Minutes passed as Jane calmed and went from thinking about how much her bottom hurt to thinking about how wonderful it felt to be in his arms. Finally, she gave a last sniffle and sat back. Immediately, he had a handkerchief ready and gently wiped her face and then softly instructed her to blow. Once that was done, he gave her a smile and a kiss that had her insides beginning to burn. The kiss was gentle and yet so full of promise that she found it a little difficult to breathe. When he pulled away, she instantly wanted his lips to return to hers.
“Better?”
“Yes,” she managed. “You were right, you know.”
“About what?”
“Spankings really do hurt!”
He chuckled and gave her a hug. “Then I did my job correctly. Just know that the next time you lie, either to me or yourself, you’ll bend over for my belt.”
Who knew that hearts could actually stop mid-beat and that his words would have her freshly spanked butt clenching and another rush of moisture slipping into the folds of her sex? She couldn’t help but look at his waist, the belt threaded through its loops seeming to give weight to his words. Her hand dropped from where it had been clutching his shirt and reached down, a finger moving toward the black leather. Before she could touch it, she became aware of the fact that the front of his trousers looked very… full and she could swear she saw something—okay, his cock—twitch beneath the fabric. Yanking her hand away, she snapped her eyes back to his, seeing a slight curve to his lips and his eyebrow arched. She was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about his cock when he was discussing her punishment. Nodding, she hoped that he’d think she’d simply been listening to him.
“O-okay.”
He gave her a little squeeze. “Other than your bottom being a little tender, how do you feel here?” His finger tapped against her chest, right over her heart.
Jane considered the question and gave him the only answer she could. “Guilt-free and… and really good.”
“That’s the benefit of a spanking. You pay for your transgression and all is forgiven. You have a clean slate.” When her stomach rumbled, he grinned. “And now that you’re no longer nervous, you can enjoy dinner.” Lifting her off his lap, it took her a second to realize why he was bending forward. Seeing him reach for her panties that were now at her ankles, she felt her face heat, her head knocking into his as she also bent, ready to take them from him.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his eyes lifting to hers.
Dropping her hand where she’d been rubbing her forehead, she said, “Yes, sorry, I just… I can do that.”
“I know,” he acknowledged, and yet didn’t even hesitate to continue pulling her panties up her legs before bending forward to kiss her forehead. “But, that’s also part of my job.”
There wasn’t really enough time to be embarrassed as the cotton undies were already covering her punished nates before she could blink. Once her panties were back where they belonged, he patted her bottom gently and then stood, taking her hand in one of his while the other easily lifted the chair.
Jane discovered that while she’d been in the bathroom, he’d put their plates in the oven to keep their dinners warm. After he placed the chair back where it belonged, she eyed the wooden seat and decided that cushions were a definite addition to her shopping list. She was trying to determine how to ask if she could remain standing, when he set her plate down, not where it had been originally, but next to his.
“Come here,” he said, taking a seat and patting his knee.
Climbing into his lap was far more comfortable than any cushion and taking bites from the fork he offered to her lips felt as natural as feeding herself. As they ate, she settled against his chest, feeling a sense of peace she’d never experienced before. He wasn’t making her feel strange about the spanking or looking at her like she was some sort of weirdo for needing him to be in control. She didn’t understand it exactly, but did she really need to?
After they both finished eating, she hopped from his lap and began to gather the dishes, surprised when he helped her clean the kitchen. It took no time at all with the two of them working together. “Do you want some coffee?” she asked.
“No, not tonight. You need to get into bed.”
“Bed? It’s early still. I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something.”
Sawyer hung the dish cloth on the rack and shook his head. “I’d love to, but not tonight. You’ve got an early doctor’s appointment tomorrow and need to get your rest.”
“Tomorrow? But I haven’t even made an appointment yet. We don’t need to rush into this.”
He tilted his head to the side, giving her a long look. “Are you scared of doctors, Janie?”
Remembering how he felt about lying, she put her hand behind her back and crossed her fingers. “Of course not.”
“Hmm, well, from what you just said, I have a feeling that it’s been quite some time since you’ve seen a doctor, correct?”
“So? I’ve told you I’m healthy,” Jane said, not about to tell him she hadn’t gone to a doctor since she’d been a teen and had mono.
Sawyer shook his head. “Regular appointments are necessary to make sure you remain healthy. But, no worries as I called and made the appointment when you were in the bathroom. I’ll be by at eight in the morning.”
“But—”
He took her hand and pulled her to him. “No arguments, and remember, I’ll be with you every step of the way. Now, if you’d like, I’ll tuck you into bed before I leave.”
The jump from doctor’s visits to being tucked in was a little startling, but she eagerly made the transition. “I’d like that.”
“All right. Run and change into your jammies, and I’ll be in.”
Nodding, she went to her room trying to figure out how she could tell him that what she’d really like was for him to tuck himself into her bed as well. As she changed into a pink nightgown that had an edging of lace around the hem and bodice, she realized she wasn’t even sure that he was interested in any sort of adult relationship. She’d answered questions about her likes and dislikes, but those had come before the section on ageplay. Was she even on the same page as Sawyer?
“You ready?”
The question had her twirling around, her heart pounding a bit.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, you just surprised me,” she said, sure her face was as red as her butt, but suddenly positive that she could not suggest he climb in beside her.
He smiled and looked around her room. “Which stuffy would you like?”
“Oh, um, I really don’t sleep with those,” Jane said, a bit mortified that she hadn’t even considered that he might be in her bedroom one day. She was pretty sure that grown women did not normally keep, much less display, an entire shelf of beloved stuffies from their childhood.
“No? That seems like a shame,” he said, turning his eyes back to her.
Jane busied herself yanking back the quilt and sheet on the bed, hopping in and biting back the moan that threatened to escape as her bottom took her full weight. Sawyer came to the side and sat down on the edge of the bed, tucking the covers around her. Leaning down, he kissed the tip of her nose.
“Are we going to have sex?” The moment she realized she’d just blurted that out, she almost died of embarrassment.
He sat back and shook his head. “No—”
Of course they weren’t. He wasn’t just a dom, he was a daddy dom. “Never mind; it was a stupid question. I mean, it’s clear you want a daddy/little relationship. Just forget I asked. You-you can go now.”
“No,” he repeated, smiling down at her. “I most certainly will not go. Not until we get a few things straight. You worried yourself sick for a week thinking that I’d have you in diapers and drinking out of a bottle instead of just asking, so, honey, know that there are no stupid questions.” As he spoke, he kicked off his shoes and pulled away the covers he’d just tucked in. “Scooch over.” He moved to sit with his back against the headboard, and when he reached for her, she didn’t hesitate to climb onto his lap. “All right, baby girl, let’s talk.”
Chapter Eight
Having her in his arms felt as perfect as he’d imagined. But, it was clear that she was still confused and that wouldn’t do. It was imperative that she understand exactly what he desired—what he knew she would find equally fulfilling.
“Janie, I’m not just your daddy, but I’m also a man. You are a woman who also needs to be a Little at times. There are infinite definitions of how couples define their relationships, how they see their roles, but unless you tell me otherwise, as far as I’m concerned—yes, there will be sex. A lot of sex.”
“There will?” she asked, her cheeks turning scarlet but her eyes going brighter. “I just didn’t want to… to assume that you’re, well, attracted to me in that way.”
“Baby, believe me, I’m very attracted to you, and I know that you’re quite attracted to me as well.”
“How? We haven’t really done much other than kissing and that was nice… but it was the kind of sweet and innocent sort of kissing.”