“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, little one. Fifteen minutes.” He kisses my forehead. I even like it when he does that. Like a Daddy.
After he leaves, I slide from the bed, groaning at the aches in my body. I drag myself to the bathroom, hurry through my routine, and pad back to my dresser. He’s right. I’m tired. I’m going to choose two or four. Which one?
I chew on my bottom lip, feeling like my choice makes a statement of sorts. I’m not sure I want to commit to something particular or give him the impression I feel drawn to a younger age over an older one in general.
I’ve experienced all of them, and it’s not so much that I’m certain about anything. I’m not. But for today, I don’t want any responsibilities. I want to be carefree. Before I can overthink, I pull open drawer number two and grab the contents.
With a deep breath, I set them on the bed and spread them out. I can’t be sure they will be exactly the same as last time. I’m relieved to find they are similar. I pull on the thick training pants, lavender with white flowers on them.
The dress is slightly different, I realize. It’s a princess motif with a white satin top and a tulle skirt with two-inch panels in every color of pastel. It’s poufy, and when I put it on, the satin part makes my nipples stand out. The skirt stands out too though, in every direction, so puffy that my training pants are barely covered. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror behind the door. I look so young. Like I’m going to a costume party. Except no one would wear training pants to a Halloween party.
I put my curly hair into pigtails and rush back into the room to find my light-up shoes and white, ruffled socks. I’m almost late as I rush down the stairs and into the kitchen.
My mouth falls open to speak, but then I stop dead in my tracks. Someone else is in the kitchen. My face heats instantly, and I take a step back.
Master Kellen sees me and waves me forward. “Sabine, this is Josie, my assistant.”
I don’t move. My heart races. I’m not ready to meet Josie. I forgot about her. I’m embarrassed and furious that I’ve chosen to be two today of all days. I flatten my hands on my tulle skirt, making sure it covers my training pants. I’m convinced it only works while I’m holding it down.
An unfamiliar voice clearing his throat to my left makes me jerk my attention that way to find a tall man I also don’t know strolling into the room from the mudroom. He stops when he spots me and smiles. “You must be Sabine. I’ve heard so much about you.” He continues until he reaches Josie and sets a hand on top of her head, smoothing her hair back.
Josie has long, straight, silky black hair. It hangs almost to her butt. She’s wearing a plain white blouse, a navy pencil skirt, and navy flats. She has on minimal makeup. She’s very pretty and close to my age.
She’s also staring at me. Until the man takes her chin and turns her face toward his. “It’s not polite to stare,” he admonishes her.
I lick my lips, but I’m still rooted to my spot.
“Sabine, come here, baby girl,” Master Kellen states, his voice insistent this time.
I shuffle toward him, my hands on my skirt, my gaze downcast. I’m so flushed and nervous that I’m shaking. When I reach Master Kellen, he spins me around, flattens my back to his front, and sets his hand on my chest. “Sabine, like I said, this is Josie, and her Master, Grayson.”
I can’t meet their gazes. My mind is running in every direction. What are they thinking of me?
Master Kellen turns me around and grips my chin, lifting my face to his. “Why are you being rude, little one?”
I swallow. “I’m embarrassed,” I whisper. “I didn’t know people were here.”
“I told you about Master Grayson and Josie. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. They’re in the lifestyle.”
I fidget, flattening my hands on my skirt again.
“Is your dress bothering you?” he asks.
“Yes.” Before I have a chance to consider the repercussions of my response, Master Kellen reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. He sets it on the counter.
I shiver, forcing myself not to cover my breasts. I should be humiliated. Instead, I’m aroused. My nipples are hard points, and even though I’m not facing Josie and Master Grayson right now, I know they’re staring at me from behind. They can see my thick cotton training pants and my light-up shoes. I’m a toddler in serious trouble for being rude.
I’m confused by my abrupt change. A moment ago, I was freaking out about what these strangers might think. Now I’m suddenly turned-on instead. I think it’s because Master Kellen took control and put me in my place.
He takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen table. I glance at Josie as I pass her, but she’s staring at the floor. I know what’s about to happen, and it makes my heart race. I’m far more comfortable over Master Kellen’s knee with his hand on my bottom than I am standing awkwardly in the kitchen in a princess dress.
Just as I suspected, he angles me to one side and bends me over his lap. He pulls my training pants down to my knees and palms my bottom. After trapping my wrists at the small of my back, he spanks me. I stiffen at first. It’s been a few days since he’s swatted
