I rise and pad across the room toward him, holding up my paper. “Sir.”
He turns his chair in my direction and takes the pages from my hand, scanning them. “Good girl.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t do as I was told earlier, Sir.” I wonder how he reacts to apologies. I’m not used to providing them, to be honest. No one ever listened before.
“Thank you, little one. It’s important that you recognize when you’ve misbehaved.” He reaches for me. “I’m still going to spank you.”
My belly does flips. I both hate and enjoy it when he spanks me. It’s confusing. I feel some humiliation at leaning over his knees with my bottom exposed, but I also grow aroused every time. In addition, it backfires on me because this means he won’t let me come for the rest of the day.
I’m mad at myself for disobeying him because I’d rather feel the kind of pleasure he gives me when I’m his good girl. Nevertheless, once again, it’s too late for thoughts like that. I round to his side as he takes my wrist. I let him lower me across his lap. I hold my breath as he clasps my hands at my lower back and lowers my panties.
The first swat is always shocking, and then I grow used to each spank. I’m never sure how long it might go on, but I’ve learned that he always ends with his palm landing on the juncture between my bottom and my thighs. The exact spot that makes my pussy pulse with need.
Sure enough, he does that again today, coaxing out my wetness that now leaks from my pussy. After smoothing his palm over my bottom for several minutes, he stands me up. “Turn around and face the windows, little one. Hold your dress up high enough that I can see your pink bottom while I finish my work.”
This is different. Usually, he sends me to a corner. I’m shaking as I turn around, careful to keep my panties tight around my thighs so they don’t fall.
“Legs wider, baby girl.”
I spread them farther, wetness running down my thighs. My bottom is burning from his palm. I shiver as I hold the massive amount of ruffles just below my breasts.
I stare outside, trying not to focus on the fact that my pussy would be exposed to anyone who was on the other side of the window. No one is, of course. I haven’t seen anyone in Master Kellen’s backyard since I arrived. Obviously, though, someone will eventually come to mow the lawn and maintain the grounds. I pray today is not that day.
I stand in that position for a while. It probably seems longer than it really is. Finally, I hear Master Kellen’s gentle voice behind me. “Come here, baby girl.”
I turn around slowly and waddle toward him.
He pulls up my panties and lowers my dress. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you did as you were told so you didn’t end up with a sore bottom, little one?”
I lower my gaze. “Yes, Sir.” I wonder if he’s tired of me now. Tired of my antics. I worry he might send me away because he doesn’t want to deal with my disobedience. And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself.
He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight though. That means something, doesn’t it? It feels so good when he holds me like this, and I wonder why I ever do things to thwart his efforts.
I vow to behave better starting now. I’m supposed to be focused on learning what it’s like to be a little, not learning what it’s like to be a naughty girl. Is it because I was naughty for most of my childhood that I can’t shake the need to defy him?
Master Kellen eventually leans back and meets my gaze. “Let’s get you some lunch and then I’ll put you down for your nap.”
“Nap?” I ask without thinking. I certainly don’t need a nap. I’ve been sleeping so many hours at night since I arrived that I have trouble falling asleep.
“Sabine…”
“I don’t need a nap, Sir. I’m not tired.”
“You’re four.” He pats my head and stands. “And if you keep arguing with me, I’ll make you spend half the afternoon in your bedroom instead of a one-hour nap.”
I purse my lips, but when he leads me from the room with my hand in his, I drag my feet. My instinct is to argue. As if I haven’t just promised myself moments ago I would be more compliant.
Sure enough, after another meal strapped into the booster seat, Master Kellen leads me upstairs while I fail to keep my big mouth shut. “Master Kellen, I’m not tired. I won’t be able to sleep.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Please, Sir? Can I sit quietly in your office while you work? I’ll write in my journal and be good. I promise.”
Still no response as we continue up the stairs and into my bedroom. Master Kellen unzips the back of my dress and pulls it over my head. He drapes it over the footboard of the daybed. Next, he pulls back the covers, lifts me up, and sets me on the bed. After crouching down to remove my shoes, he swings my legs up and lowers me onto the sheets.
I’m wearing just my panties and socks as he tucks the covers around me. I’m also pouting.
“You’ll stay in bed for one hour, little one. I don’t care if you sleep or not. You’ll still lie here for one hour.” He points at the clock. “It’s twelve-thirty. At one-thirty, you may get up, but you may not leave your room until I come to get you. You may read or play with your toys.”
I push out my bottom lip like a toddler. I don’t want to stay in my room. I
