorry you had to have your hiney paddled, Bunny, but Daddy needs to help you remember to be a sweet, polite little girl. I'm going to put you in the corner and then you are going to come and make a special apology to Daddy, okay?"

  She nodded and spent her corner time thinking about what sort of apology he meant; she had repeatedly sobbed that she was sorry as her bottom was spanked and paddled. She discovered the answer when he called her to him and told her to kneel between his legs. Her heart started to hammer as she watched him unzip his pants and remove his cock. She almost swooned at his size. He wasn't just a very tall, large man. He was a huge man! She wasn't sure if she would be able to make a proper apology, but she gave it her best shot. While she wasn't a stranger to oral sex, sucking Craig's cock was a totally new experience. He wasn't satisfied when she just licked a little and occasionally sucked the head, Daddy expected her to take as much of him into her mouth as she could—and then take a little more. He ignored her gagging and watering eyes, talking to her quietly, gently stroking her cheek as he encouraged her to make her apology. When he came, he did so only after warning her and then didn't berate her when she was unable to accept all of his ejaculate. He simply tucked himself away and then picked her up, carried her into the bathroom, and washed her face and breasts until every evidence of the intimate apology was gone.

  "You did a good job making your apology, Bunny," he said as he ran the cool cloth over her face, wiping the tears carefully from her eyes. "We will work on learning how to take all of Daddy into your mouth." She had simply nodded, her pussy clenching at the thought of having that cock pushed into her pussy instead of her mouth. He set her onto the potty and waited until she had tinkled and then wiped her before washing her gently and thoroughly. Her clit throbbing, her face and bottom burning, he carried her back to her bedroom. He dressed her in a short, pale yellow gown, not allowing her any panties underneath. He placed her on the bed and surprised her by climbing in beside her. She was thrilled when his hands slipped beneath her gown to gently fondle her breasts before rolling her nipples between his fingers. When he moved his hands to use them to spread her legs wide apart, she moaned deeply, quivering when she felt him sit back on his heels between her spread legs, the fingers of one hand reaching down to slide through the silky auburn curls of her pubic hair.

  "Have you read in your book about some choices that daddies make about pubic hair on their little girls?" he asked softly. He carefully watched her face, observing her reaction to the fingers that were sliding through her curls and her sex. She nodded, her face flushing beautifully, her soft moan telling him that she was trying to focus on his voice but having a difficult time as his fingers continued their play. "What are your feelings about what you read?" he asked softly.

  "Ummm, I … I want my dad … ohhhh … daddy to make the choice," she managed, her hips lifting from the bed.

  "Thank you, Bunny. Daddy will take care of this," he said giving her now very-damp curls a gentle tug. "No going to the salon, no waxing, or shaving yourself. That's a job your daddy will thoroughly enjoy sharing with his little girl."

  "Ye … yes, Daddy," she said, a flood of her arousal pooling in her sex. By the time he climbed out of the bed, he had brought her to two explosive climaxes with his tongue and his fingers. She cried out loudly, her hands clutching his head as he licked and suckled between her thighs until she exploded into his mouth. She realized that sex didn't have to include intercourse. No, sex with this incredible man was sexy and fulfilling without true penetration. She couldn't imagine how much better it might be the first time he sank deep inside her. He rose from the bed, turned her onto her tummy, pulled her gown down to cover her still red bottom, gave it a gentle pat and tucked her in for the second night in a row. She was sound asleep before he was out her front door.

  Chapter 14

  The HOPEFULs were going to have their first official meeting on Friday night. They had decided it would be beneficial to meet in one of their homes, so they wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted or overheard. Since Barbara was the only one currently living alone, she offered to host the meeting and prepare dinner as well.

  She had a lot to discuss with the group. She had Craig had been seeing each other for three weeks, every day seeming almost magi
cal to her. She talked to Craig a few times every day and they had gone to dinner again on Wednesday night. The first night he didn't tuck her in, she had been unable to sleep, tossing and turning in her bed. When he called her the next day, he detected something in her voice. While she wasn't the least bit rude or disrespectful, she didn't sound like the well-rested, happy girl whose voice he looked forward to hearing at the start of his day. It took the threat of a hard punishment spanking for her to confess her feeling of desertion. Craig was a little surprised but then realized that their relationship seemed to have gone from tiny, hesitant baby steps on her part to her throwing herself fully into the role of a Little. He wondered if perhaps she was simply bratting for attention, as she hadn't gotten a spanking in several days. He knew that while the Little in her didn't want her bottom smacked and always cried long and hard with just the application of a hand or a paddle, the Big-girl showed her kink. She was always slippery and swollen between her legs when he would hold her, patting her sore bottom and bringing her to climax before he tucked her into bed.

  "Do you think you need a spanking?" Craig asked softly, wondering if he had time before his first meeting to run by her house and paddle her bottom. It would make his schedule even tighter, but he realized that he would not only make the time, he'd enjoy it.

  Barbara knew he had a busy schedule this week. He had a huge catering job that weekend, and they had already discussed the fact that he might not be able to come over for a couple of days. While she was currently free because of her leave of absence, she didn't expect him, or even want him, to feel he needed to juggle his own life in order to take care of her. "No, I'm just being selfish. I didn't sleep well," she said softly, sitting on her bed, her fingers twisting in her hair. "The covers weren't tight."