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Little One Ch. 01

By: BigHotCrazyGirl



He had been watching her for awhile. The shy waitress with the brown hair in a ponytail and freckles across the bridge of her button nose and cheek bones. He had tried to make conversation with her on several occasions, but she kept it polite and short with a smile of course. He loved to watch her walk away from him so he could watch the sway of her ass, and soon found himself wanting to dominate that ass.

He continued to watch her for awhile. His watching became more personal, to find out what she did when she wasn't working. He found that she worked out in the gym, that she didn't seem to have a boyfriend or any close friends and that she also attended night classes at the community college. He found himself thinking of how he was going to dominate her ass more and more.

Sitting at home, he began to formulate his plan. He would turn his spare bedroom into a room for her. He blocked all the windows to prevent anyone from looking in. He bought a new sturdy headboard that he bolted to the wall and also a new foot board that he would be be able to spread her legs wide. He made a trip to the local toy store to purchase a few necessities -- nipple and clit clamps, paddles, whips, ball gag, collar and leash, butt plugs of different sizes, blind folds and wrist and ankle cuffs. They also had a new item that could be attached to nipples and clits that would send electrical shocks to those areas. He made a trip to the local hardware store to buy clips, rope, chain and eye hooks. He also made sure that his cupboards were stocked because he knew they would not be going anywhere anytime soon. 

Once back home he began his transformation of the bedroom. He brought in a saw horse from his garage and wrapped the top of it with foam for cushion. He screwed an eye hook on each leg hoping that she would have to stretch a bit to reach, just visualizing her bent over and strapped to this with her ass in the air made him hard. The head board and foot boards were wrought iron so there he just added clips to make it easier to attach her to it. In the ceiling he screwed in one large hook that had a chain and clip attached. He would enjoy having her suspended from this -- arms above her head, naked, her breasts and ass begging for attention. He set out candles and spread rose petals on the bed because he was hoping that his time would be soon.

The next morning he went into the coffee shop where she worked and sat in her area. He made his small talk and finally put his hand over hers when she went to leave the check and asked her if she would go for a drink with him that night. It was Friday so he knew she didn't have class and nor did she work tomorrow -- no one would be missing her for a couple of days. To his excitement she smiled and shyly said that she would enjoy that very much. They agreed to meet at 8 that night in a bar near her apartment so she wouldn't have to walk far. He was so excited that he had trouble finishing his work that day, his mind kept wandering to her ass and how she would be begging for more from him before the weekend was over. 

That night he made sure that all was set. He had unplugged the phones, for no interruptions. He showered and dressed with care -- jeans and a casual shirt -- he didn't want any suspicions to arise. Driving to the bar, his mind was going through the steps of the night getting more and more excited. He arrived a bit earlier than she did and chose a seat in a dark corner. His eye caught her before she saw him and his breath was taken away at her beauty. Her hair usually tied back was now hung down her back loosely, she exchanged her work apron for a wrap around dress that hugged the curves of her body. She wore a simple necklace and earrings and low heals. He stood up to meet her kissing her hand and offering her a seat. She ordered a margarita and he ordered a second drink which she thought to be vodka but he was keeping it light by just having ice water -- didn't need anything clouding his judgment tonight. She quickly excused herself to go to the bathroom and while she was gone, he added some ecstasy to her drink and quickly stirred. 

They talked, getting to know each other better. He found out that she was new to the area, moving here to escape the small town that she had come from. She didn't have much family, and had not really met anyone here. She hadn't been out on any dates yet this being her first since she arrived. He asked her to dance -- he noticed the effects of the alcohol and the drug beginning to work. Out on the dance floor, she began to move with the beat of the music, shaking and wiggling. The next song was slower, he pulled her close and she looked up at him -- he put his lips on her forehead and held her close. She looked up at him and closed her eyes and kissed him. He asked her if she was ready to leave -- and she answered yes that she should be going home. 

He offered to take her since he had brought his car. She agreed saying it must have been longer than she thought since her last drink because she was tipsier than she thought. He smiled and told her that everything was going to be okay to sit back and relax. She sat back and closed her eyes listening to the music on the stereo, not noticing that they had not gone to her apartment, but to his house on the outskirts of town. 

He stopped the truck and went around to open the door for her and that's when she realized where she was. He told her that he thought they could watch a movie and he would make them something to eat. He walked her inside and locked the door behind them. She found the couch and sat down on it while he opened the wine and poured her a glass. They sat and talked -- he pulled her in close to him lifted her head and kissed her deeply -- she responded by kissing him back pressing her body against him and moaning slightly. He began to rub her back her ribs moving down farther she showed no signs of resistance and he continued finding the roundness of her ass -- his hand lingering there -- caressing, rubbing, squeezing gently -- she moaned deep in her throat but never broke the kiss. He was enjoying her response to his touch and gave her ass a slight tap which made her jump a little. 

Keeping one hand on her ass his other moved up to the curve of her breast. He cupped the softness and was pleased to feel that there was no bra blocking him. His thumb found her nipple and rubbed it making it come to attention. He broke the lock that they had on each others lips and moved his down her long neck -- nipping here and there along the way -- she began to wiggle more against him -- he knew that there was no way she couldn't feel his rock hard cock in his pants. Continuing his journey down her neck and on to her shoulders and chest -- moving closer to her breast -- she began to push against him a bit telling him no. she said between breaths that she had never -- he kept kissing her anyway but his urgency increased a bit. He was pleased that he would be her first and only.

He pulled her dress sleeve off her shoulder with his teeth moving his hand from her ass to the other breast finding her hardened nipple easily. His mouth never leaving her skin her hands had found his head and had grabbed his hair not hard but just right knowing pulling him closer to her. Her breast came out of her dress and his mouth found her nipple. Her moan was all the encouragement that he needed -- flicking it with his tongue, pulling it into her lips while pinching the other he knew there was going to be no turning back for her tonight. He moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply letting her know that she was beautiful and desirable. He moved back to her breast finding her large hard nipple between his teeth -- careful not to bite too hard but enough to get her attention. He pushed off her dress off the other shoulder, giving freedom to her other large nipple and breast.

Pushing her back onto the couch to give himself better access to her delicious skin moving his lips down her body while his hands grabbed her waist lifting it up to meet his lips. He moved his hand to the front and found the string that held her dress together. Untying it -- it opened completely showing him the wonderful playground that was waiting before him. He was happy to find that she was wearing no panties, but had thigh highs and a garter belt instead. This excited him that his virgin nymph thought to wear something so sexy for him. She spread her legs instinctively not knowing fully why she was doing this -- she never acted like this with any other man before. There was something about him that drew her to him and his grasp on her was strong. She felt that she would have a very hard time telling him no but right now she had no intention of saying no and that frightened her some. But what he was doing to her felt so wonderful that she knew there was no resisting that tonight would be her first.

She felt him moving down to her honey spot with his mouth. She kept her area well trimmed -- not bald but nice and neat. She wanted to close her legs to keep him out but couldn't find it in her to do it. He moved his hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted up slightly to his mouth. He received the first taste of her nectar and it was like heaven. She let out another deep moan never knowing this pleasure before. His tongue swirled around her clit that had grown large with desire -- continuing his assault on her clit he slid one of his hands from under her ass to her little tight honey hole. His thumb barely fit it was so tight hot and wet. It was inviting him to go deeper. She was moving her hips against his mouth and hand -- he knew she was getting close to exploding. Wanting to feel her first orgasm on his cock, he moved back up to her nipples hearing her whimper and a please. He moved up to her mouth, kissing her deeply to share the sweetness from her honey. She was surprised in the enjoyment of her juices on his lips

Breaking free he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom with the candles all ready lit, soft music playing and more wine on the tables he carefully set her down on the rose petals and began to remove his shirt. When he got it off, she reached up and kissed him deeply and reached for his belt, looking at him innocently, she undid his pants and slid them down his legs. The size of his cock made her hold her breath. She shyly reached out to touch it with her fingers and he let out a groan letting her know that he approved. He asked her if she wanted to kiss it and she shyly shook her head yes. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out to meet the tip of his cock. He knew then she was a natural that this was going to be a wonderful weekend for the both of them. 

Opening her mouth wide, she took his large cock head in, surprised at how warm and smooth it was . She didn't know how it was going to fit the rest in her mouth but she could tell he was enjoying and she was too. She tried to swirl her tongue around it but it was so large. His hands went to the back of her head and pushed slightly -- not enough to choke her but enough to get more in. her lips were stretched tight around his cock. He reached down and found her nipples that were stiff and begging to be touched he knew he was getting dangerously close and pulled his cock out of her mouth, with her letting a little whimper out again. He looked at her asked if she was ready she nervously bit her lip but knew she was. He said he wanted her on top of him to be able to go at her own pace. He laid down and she innocently straddled him he pulled her down for another kiss and grabbed her nipples telling her it was time - he needed to feel her. 

She raised up slightly and felt his head pushing against her honey hole. She gasped for air and closed her eyes moving slowly down finally feeling the head push its way in. He found her clit and with one hand on her nipple and his thumb on her clit, he began to make her forget the pain and she found herself moving her hips pushing down farther until she got to the spot -- the barrier to make her his forever - he stopped what he was doing and grabbed her hips and without warning, pushed his way though it. A cry cam from her lips, but he knew this would not be the only virgin hole she would be giving up this weekend. He smiled and gave her a minute to catch her self before he began his assault on her clit and nipple again, she began to slowly move her hips finding a rhythm that felt right. His cock kept hitting a spot inside of her and between that and his hands on her nipples and thumb on her clit she was moving in a rhythm that was all her own. He wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take but just as he was about to explode her pussy grabbed a hold of his cock so tight and he felt her spray her juices all over him. She threw her head back -- her long hair grazing his balls and let out a moan -- her tits stood proud from her chest and her pussy was wet and tight. He grabbed her hips and held her down tight against him and unleashed his cum deep far into her. He could feel the ropes of his cum shooting deep into her. He heard her breathing and felt her slump over on top of him. He rolled her over off of him covered her up and let her sleep. 

Sleep little one for tomorrow is the beginning of your learning.

Little One Ch. 01



"Calm down." He laughs looking over at him from the driver's seat. I can hardly sit any longer. I have always wanted to go to Vegas, but I have never had the time or money. You can bet when Sean brought up going the other day I jumped on it. "I know Sir. I am just so excited!" I squeal squirming in my seat. I look at him and he offers a smile quickly turning back to the road. 

"Try to sleep." He says kindly eyes on the road.

"I'm not even tired!" I pout rolling my eyes.

"Don't start Little one." He says warning in his voice.

I shut my mouth sinking back into my chair closing my eyes. It feels like hours and my skin is starting to crawl. Opening one eye I put my hand on his leg moving it up his thigh.

"I'm driving." He says eyes glued on the road. I continue up his thigh and he stops the car glaring at me. 

"As much as I'd like to fuck you senseless right here, right now I can't. We are expected somewhere , and your inability to listen today is about to get you one sore ass. Understood?" I chew on the inside of my cheek feeling my panties dampen. He narrows his eyes and repeats, "Understood Little one? I don't like to repeat myself." 

I move my hand back to my own lap frowning.

"Mhmm." I whisper looking out the window. 

"Want to correct yourself?" He asks raising an eyebrow.

I look back at him shaking my head. Wow how dumb can I be. He sucks in his cheeks taking a deep breath.

"Well let's see how you feel about the choice you just made at the hotel." He says calmly. 

My heart drops. I don't want to be punished our first day here. I dug my own grave on this one.

A few hours pass and we pull into the parking lot of the hotel. My stomach flips with anticipation. Sean walks around the car opening my door. He pulls me close to him kissing the top of my head. 

I walk to the room slowly, trying to avoid what awaits me. He sets the bags down and sits on the bed. I walk over and sit in his lap hiding my face.

"Sir?" I ask quietly.

He looks down at me smiling aware of what I'm about to say. He nods for me to continue.

"I really don't want a spanking our first day here. I'm sorry for the way I acted." I plead kissing his chest.

"Actions have consequences. Remove your bottoms Little one. I want you to remember how to act during diner." He murmurs making me frown. 

I stand up and yank off my pants then panties. I feel his erection dig into my belly as I lay across his lap. I know he can see the effect he is having on me and I blush a deep red.

"Do you know why you are getting a spanking Little one?" He asks in a stern voice.

"Yes...Sir." I say heart racing.

"Do you think this is fair?" He asks rubbing my behind. 

"Yes Sir." I repeat squirming on his lap. 

His hand slaps down hard on my behind making me cry out.

His hand comes down again even harder. Each time he comes down harder and faster. My hand shoots behind me covering my trying to stop the blows. Grabbing my wrist he continues coming down hard on my backside. Tears are streaming down my face and I can really feel the impact he has made on my ass. He pulls me off his lap and cradles me in his arms.

"You are so beautiful Little one!" He whispers slipping his fingers inside of me. I let out a moan moving against his hand. 

"Open your mouth and suck." He demands popping his fingers into my mouth. I suck them hard tasting myself. He moans and unbuckles his pants putting me on the ground pushing me to my knees. I kneel in front of him and the cool flesh of my calves feel good against my burning behind. I rub his erection through the fabric of his boxers. I move the elastic and he springs free almost hitting me in the face. I stick his member into my greedy mouth griping the shaft. I take him deeper into my throat swirling my tongue around it. I lick his shaft grazing the head lightly with my teeth on the while putting him back in my mouth. He grabs a fist full of my hair moaning and thrust deep into my throat making me gag. He continues to pump leaving me without air. Right when I'm about to go completely limp he shoots into the back of my throat. He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air licking my lips. He picks me up throwing me on the bed. I'm already dripping down my legs and when I see him start to rip off his shirt I feel like I might combust.

"Always so ready Little one!" He says sinking on top of me. 

His fingers plunge into my pussy making me cry out. He moves in and out of me viciously. I tip my head back dominated by this sweet torture.

"Do not cum." He grunts in my ear makes me moan. He continues his assault and I grind against his hand. I can feel my release building up and I dig my nails into his back making him wince.

"Don't you dare cum!" He shouts replacing his finger with his member.

"Oh yes! Fuck me Sir!" I shout feeling him fill me.

"You. Are. Mine!" He groans word per thrust. 

"Only yours!" I moan so close to my release.

"Cum for me baby!" He demands.

My body convulses and I let go cumming all over cock. He finds his own release spewing deep inside me. I am panting underneath him very satisfied. 

"Get ready for dinner!" He says pinching my sore ass, "Oh and I love you!" He says smiling down at me.



Little One Ch. 02



She awoke slowly – her head was foggy and her bottom ached. She tried to move her arm to rub her eyes but couldn't, she looked over and found her arms and legs were all chained to the bed. She began to panic fighting against the restraints trying to cry out against the gag that was in her mouth. He watched her from the corner of the room. He had been waiting for her to awake to begin this new day. Watching and waiting for her to calm down, he enjoyed the sight of her body fighting against the restraints. Her tight body flexing and tensing, he knew she was going to be a joy to break. 

He walked over to her and with a soothing voice told her to calm down that after last night, how she showed him how alive that she could be, that today would be the beginning of her education and she would become his – mind, body and soul. He went to brush a strand of her hair that had fallen and she jerked her head away. He chuckled a bit telling her that she had much to learn and it was time to begin. Her eyes were wide with fear and she screamed against the gag. 

Clipping the leash to the collar that she was wearing he reached over and unclasped her feet – leaving the restraints on her ankles. She instinctively pulled her legs up and then stretched them out a bit. Next he did the same with the her wrists, leaving the restraints on. He told her to get off the bed that she needed a shower. He anticipated that she would try to run so when she did he held tight to the leash and jerked her to the ground so that she was on all fours. He told her that she cannot run, that she needed to crawl to the bathroom – he dragged her hard enough that she didn't have a choice she crawled to the bathroom behind him with tears streaming down her face. She thought she would be able to do her business in private but to her embarrassment he came into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She needed to go badly and blushed in shame as she sat on the toilet. 

He began to explain that she was his slave in every sense of the word now. She would learn to accept and welcome him and the punishments that she would receive. He told her that she would never be alone and will always be available to him – learning to anticipate his needs and wants. He started the shower and began to undress. He removed his pajama bottoms and her eyes were wide at the sight of his cock. It was huge, being the only cock she had ever seen and felt. She remembered the pain in in her pussy and wondered how she had taken in her. She didn't know how this had happened to her, how she got herself into this situation. She had always been a good and kind person and now she found herself being held captive with a leash and collar on like a dog.

He got into the shower and pulled on the leash to have her join him. She resisted pulling against the leash and him, shaking her head no. He got out of the shower and quickly pulled her over the toilet so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was in the air. He began to spank her with his hand telling her that she will learn to obey him. He spanked her ten times her ass was a nice rosy red color and she was crying out over the gag. He removed the gag and she began to promise that she she would get into the shower just stop hitting her. He told her that she will learn to do as instructed and will only address him as Master or Sir. He spanked her five more times and told her to get in the shower. Her head hung in shame and she whispered 'yes master'. He grabbed her chin pulling her face up to meet his and told her to say it again because he couldn't hear her. This time she said it louder with a bit of defiance in her voice. 

His cock had grown large from the excitement of spanking her. When they were both in the shower he pulled her down to her knees and told her to suck his cock until he came. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, wanting to shake her head no, but the look in his eyes told her not to. She opened her mouth to take him in when he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock deep in her mouth, with no time to get use to it. He felt her gagging and trying to get a breath of air as he held his cock against the back of throat. Feeling her gag reflex on his head was amazing and he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. As he held onto her hair she didn't know what to do – her tears were mixing with the shower water, her jaw was aching and her her ass stung. He stopped moving in her mouth but held tight to her hair – instructing her to start sucking move her tongue around, and to massage his balls gently. She was beginning to find her rhythm when he released her hair and told her finish with her hand that he wanted to see his cum on her face. It didn't take much longer and the first of several long thick ropes of cum sprayed on her face. She tried to move her face away but he held it still until he was finished. He told her to clean him with her mouth and then get the soap and scrub him from head to toe. 

Beginning with his hair she massaged the shampoo and then conditioner in rinsing both from his hair. She then took the bath sponge and lathered it up washing his back and chest working her way down to his cock again making sure to be gentle with him. She could feel him begin to grow again with her touches and moved away from there in fear that she would again have to have his cum on her. He then turned around and bent over with his ass in the air telling her that she will want to make sure that it is completely clean there for what was going to happen later. She washed his ass and in-between his cheeks and around his hole. She didn't know what he meant by that but she didn't think she was going to like it. She quickly finished his feet and stood up. He told her it was her turn to get clean and she needed to listen to him and do as told. As she shook her head yes, he asked her what was she supposed to say – Yes Master I will. 

He too shampooed and conditioned her long hair, making sure to get all the soap out – running the soapy sponge down her back he told her to lift her arms as he reached around with both arms and began to soap her tits rubbing the sponge under and around his fingers finding her large nipples and giving them a sharp twist that made her suck her breath in. he moved on down her belly and told her to bend over that her ass too needed to be squeaky clean. She bent over with her hands on the shower wall as he began to massage her ass with the sponge. She let a small moan escape from her lips when he brushed against her virgin ass moving down farther to her still sore pussy. He told her to spread her legs wider so he could get it really clean in there – taking the shower head he turned it on to the massage setting and aimed it directly for her pussy hole filling it with hot shower water. She was becoming embarrassed because she could feel herself getting aroused by this and didn't like it. She didn't want him to know that what he was doing was having an affect on her. Leaving the shower head filling her pussy he began to massage her clit with his thumb. That was almost too much for her to take – her legs almost gave away as they were so shaky. 

As he continued the assault on her clit, he moved the shower head to hit directly on her asshole. She jumped when she felt something hard pushing against her pussy, trying to get away from him, but only earning herself a smack on the ass. She bent back over with her hands on the wall as he continued to push his cock into her still sore pussy. She felt amazing to him, warm and tight, and her small whimpers giving him encouragement to continue. He replaced the shower head, pumping her pussy that was getting juicer by each thrust. He was happy to feel her beginning to respond to him by meeting his thrusts with her own. He placed his thumb against her asshole making her jump – he telling her to stay that he wasn't finished – he continued to fuck her pussy with his thumb firmly against her little asshole, he told her to grab her nipples and twist them. As she followed his orders, she felt waves of pleasure go to her pussy and a rush of juices surrounded his cock at the same time that he pushed his thumb deep into her ass. All of this stimulation was too much for her to handle and an orgasm hit wave after wave. He felt himself holding onto her tightly riding out her waves, her pussy had clamped down tight around his cock and he wasn't sure if he could move in her. 

He waited for her to finish before pumping his cock. Her pussy was over sensitive that she felt every movement he made and it made little ripples run through her body. He knew his release would not be long and when it began he shoved his cock balls deep inside of her and held her there emptying his cock into her pussy. When her was finished he reached over and turned the shower off. He handed her a towel and told her to dry him completely. She averted her eyes, ashamed that she had responded to his body that way. She rubbed him with the towel drying his body off completely. He clipped her leash to the collar and left her dripping wet leading her back to the bedroom.



Little One Ch. 02



"You look amazing Little one..." He says fixing his tie.

"Thank you Se-... Sir." I smile hooking my fingers into his belt loops.

I was wearing an outfit of his choice tonight. It was navy blue with crème buttons running down the front and a new pair of crème colored heels. I plant a kiss on his lips and he slaps my behind making squeal. 

"It's still sore you know? Sir." I ask pouting.

"That is the point Little one. Why would you get spankings if they did nothing to change your behavior?" He asks me smirking.

I chew the inside of my cheek thinking it over.

"Horny fun?" I say nonchalantly watching his eyes light up at the thought. He tilts his head smiling at me. I look at the ground blushing crimson. I can feel his grey eyes burn a hole through me. He raises an eye brow making a famous Sean face. 

"Remove your panties and be ready to leave in 5 minutes." He commands leaving me with my thoughts.

I reluctantly remove my panties looking at myself in the mirror. How did I get him? He someone so perfect and I so...imperfect. My dark brown hair swirls to the middle of my back with large green eyes and a dainty nose. Then there's Sean with his light brown hair and smoldering grey eyes. His shoulders are broad and he has a ski slope nose. He is wonderful. I snap of my trance realizing I've been here way longer than 5 minutes. I turn to walk out and see Sean in the door way frowning. 

"Ready?" He asks coolly letting my slip up slide. I take his hand following him out of our room.

Mindy and Jason are a very cute couple. Every chance they get they're touching each other in some way. I was so jealous. I sat next to Sean chewing the inside cheek. Sean had told me the rules on the way down. 

Do not speak unless spoken to.

Refer to Jason as Mr. Smith unless told otherwise.

Refer to him as Sir like usual.

Do not drink too much.

Do not look at any other men in the room besides Jason and any that speak to me. 

"Kathryn, you look wonderful!" Jason says to me as I sip my wine.

"Thank you Mr. Smith! You look fantastic as well!" I chime kicking myself for the extra. Sean will see that as flirting and scold me. 

Jason started to tell me a story and I felt a hand roam up my dress. I looked over at Sean eyes wide. He winks then continues towards my sex making me squirm in my seat. His fingers dance around my clit teasing me, slipping in me. I chug my glass of wine nervously.

"Kathryn went to Rhode Island once! Tell them about it babe" Sean says smiling.

"I err...Oh mi god. It was really nice. Like uhm...ohm.....The sights? So nice" I slur panting.

His finger explore me making me moan and lean into the table

"Someone's tipsy!" Sean exclaims continuing the party under the table.

"Busted!" Mindy squeals laughing.

I finish my glass of wine trying to relax. I try to scoot away from his hand failing. I pour another glass of wine finishing within seconds. I drink 2 more glasses feeling light headed. 

"Can I get a round of shots!" I call out before thinking. Sean looks at me angrily removing his hand from underneath the table. 

"Finally! Sean's a real freak if you know what I mean!" I say rolling my eyes. He sucks in his cheeks sipping his wine.

"We may need to leave..." Sean chuffs throwing down some cash, "We will see you two tomorrow!"

"Goodbye Jason!" I call winking at him. 

I drop onto the bed as soon as we enter the room kicking off my heels. My head is buzzing and I just want to fuck and go to bed. I peek over at Sean who is just staring at me. 

"Are you going to make love to me or not?" I ask feeling bold. He walks towards me frowning.

"Recite the rules I gave you tonight!" He demands removing his clothes. Picking up his bag he pulls out a little wooden brush and I groan crossing my arms. I call them out to him mocking his voice. I'd done it. In one swift motion he has me on his lap legs pinned under his knee. The brush hits my backside again and again. Every time I reach out behind me he smacks my hand away continuing his blows. 

"You broke four out of five rules. How embarrassing. This is only the first day little one maybe we should head home now!" He shouts leaving me feeling ashamed of myself.

"Noo! Please Sir!" I wail tears streaming down my face.

The brush comes down again making me yell even louder. I think of all the people hearing me and cry harder. After a few more smacks to the bottom I cry into his chest behind blazing. 

"I'm sorry that had to happen after a semi good diner. You will obey the rules given to you." He says sternly kissing away my tears. 

"Please love me Sir..." Is all I can manage to say.

He holds me close and then lifts me onto his member bringing me to release quickly. 

"I do love you." I whisper to him in the darkness around us.

"I love you too little one." He whispers back kissing my forehead. I fall asleep in his arm with stinging ass and singing heart.



Little One Ch. 02



Thanks so much for all the feedback! I'll address one quick thing before I go into the next chapter, the medical issue. I know it seems contradictory to say the girl needs medical attention and then to put her in a crate for five hours. I thought shut it plenty before I wrote it, obviously seeing the contradiction, but decided that riding a hospital asking questions would be a legitimate issue and would cause even more of a discrepancy. That said, please enjoy the next chapter, this one being a lot less brutal.

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The little girl was quiet most of the way home. I could occasionally hear her drink from her water bottle but other than that she must have slept, despite her pain, because when we arrived at my home- our home now- she was sleeping lightly. 

"Wake up, little puppy, we're home and I can get to work on fixing you up." I said gently. Her eyes fluttered open, somewhat startled, but then glazed back over to her rather unfocused expression.

I picked up the cage slowly, trying not to jostle her much. I didn't want to move her around and out just yet, not until I could lay her down in a proper place. I opened the door to the moderately sized cabin in the woods. I lived apart from many people and the nearest town was about twenty miles to the south. I enjoyed my seclusion, as I found most people to be rather dense and not worth interacting with. Besides, when I worked, if it so pleased me, I needed the silence that this place allowed for. I was a writer, a fairly good one I suppose, as it allowed me to live an upper middle class life without any real worry. My writing income paired with some small, but wise investing gave me a comfortable life. Of course, I must mention, had my late godfather not left me his life's earnings, owning my little one would not be possible.

As I unlocked my door and went inside, the sound of paws padded through the hallway to greet me. My ever so loyal border collie, Scout, met me with a happy smile. As I didn't venture from home too often, I'm sure he missed me. He sniffed the cage and cocked his head when he noticed it was a girl. He sagged his tail and licked the bars, obviously wanting to meet her. I pat his head and walked straight to the stairs and up to my bedroom will Scout bringing up the rear.

I set the crate beside the bed and unhinged the door. "Alright, puppy, let's get you fixed up now shall we?" I gently lifted her up and set her on my silky sheets. She sucked in some air but showed no other signs of emotion. Again, I was met with the sight of dried blood and bruises. My anger rose a little bit but I knew it wouldn't help her so I began to lightly feel her ribcage. I couldn't be sure by just looking, but by the shallow way she was breathing, she probably had a broken rib. Her left side seemed to be fine, which was a relief, being that it is of course the side where her lung resides. But when I touched the bottom rib of her right side, she shook and whimpered in pain. After making that discovery, I knew she had to be treated very gingerly for the next two months or so. 

The next order of business was of course the shoulder. I had been a field medic in the military for four years after I graduated high school, thus I felt confident I could put her shoulder back into place correctly. 

Scout jumped up on the bed gracefully and wrapped himself around the girl while tenderly licking a few cuts. Her small hand latched onto a patch of his silky hair.

"Alright, little one, this is going to hurt, but only for a second. I don't have any fast acting numbing meds so bear with me. I'm just gonna put you back in order, and then you can have some pain killers." I placed my hands on her shoulder and she shut her eyes tightly. I put one hand above her shoulder and on her collarbone, to guide it, and used my other to swiftly push the joint back into place. She squeaked and her grip on Scout's a fur tightened visibly. But she was tough, she didn't scream at all, which truly surprised me. The pain of putting a shoulder back into place is almost worse than pushing it out.

But it was finished, she was going to be sore, but she'd heal in time. Now I could move on to cleaning up all the cuts. Scout stayed with her while I went to the closet to grab my first aid kit. It had plenty of bandages, disinfectants and ointments perfect for cleaning her up. "Some of this might stings little," I warned, "but it will help you heal up faster." I started from her legs and moved up, taking time to clean each laceration. When I was done, I moved her to her stomach, trying to do so as slowly as possible to not cause issues for the rib. Her backside was far worse, and took much more time, but when I finished, she looked far better, minus the bruising, but only time would heal those.

Next order was to give her a bath. She obviously needed a gentle but thorough bathing and her long, dark hair needed untangled. I went to my bathroom, which was brightly lit and painted soft blue that complimented the white marble well, and drew a nice, warm bath full of lavender smelling bubbles. I went back and collected the girl from the bed. She was tentative to let go of Scout, but I told her that she would enjoy a hot bath.

I had also taken a few towels and put them on the tub floor, as I didn't think it would be wise to have her sitting on such a hard surface. She sighed when she was fully submerged. I first began by slowly combing her hair out, one strand at a time. There were a few bundles of tangles that I couldn't get out, so I opted to just cut them. They were small enough that it made no difference whether they started or left.

Soon, her hair was easy to comb through and ready to be shampooed. I spent lots of time massaging her scalp, which she seemed to enjoy greatly. She hummed slightly and the muscles in her face loosened visibly.

Her growling stomach reminded me to move on, so I rinsed her hair, washed her body, and conditioned her hair quickly. When she was all dried off and squeaky clean, I put bandages on the largest of the cuts and rubbed healing lotion all over her. I also wrapped her torso tightly with tough gauze to prevent more damage to her ribs. Luckily, it was definitely only a cracked rib and not entirely broken. I couldn't be sure that no pieces had chipped off, but I could risk taking her to the hospital for x-rays until it was absolutely necessary. I gave her one of my sweatshirts and sweatpants to dress in. I didn't have any clothes for her before hand, as I was waiting till I knew the measurements of the girl I bought to actually have clothes made. And furthermore, my clothes were soft and big and would keep her happily warm. She was dwarfed in the outfit, of course. Myself being 6'3" was much larger than her tiny frame.

I decided to let her lay in bed, protected by Scout, while I made dinner. I went to my kitchen and heated up some chicken noodle soup. Less than twenty minutes later, I brought a steaming bowl of soup, some bread and a sippy cup of apple juice mixed with crushed up Tylenol. She lay cradled in my arms while I fed her. She eagerly ate and drank.

"How long ago was the last time you ate, little one?" I asked. No response. "Why don't you speak? I promise I will not punish you." But she made no effort to speak, instead she made a grabby motion for the pink sippy cup. Obliging her, I started to think of things to call her. Obviously, I couldn't keep calling her little one and I don't know her real name. And I didn't want to use it anyway, it would be too much of a reminder of her old life.

I knew for a fact that one she was healed, I would train her to be my puppy girl, so a canine name was in order. "What should we call you?" I mused out loud. "Belle? No. That's more of a cat name. Lacy? Princess? Casey?" She idly drank the rest of her juice, not reacting to anything I continued to list off. "How about Cleo?" Suddenly her eyes perked up. "Do you like that, little one? Would you like to be named Cleo?" I scratched behind her ear. "That isn't your old name is it?" She she shook her head. "Alright. Then Cleo it is." I smiled. Cleo. It was the perfect name for a little pup, all cute and cuddly. I suppose she wasn't too affectionate yet, but I was sure in time she would come around. 

After helping her use the toilet, I placed her under the covers and I laid down next to her. Scout laid at the foot of the bed. Soon, we were all fast asleep.

**************

The next two months passed by quietly, without much variation from day to day. We would wake up in the morning whenever we pleased, and I changed her bandages and wrappings if needed. All of her cuts were gone as were the bruises, minus one particularly deep one, but even that was a pale discoloration. Her rib healed as well, and her breathing was much better. The shoulder was perfect as well, as I had been helping her with some daily exercise to strengthen it. She gained back all the weight she lost, and I was currently trying to make her gain more, as I preferred my girls to be on the chubby side. It was just more fun to play with.

Scout and Cleo became fast friends. He was always by her side, watching over her. When I finally decided she could go about on her own, without me carrying her, she took to exploring the cabin. On one condition of course: she had to crawl. Despite the fact that training had not officially started, she was still a pet, and that needed to be enforced. She didn't object much, but I did catch her standing a few times. A quick, light spank on her plucky ass was all she needed to remind her to stay on her knees while she ventured around the home. 

The upstairs was simply the master bedroom and a guest room, so she grew bored of that level quickly. The kitchen, living room, and dining room were all one in the same downstairs. The color scheme was warm toned with lots of red and brown. There was a large, brick fireplace that was flanked by two massive, ceiling to floor windows that looked out, unhindered, at the vast forest and mountains where my home was placed.

A short hallway branched off and held three doors, two of which were unlocked. The farthest door in the hall was not a room I wanted Cleo to see until she was ready for training. But the other two were perfectly fine. One was my office. Whenever I worked, I would have her lay in a wicker basket with a dog bed in it at my feet. She didn't seem to mind, and on those days, she mostly napped or would select a book from my library to keep occupied. Right now I believe she was wrapped up in the Chronicles of Narnia. I would idly scratch her head while I typed away.

On other days, we'd spend our time in my art studio. I quite enjoyed painting and drawing. I also had a beast of a Steinway & Sons. Grand piano. I had been playing side the age of five and my love for the instrument never died. I would play spirited sonatas and tinkering lullabies and graceful waltzes for my puppy while she lay in her puffy dog bed.

I gave her a sketch pad of her own to keep her busy if she wanted, but she never drew in it. 

Life was quiet, life was good. I was pleased to have Cleo for a companion.

But she had yet to utter a single word. 

I mean, she made some noise, hummed a little or whimpered to get my attention, but never did a single word pass her pretty lips.

Her eyes as well, seemed to get lost, and never truly focus on myself or anything else for that matter, except for when she was reading.

It was the day of her two months being with new that I grew worried. What if that sadistic place had truly gotten to her core and doused the flame? She had offered me no fight whatsoever on anything I said or did. She ate whenever and whatever I fed her, minus cheese I suppose, which she had a disgust for. She didn't mind being naked most of the time. She followed my instructions to exercise her shoulder and even walked on the treadmill a few times a week. She let me give her baths, she slept when it was time, she let me use her body as a canvas for one of my paintings. I depicted a lovely landscape from her torso to her feet and she had her lay sensually while I photographed my work.

She was perfectly pliable.

Nothing like the auction described. And again, I truly feared that she wasn't going to speak, that she was broken.

But dear thank God I was wrong.

Today was September first, and it rained all day. Cleo seemed to perk up on rainy days, she loved to sit by the big windows, all snuggled up in blankets, just watching the torrent come down. She did just that today, as expected, much to my amusement. She had a game she liked to play. She would put her two hands on the window, and trace the droplets as they came down. It looked as though she thought them to be racing, and this reminded me of my childhood, as I played a similar game on long car rides.

When it was lunch, I asked what she wanted, not really expecting a response but she trotted over to the kitchen on all fours and scratched at the cabinet that she knew held the cookies. I laughed and she looked up at me with big brown eyes. She almost seemed to be begging.

"Cleo, you silly puppy, you can't have cookies for lunch. You need REAL food."

She rolled her eyes at me. This caught me off guard, she had never done that before, and it was truly amusing. I decided to make some wheel shaped pasta.

Maybe after a month is when I started having her eat from a dog dish on the floor. She was surprised, I think, as I had been hand feeding her till that point. But again, she didn't show much emotion ate what I gave her. 

She happily ate her pasta with red meat sauce. When she was done, she nosed her purple dish, inscribed with her name and a cute bow, toward my feet.

"Oh, you are a hungry puppy, aren't you, little one?" I teased. She blushed a little and looked down at the floor. Of course I gave her more.

After three helpings of noodles and a few Oreos, we settled in my art studio. I was feeling the muse. Again, I gave her the blank sketch book and some markers.

After a few hours, I felt satisfied with my work and turned to see if Cleo's change in character extended to her art.

To my pleasure, it had!

She had drawn a purple dragon with its wings raised, as if ready to take flight. It was very pretty and I praised her greatly. She enjoyed belly rubs as much as Scout did and it was fun to watch her roll over and offer me her tummy. Her breasts were hard not to notice as well, being as perky as they were and all. But her nakedness seemed all natural to her now, and she did not mind.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and I was very happy with the sudden show of emotions, even if she didn't directly speak. When it was dark, the rain was still pouring as though Mother Nature thought the world had never seen it. In bed, Cleo curled up next to me and I held her as I had each night so far. Sleep came quickly.

I woke up rather cold, and in a dreamlike state I reached to pull my little puppy closer. But my hand only met cold sheets. I bolted up. Neither Scout nor Cleo were in the room, I jumped up from bed, scared she was trying to run away. But if Scout was with her, she was probably close, he wouldn't let her leave. I checked all the rooms I had, even the locked one, just to be thorough.

My eyes went to the door to the backyard. She wouldn't? Not in this weather?

Oh no, the door was unlocked.

I threw it open and ran into the rain.

"Cleo?! Scout?" I called out. A loud bark came from the edge of the clearing at the end of the yard. I ran through the rain and stumbled on my pair of pets. Scout was tightly wrapped around shivering, little, naked Cleo. She looked up at me and even in the dark I could see she was crying, something she had not done once since I first laid eyes on her.

I immediately scooped her into my arms and brought her back into the house. I wrapped her in warm towels and set her down before the fireplace while I made a roaring fire to warm her up. I was worried she would catch a fever if she had been out too long. Once everything was set up, and Scout was curled up next to the fire, I cradled her in my arms.

"Why did you do that, Cleo?" I looked at her with concern.

She shivered.

"I am so scared."

Her voice was small and childlike, perfect for her.

I was taken aback. She spoke. For the first time. And my gosh did she have the cutest voice. But her words were sad.

"Why, little pup? How have I scared you?" I asked.

She looked down and just slumped into me, going completely limp. "I'm scared because I was taken from my home and forced into a cage and then those men treated me so cruelly and th-the one man hated me so much and he beat me an-and he tortured me and then y-you bought me and kinda saved me but I know I shouldn't be happy because this is wrong but I feel safe with you but I should be fighting you and I miss my home and my friends and I'm so scared oh I'm so scared!" she whimpered out in one breath.

My heart broke. My poor little puppy... "Oh, little one, please do not be afraid of me. I will take care of you. It's all okay. You do not have to worry about a thing. You can live comfortably for your entire life, I will take care of you. And those men, or anyone, will not ever hurt you again." I stroked her wet hair. "As for what is right and wrong, you should not concern yourself with those matters. You are just a little puppy, those things are beyond you."

"I am not a puppy. I am a lady." She crossed her arms and tried to squirm out of my lap, but I held her tight.

"Do ladies eat from bowls on the floor? Do ladies crawl around on all fours? Do they sit at their master's feet?" I asked, pointing out some of the things she had come to do.

"Well... no! But I. You make. I just-" she stuttered.

"No, they don't. Puppies do. And, furthermore, I want you to be a puppy, so it shall be."

"No! You... you can't.. I don't want..." she was whimpering and burying her face into my chest.

"Think of how easy the rest of your life will be, little one. No bills. No job. No stress, truly. I will handle all of that human stuff. All you have to do is please your master, like every good puppy does." I show in a soft, but assertive hush. She trembled. Of course that sounded lovely. No responsibility? Who wouldn't be tempted by that? But of course that meant completely allowing her submissive side to dominate, as contradictory as it sounds.

"Don't you want to please your master, Cleo? Let me stand as the center of your world. You could not survive without me, know that. But oh my little, sweet pup, I can tell you are so naturally servile, it's exquisitely beautiful."

She whimpered. I could tell I was getting to her. "But. I'm a girl. And I. But, what if. How? I don't know what to do!"

"That's the lovely thing about giving in. As your master, I will make all those bothersome choices for you. All you have to do is obey my orders. Without question. Didn't that sound nice? I will take care of you."

She cried a little more, but I could tell she was tiring. I wiped her tears from her face and turned her chin up to make her look me in the eyes. Oh they were so lovely, so dark, but completely soft. Behind them was a little submissive being, dying to let go.

"Submit, puppy slave." I said in a very low tone that rumbled. Her eyes fluttered and she sucked in her breath. My voice had the desired effect. She was melting.

"Okay." She squeaked out.

"Okay what?" I wanted to hear her say what she was giving in to, specifically.

"Okay. I'm giving in, I'm just a puppy."

I smiled. "Whose puppy?"

"Yours."

"And who am I?"

She looked down. The word seemed to be on her next breath.

"Puppy, who am I?" I pulled her chin up.

"Master." She said with a whimper.

My heart soared. I stroked her cheek lovingly. Finally.

I was very excited about what I was going to do next, I had been dreaming about it since the day I brought my puppy home.




Little One Ch. 02



"Kneel with your head down." I commanded as I set her on the carpet near the fire. She sat back on her heels with her hands between her spread thighs and her head tilted towards the floor. 

"I will be back in a moment. Stay."

"Yes, Master." She whispered as I stood up and walked away. I went to the locked room, the playroom. I had furnished it with many structures to restrain my helpless puppy and filled it with toys for every sensation and I could not wait to subject my prize to all of the wonderful things I planned to do to her. But they would have to wait.

I walked directly to the wardrobe and pulled out two black velvet boxes. I opened the first, a square one, just to see its contents again. A lavender colored collar, two inches thick with white lace overlying the shimmery purple base, rested in the box. A small, silver, bone shaped dog tag hung down from the ring in the front. It read "Cleo" on one side and "Property of Master" on the other. Perfect for my baby.

The second box was longer, about a foot in length, and a couple inches wide. I opened that as well, to gaze at the luxurious trail I had made. It matched Cleo's dark hair perfectly. It was about a foot and a half in length, with silky strands that curled around like a Husky's tail. Attached to the base was a four inch butt plug with an inch and a half diameter. This would, of course, be the manner the tail was attached to my pup.

I closed the boxes and brought them back to the fire where Cleo was still kneeling. "I have a present for you." I could see her smile even though she was looking down. I knelt down to her and opened the collar box. "Look at it, little one." She gasped and tentatively reached out to touch it. She met my eyes.

"Is... this for me, Master?" 

"Of course, every puppy needs a collar. How else would anyone know she was not a stray?" I lifted the collar from the box and fastened it over her waiting neck. I fiddled with the buckled till I thought it was snug enough and then sat back.

"Stunning. Perfect."

She gave me a sheepish smile.

"Now the next part may be uncomfortable at first, but I will be gentle and I can promise that you will grow to be extremely aroused by it." I said. Her eyes flashed up at the word aroused. I suppose I had not advanced sexually towards her at all, so the sudden mention of pleasure of that kind might be a shock. "Turn around, nose to the floor with your ass in the air."

She did so, and I had to admire her lovely ass. It was just so damn thick, so soft and I'm sure it would turn a lovely shade of pink after a good spanking. But that would wait. I brought out the tail, and began to rub the plug on her pussy, which was incredibly wet. I pushed it in slowly, gathering her natural lubrication and spreading it up towards her even tinier hole. She must have figured out my intentions as she shrunk down with a little whimper.

"No no, bad girl, get back into position. This is happening. Don't fight it. That will only make it harder." I warned. She raised her ass back up and I continued to pleasure her with the plug until she was panting and shaking. I felt she was ready. I took the wet toy and pushed it against her virgin ass. She whimpered as the first inch slid in with no problem. I gently worked the other three inches in, but by gosh she was so tight. When her ass closed around the smallest point of the plug, securing it, she whined and wiggled her ass. The tail bobbed around cutely. Now my puppy was complete.

She turned around to look, and her eyes widened. "I have a tail!"

"Yes you do, little one. And it is not coming out unless you have to use the bathroom or I choose to use you there." I watched her get up and crawl, trying to get used to the new sensation. After a minute, she came and sat before me.

"Thank you Master," she said genuinely.

"You are most welcome, puppy slave."

Her reaction to the term slave was amusing. She looked like she wanted to protest.

"One more thing. Do puppies speak?" I arched an eyebrow.

She opened her mouth. But quickly closed it and opted to shake her head instead.

I smiled and ruffled her hair. "That's right, they don't. Only when their master commands it. But what do they do?"

Cleo didn't miss a beat, she was smart. She let out the cutest little "arf" I've ever heard.

"That's right! Good girl! Who's a good girl? You are!" I praised. She happily barked some more. I pulled her tight. Doors were opened and I couldn't wait to start training. But that would wait till we were rested. It was about three in the morning and Cleo would need sleep for what I had planned. So, we went to bed, Master and puppy, cuddled together warmly.



Little One Ch. 03



In the bedroom he explained that she belonged to him, that he had chosen her to satisfy his every need -- in bed she would be his lover, in the house she would cook and clean for him and then in public she would be his date to her that while she was in his home she would not be allowed to any clothing, but would always look her best. He wanted her hair done, makeup on and at all times clean. When they would be going out, her clothing would be chosen by him and she will wear it without questions. She would no longer be needing her job or her apartment that later in the week the would be gathering up only what was needed from it. He also. She would learn to anticipate his needs and wants and she would come to enjoy serving him. He also added that she would also learn to expect and enjoy the punishments that she would be receiving. She had tears down her cheeks but looked up at him from her position that had her kneeling with her hands behind her back and responded with a "Yes Master". He told her she now needed to get into the kitchen and make and serve him breakfast that everything was there to do so. On her hands and knees still she was led into the kitchen to begin her next chore as he sat at the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. 

She fixed breakfast -- eggs, bacon and toast -- all in the nude. She dished his and her plates, placing both on the table. As she went to sit down, he grabbed her leash and pulled her down to the floor asking her what she was doing -- slaves don't eat at the table they eat on the floor -- setting her plate on the floor next to his feet. She looked at him pleading. She refused to eat off the floor. She told him that she was not a dog and was done being treated like one. She picked the plate up and set it back on the table then sat in the chair. He looked at her and smiled, got up taking the leash in hand began to drag her across the kitchen. She was fighting him pulling back on the leash yelling and screaming at him all the way to the bedroom.

He got her into the bedroom and picked her up to standing position she was hitting and kicking at him, still yelling. He dragged her over to the saw horse and with some struggle got her wrists clasped to each of the legs. Her legs were still kicking -- he got one then the other clasped and the sight before him was wonderful. Her ass in the air perfectly round with a hint of pinkness still the earlier spanking. He retrieved a paddle from the drawer of goodies and smacked his hand with it. Her head jerked towards him -- he was excited that this time had come, he just didn't think it would happen so soon.

Slave he said -- what were you told? You are to eat on the floor and no arguments. It will not pay you to be defiant he told her, it will only please me to get to punish you like now and he cracked the paddle on her ass. She howled out in pain crying again. He smacked the other ass cheek receiving another howl in return. She quickly found herself pleading for him to stop. He stopped long enough to remind her that she forgot what she was supposed to say to him and then continued to spank her. I'm sorry Master she managed to get out he stopped for a moment and looked at his handy work -- her ass a bright screaming red with welts on both cheeks- and ran his finger down her slit, spreading apart her lips. He was pleased to find her pussy was wet again. He knew that this was a perfect match. He bent down to her ear and whispered that she could stop screaming anytime because he knew how much she enjoyed -- her pussy didn't lie and rubbed his wet finger across her lips.

Her face turned red and she began to cry. Never had she expected her body to react to that type of punishment in that way. She couldn't see him but heard him moving around the room opening a drawer again. That sound made her nervous because last time it was a paddle that came out. This time he came up behind her and began rubbing her pussy juices around her asshole. The same hole that betrayed her earlier that day by giving her the best orgasm yet. She felt pressure against her hole, and she wiggled trying to get away. No master she said please not there it's too small. He continued to push forward with his object. It was a butt plug he had picked up at the toy store that came with a pump so he could insert it and pump it up to stretch her ass and leave it there. Her whimpering was getting louder he told her to be quite or else. He managed to get it pushed in and began to pump it up she began cry louder and he smacked her ass with the paddle. I told you to be quite. 

He came back around with the gag -- the one with the ring that kept her mouth open -- and put it on that way she could still suck his cock when he wanted. He went back to pumping going farther than he originally planned because of her whining. He then picked an extra large vibrator from the drawer and made sure to show her it. Her eyes became wide with fear and she began to whimper some more. Back behind her again he put the head of the vibrator to her pussy that was still dripping wet and began to push it in twisting and pushing all the way. It was tighter than he remembered because of the butt plug but he stretched her and got it in. He then turned it on -- a pulsating vibe that hit a spot inside of her that made her moan. 

Okay Slave, your punishment for fighting with me is this - you will be left like this for one hour. In that time I want you to think about what you have done and how you are going to repent for disobeying. I will be in the other room and when I return I want you to show me how sorry you are. Oh and by the way -- the vibrator is on remote so if I feel the need I will change it and you won't know. And he walked out of the door.

She hung her head and began to cry. Even though she knew that it wouldn't solve anything she just needed to. She couldn't believe the mess she had gotten herself into. All she wanted was a friend maybe more eventually. She had always been too trusting towards others -- she left her hometown after a relationship went bad. It was a small town her family was still there. She had only had the one boyfriend and was still a virgin until last night. She still couldn't understand how she had allowed herself to act like that it embarrassed her deeply. She needed to pull herself together quickly the vibrations and stretching of her body was making it hard to concentrate. She could feel the pressure building in her pussy again like when she was having an orgasm. She was beginning to breathe harder and was wiggling more having her ass and pussy filled actually felt really wonderful to her -- being bent over this thing even though it was cushioned was not so wonderful -- she felt so exposed yet she found herself becoming more excited because of that.

She had to admit that he was very good looking. Tall, blond, green eyes and very very muscular. She had been attracted to him the first day she had seen him in the diner but she was so shy. She did notice that he always sat in her area and began to look forward to his daily stops. The day that he asked her for a drink she though her lonely days were over -- little did she know this is what was going to happen. Never in a million years would she have guessed that he was like this. She needed to work out a plan it seemed she would get almost ready to start cumming and he would change the vibration. She was becoming frustrated at everything. She knew she would have to apologize on her knees -- she hoped that he would take this out of her mouth her jaw ached and her lips from stretching around the wing she hoped they wouldn't split. She had to remember to use the Master and Sir. He really seemed to enjoy the blow job she gave him even though he stretched her mouth wide and made her choke. It was her first time giving head and she found herself wondering what it would be like to have him cum in her mouth. She would do just about anything to have him NOT spank her again. She didn't think she would be able to sit for at least a week. She hoped an hour was almost up because she could now feel the juice from her pussy running down her leg. She swore if she could just get him to touch that spot again that's all it would take.

She heard his footsteps coming down the hall and she began to panic. She hadn't chose her punishment and was scared of what was coming from him. The spanking that she had received earlier in the bathroom had hurt like crazy a hurt she had never felt before, and now this -- being bound and gagged with a huge vibrator that kept changing every few minutes in her pussy and something in her ass that hurt and was stretching she couldn't imagine anything worse. He came up behind her and began rubbing her ass with both his hands telling her what a wonderful perfect ass she has and how he couldn't wait for her to give it completely to him. She wasn't sure what that meant but she was sure she wasn't going to like it. He asked her if she had come up with a punishment for herself yet and she had to shake her head no to his delight. He tried to hide his excitement by telling her that was too bad that he was going to have to come up with one for her. She whimpered around the gag and could feel her tears begin to well up in her eyes. 

He began to rub her ass again it began softly but then it got rougher. Grabbing her cheeks with his hands, pinching each cheek hard enough to make her cry out. He moved down farther to her pussy and pinched her lips that were still stretched around the vibrator -- pinching and pulling the lips hard. To her relief, he removed the vibrator from her -- her pussy was over stimulated from the vibrations for the last hour and being brought almost to the peak and then shut down only to be brought almost back again had been torture. She knew she was wet she could her the sloppy juices as he removed it. He walked around pulled her head up and put the vibrator in her mouth and told her to clean her juices off. She felt like she was going to gag. Never had she thought she would be tasting herself -- it was more the idea of it than the actual taste -- she found herself thinking she tasted very sweet, like a sweet sugary syrup. Walking back to her ass he gave it a smack that made her jump. She was sore from being bent over in this position for so long and then to have the added tension of not knowing what was coming next just added to the pain. She felt his fingers slide in her pussy, playing in her juices -- first one then then another and another. She was so stretched it was making her cry around the vibrator and the ring in her mouth. He was excited that she was so incredibly tight and yet so wet. He pulled out his hand and grabbed the small paddle that was on the table next to him and gave her pussy a smack that sent waves of pain through her body. She screamed around the rubber cock in her mouth wanting to spit it out. Before she could catch her breath, another smack on her pussy and another and another. Tears streaming down her face and she could only hear him telling her that from now on if she continued to disobey him the punishments would be getting worse. She was shaking her head no wanting him to stop the stinging blows on her wet pussy.

He looked at his handy work -- wet swollen bright red pussy and dropped his pants. His cock was rock hard and needed to be released. Without warning he grabbed her hips and slid his cock balls deep inside of her. Her pussy was so tight and wet and her head shot up from its position. Her eyes were wide and still crying. He began hammering his cock out of her pussy at a high rate of speed. He could tell that she was close to cumming, but her needs were not his concern right now only his. Feeling his balls tighten he shot his load deep inside of her -- holding tight against her until he finished. Walking around to her face he removed the vibrator from her mouth and took the gag off also. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her tear stained face up and told her to clean his cock. She took him in and tasting his cum mixed with her juices sucked his cock clean. 

She would do anything to get him to let her up from this position. Finally letting go of her hair and pulling out, he bent down to look at her face. He asked her if she was ready to be an obedient girl and do what he asked and she responded with a "Yes Master". He was pleased and unclasped her wrists from the legs of the saw horse and helped her stand. She was stiff and her pussy was still on fire -- yet wet. He proceeded to unclasp her ankles and turned her into his arms holding her. He bent down and lifted her up and carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He told her to stay there he would be back. Walking into the bathroom, he wet a wash cloth with cold water, and began to wipe down her pussy, trying to ease some of the discomfort that she was feeling. She jumped at the cool touch of the cloth, but it felt good against her burning pussy. He was so gentle to her pussy that he had made sore, like trying to fix the damage that he had done. He told her to roll over on her stomach and continued to clean her ass.



Little One Ch. 03



"Thank you Sir...I enjoyed Vegas" I whisper as we pull into Sean's driveway.

He looks over at me smiling leaning down to give me a kiss. Our week in Vegas went by so fast. There was so much sex, so many spankings, so many playful moments, and so much sex. I smile at the thought. He gets out of the car and I follow.

"We can get our bags later." He decides narrowing his eyes, "I want to enjoy being home first." 

Sean's house was nice, yet far too big for just one person and a few house workers. I sometimes wonder if he gets lonely when I'm not here. Maybe he doesn't see me as anything more than a toy, but he did just take me to Vegas... 

"Is it ok if I go into the garden?" I ask hesitantly knowing he had other things in mind. 

"Later." He says grinning. I look at my feet chewing the inside of my cheek.

"You have got to stop that Little one." He states once we're inside his home. I look up at him confused.

"Have I done something wrong Sir?" I ask eyes wide.

"You chew your cheek. Why?" He demands looking down at me. I feel like a small child when he does this. 

"I-I do it when I'm nervous I suppose." I stutter looking anywhere but at him. His face falls and he takes my hand.

"Why are you always so nervous Little one?" He asks pulling me to him. 

"I don't know." I say before thinking. I know he hates when I try to avoid answering his questions with "I don't knows", but honestly I really don't know. I burry my face into his chest hiding from his burning eyes. 

"Go stand in the corner until you do know." He says calmly pointing to the living room. I can feel the tears coming, so I turn to walk away before he can see. Not even five minutes home and I'm in the corner. I stand still for about 15 minutes before I feel like I might lose my mind. I start tracing the walls with my fingers finding pictures humming the tune of some Bruno mars song. 15 more minutes go by and I begin to tap my foot. I feel his arms around me before I hear him.

"You are putting on quite a show Little one!" He spits in my ear, "I ask you to think about something and you want to sing a little song? Then have the audacity to tap your little foot!" My heart starts to race. His hands wander down my stomach undoing the button of my pants.

"I'm sorry Sir..." I pant feeling his erection on my back. He lets my pants to the floor and I step out of them quickly. 

"Sorry is just not going to be enough..." He whispers lifting my shirt over my head flipping me so I'm facing him. When did he get naked? His hands cup my breast making me moan. His hand slips down to my sex ripping off my panties. He flicks a nipple with his tongue making it grow harder. He pops it into his mouth suckling, nibbling, teasing. He repeats the sweet torture on my other breast making me shudder. I reach down to my sex circling my clit with my fingers.

"No!" He whispers harshly grabbing my hand. I begin to whimper yanking my hand from his. His picks my shredded panties from the floor securing my hands with them.

"Much better!" he groans lifting me of the ground and moves me to the couch leaning over the arm. He slips inside me easily, and I moan at the fullness. I meet him thrust for thrust rocking on my tippy toes.

"Oh yes Sir! I am yours!" I call out closing my eyes.

"Do not cum! This is not for you!" he yells against my back. I know I am close and I grab a pillow biting down on it. He shoots deep inside of me yelling gargled versions of my name. I'm about to beg for him to continue, but the shrill ring of the house phone interrupts me. He walks in 20 minutes later showered and fully dressed.

"I am needed at work. Get dressed and watch a movie. I will be back shortly." He says without a smile. 

"I'm sorry." I whisper walking over to him.

"I know you are Little one." He says leaning down for a kiss.

When he leaves I pull on a robe and lay in his bed. I don't know if I can do this.



Little One Ch. 04



I chew my thumb nail as I wait for Sean to arrive home. I need to know. I need to know what I am to him. Why should I waste time if he doesn't truly care about me? I look up at the clock. Another hour has gone by. It taunts me, ticking away. I grab his laptop to pass the time. The screen comes to life flashing a foggy picture of me in his arms. I snap it shut springing off the bed to pace around the room.

I'm 23 and I'm still given spankings like a child. I'm still sent to the corner and chastised. I do this to be with Sean, because I love him. What's the point if the feelings not mutual? I run my hands through my hair taking a deep breath.

"What are you doing?" He asks from the door way raising an eyebrow.

I stop and stare at him tears pooling my eyes. 

"Am I not allowed to walk without your permission oh great one? God! Do you even love me SIR?!" I demand filling with rage.

"Where did that come from?" He shouts walking towards me.

"No! Stay over there!" I screech backing away. He continues towards me and I fall onto the bed with nowhere else to go. I know I'm going to regret this, but I can hold it in any longer.

"Why don't you be a good girl and listen Little one. I will forget the attitude you just gave me if you stop right now." He says calmly rolling his eyes. Before I can take control of the situation my hand shoots out in front of me slapping him across the face.

"Little one I'm telling you now to calm down!" He spits overcome with fury. I try to scoot backwards off the bed, but he grabs my foot pulling me towards him. He presses his mouth against mine lifting my hands over my head.

"Sean! Stop! I want to talk!" I yell trying to kick him away obviously doing nothing but annoying him.

He presses me against the bed using his weight to pin me down. Reaching into the drawer of his nightstand he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. 

"I asked you to calm down." He says snapping them over my wrist securing me to the headboard. I try to buck him off me and that makes him laugh. I begin to cry harder looking away from him. He pulls on the sash of my robe revealing my naked body. 

"Sean I said no!" I squeal as he begins removing his own clothes. He has never acted like this. Never forcing me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with. I squeeze my thighs together and squirm underneath him.

"Stop resisting Little one." He whispers against my belly. I can feel his mouth travel to my sex with trails of kisses. A small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. He looks up at me with a dark smile. Moving directly to my legs he delivers small kisses down to my toes. I feel my stomach tighten and squeeze my eyes shut. He can't know I am enjoying this. Why am I enjoying this?! He moves back up my leg easily pulling them apart. Damn him. Damn him for doing this to me. He plants a kiss on my sex. 

"Tell me you don't want this Little one. Tell me you don't want this and I'll let you go right now." He murmurs softly. I chew over my answer thoroughly looking into his burning eyes.

"I want you to listen to what I have to say." I state choking back tears. Concern floods his eyes making me look away. He starts to move over me, and when I'm about to protest I feel his hands on mine undoing the handcuffs.

"Tell me why you are so upset Little one." He demands pulling me into his lap.

"Se- Sir I just am so confused about us!" I gush relief running through my veins, "What am I to you?"

He looks down at me confused. I nuzzle against his chest to hide my tears. 

"Kathryn, you are my lover, my submissive, my Little one..., But most of all you are my heart. I love you more than I ever thought possible." His words make me shudder. He loves me plain and simple. I stare at him with wide eyes..

"I love you too! I was so scared you didn't think of me that way!" I shout kissing him hard on the lips. A smile stretches across his face, and it's so rare to see this man give a smile full of pure happiness. 

"Your my everything Little one. I'd be nothing without you." He mutters cheek starting to blush. Sean Walker was blushing because of me. Please don't let this be a dream.

"I'm glad we have discussed the subject! Now I'd like to continue what I was doing." He says darkly pushing me onto the bed. I close my eyes feeling his lips on my in thigh. Then he begins. Lapping, sucking, and nipping all part of my part of the special treat. What a talented mouth working at my sex. I cum quickly and melt into the bed. I pull him on top of me, and he slips in slowly testing the waters. His pace quickens as he slams into leaving my fingertips numb. We find our release in unison collapsing tangled with one and other. We stay like this for a while no cares in the world.

*****

"Sir?" I whisper quietly not sure if he's still awake. 

"Yes Little one?" He answers hugging me closer to him.

"Are you mad at me for hitting you? Cause I completely understand if you are, but I am really sorry Sir..." I ask hiding my face. The answer is obvious, yet I need to know for sure that he is not still upset with me.

"I was mad at you for a lot of things. I am over it now. Though I should warn you, if you ever slap me again you won't be able to sit for weeks. That's a promise." He says kissing the top of my head. My heart stops for a second and my skin chills. Then I remember his soft words from before and snuggle against him.

"I love you Sir..." I whisper kissing his chest.

"I love you more Little one..." He says voice full warmth and love.



Little One Ch. 05



I clutch onto Sean's hand eyes glued on the car pulling into his driveway. One of my oldest friends Jolie was in town and staying here with us. I straighten out my dress taking a deep breath. She jumps out of the car running towards me.

"Oh Kathryn how are you?" She sings squeezing me in her arms. 

"Jolie I'm wonderful! This is my boyfriend Sean." I say in my most charming voice. I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. Jolie has a slim frame, bleach blonde hair flowing down her back in perfect curls, bright blue eyes, and freckles dotting her face. I plaster a smile on my face chewing the inside of my cheek.

"Hi Jolie, It's a pleasure to meet you." Sean says smiling. Her eyes roam down his body soaking him in. 

"Oh Sean it's great to finally meet you! Thank you for sharing your home with me!" She purrs flipping her hair, "This is way better than the crap you lived in when we were little!" I frown at the ground. That was a low blow. Why would she want to make snide comments about my past?

"Yes it is Jolie, but I do have a place of my own. I just stay here sometimes." I say politely grinding my teeth.

"Hopefully soon I can get her to just move in!" Sean says playfully kissing the top of my head. She turns to pick up her bags rolling her eyes. I feel my heart leap. Jolie Holder jealous is of me! Caught in the moment I turn around quickly pulling Sean in for a kiss. I feel her eyes on my back. Sean pinches me hard enough to get my attention. I hold in a squeal backing away from him. Jolie is leaking envy. 

"Let me show you to your room." I say tucking my hair behind my ear innocently. 

"Oh that would be lovely!" She spits at me angrily stalking off towards the house.

I turn to follow her, but Sean catches my arm pulling me close to him.

"Room fifteen minutes!" He whispers in my ear chilling my skin. I rip my arm away opening my mouth to argue. The look on his face tells me I should use my fifteen minutes wisely. He turns walking towards the house. 

"Ok! Geez!" I whisper purposely leaving out "Sir". He shakes his head slowly obviously angrier than before. Maybe a yes sir would have done me better.

I lead Jolie to her room and sit on the navy blue bed. Clouds are painted across a blue sky on the wall. When I need to be alone after a spanking I come in here. It makes everything seem normal almost.

"This is my favorite room." I say hugging a feathery pillow.

"Why would you do this to that poor man?" She commands throwing her bags towards me. I dodge them looking at her with wide eyes.

"I don't know what you mean..." I whisper looking at her in the eyes.

"Are you with him for his money?" She whispers harshly sticking a manicured nail in my face.

"No Jolie I'm not!" I say through my teeth slapping her hand away, "I love him!"

She snorts then sits down next to me.

"Well I mean look at all of this! You went from a one bedroom apartment on the bad side of town to...well to this!" She says gesturing around her. 

I feel my eyes start to water, and I shoot off the bed leaving her I the room alone. I run to Sean's room closing the door behind me. He's sitting on the bed with a straight face. I can't do this, not right now. I turn to leave the room, but he catches me by the arm pulling me over his lap.

"Why would you purposely make your friend jealous?" He asks rubbing my behind through the dress.

"Did you not see the way she looked at you...Sir?!" I demand into the sheets.

"You decided to make her jealous of you because she looked at me?" He says with a hint of humor in his voice. 

"Yes Sir!" I say smugly smirking out of sight.

"It was rude and you need to be kind to her. To be sure you remember that you're getting a spanking." He says hiking up my dress. 

"That's not fair!" I squeal hands shooting towards my behind.

"Little one you're acting childish!" He states slapping my hands away and tucking my legs under his knee, "Now do you understand why you're getting this spanking."

"Yes sir." I whisper burying my face in the sheets.

"I can't hear you." He says coldly hitting my behind once.

"YES SIR!" I yell shame bubbling inside of me.

"That's a great way to act when you're about to get your ass toasted!" He sighs tearing down my panties. 

His hand comes down hard on my behind before I can blink. I bite my lip to hold in my outburst. His hand comes down harder each time; tears start to flood my cheeks. After an assault on my sit spot my body goes limp giving into the punishment. He pulls me into his lap looking me straight in the eye.

"If you act improper at dinner in any way you will regret it." He says narrowing his eyes. 

I use the back of my hand to wipe my cheeks then get off his lap retreating into the bathroom. He follows me in watching me intently as I fix my makeup. As I finish applying mascara I see him mimicking the face I'm making.

"What are you doing?" I laugh turning towards him. My behind is on fire, but I'm finding it very impossible to stay upset.

"The faces you make are just funny." He shrugs chuckling. 

"You're making fun of me Mr. Walker?" I gasp hiding a smile.

"I believe I am." He says making another face. I move towards him kissing him hard on the lips.

"I love you Sir!" I laugh wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you too Little one..." He whispers hands traveling down my back. I move my hands from his neck to his belt unbuckling it quickly. He lifts me on the counter eyes never leaving mine.

"Tell me what you want Little one..." He says nibbling my neck.

"I want you to-.." I start interrupted by a knock at the door. I roll my eyes hopping off the counter.

"Remember what I said" He whispers raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Sir!" I whisper back letting my hands move into his boxer for a slight second to stroke his member. His eyes shine darkly and he pushes me out of the bathroom playfully pointing at the door.

I open the door and then my mouth hangs open looking Jolie over. She's wearing a tight black mini dress and matching pumps. I gulp looking over at Sean who is standing in the middle of the room eyes staring right at her.

"Wow ok!" I mutter closing my mouth watching him.

"Too much?" She smiles winking at Sean.

"We'll be in the car." I say slamming the door behind me.

When we get outside I turn to her quickly balling up my fist. She smirks at me flipping her hair.

"What the hell?!" I demand stalking towards her.

"What do you mean Kathryn? Don't be mad that your 'Boyfriend' finds me more attractive than you." She sighs rolling her eyes.

"How dare you!" I cry hurt, "I outta kick your ass right here –.." Sean's hand is on my shoulder and I'm suddenly frozen in my tracks.

"Lets go we don't want to miss our reservations!" Sean says through his teeth.

I peek up at him heart racing. He warns me silently to shut my mouth. Jolie climbs in the car without a word.

"S-Sir I-I..." I stutter starting to panic. I remember his warning and chew inside of my cheek.

"Little one if you don't shut your mouth and get in the car I will punish you right in front of your friend!" He warns quietly making my skin chill. Whoa. 

"Y-Yes Sir!" I say immediately rushing into the car. I look over at Jolie eyes watering. She opens her mouth then closes it frowning at her hands. She doesn't even realize what she has started for me.



Little One Ch. 06



Dinner is awkward because, nobody has anything to say. I'm contemplating my upcoming punishment, Sean is probably contemplating what he is going to do to me, and Jolie she is probably wondering what the hell is going on. 

"I'm so sorry you guys. I started this day real shitty." Jolie says out of nowhere placing her hand on Sean's. I sip my wine staring right at her. I'm about to have myself in check when I realize Sean hasn't moved his hand from hers. Her thumb is making small circles on his and he smiles at her eyes lurking around her body.

"Ok seriously?! What the fuck!" I demand shooting out of my chair, "Get your slutty hands off of MY boyfriend!" People from other tables stare at me and whisper.

"Kathryn please sit down!" Jolie whispers looking around, "You're embarrassing u- yourself!"

"Fuck you!" I smile pointing at her, "And fuck you!" I smile pointing at Sean who has his fist balled up and eyes burning. I walk out of the room pulling out my phone. I call a taxi to take me home, to my house. Without Sean or Jolie who can go fuck on the pool table for all I care. When the taxi arrives I am shaking with rage.

"Actually can you take me to the nearest bar?" I ask sinking into the seat. The ride is short and gives me no time to think. Thank the lord.

I drink beer after beer, Gin and Tonic after Gin and Tonic, and there is no stopping me. I dance with strange men. I do shots with strange women. I'm dancing with a group of girls when I feel two hands grope my breast. I look around to see a dirty man smiling down at me.

"Get your hands off me!" I yell pushing him off me.

"Come on baby. I'll pay you good." He growls pulling me closer to him.

"I said get off you freak!" I screech pushing his face away from mine

"You bitch!" He gasps slapping me hard across the face. I look around hoping someone will help me.

"She had it coming!" I hear someone yell. I run into the bathroom tripping numerous times. My head is spinning and I feel like I'm going to puke. I tear my phone out of my purse flipping it open. I have 10 missed calls from Sean and I sink onto the floor starting to cry. I call him back head pounding.

"Kathryn? Where the fuck are you?!" He demands making me jump.

"I don't know! Please come get me Sir." I slur crying harder.

"I'm on my way. Don't move or god help me." He commands and I hang up the phone rushing to a toilet. I throw up then rest my head on the cool seat. My body is trembling and the right side of my face is burning. I hear someone walk in and I kick the stall door closed. Half an hour goes by and I hear Sean calling my name, but my throat is raw and no noise comes out. I try getting up slowly, but I fall back down hitting my head on the wall. Tears are running down my face and I feel like I'm dying. Someone pushes open the stall door and I look up to see Jolie. 

"No! You stay away!" I squeal crawling out of the bathroom.

"She's in here!" She yells over the music pouring into the small space. Sean runs in face red. 

"Great! I get slapped by some freak and now Mr. ISpankMyGirlfriendForFun is here!" I say rolling my eyes. 

"Who the hell hit you?!" He demands pulling me out of the bathroom. I look around and see his face.

"I think it was him!" I whisper resting my head on Jolie's shoulder. Sean walks over to him and taps his shoulder.

"Yeah?" The man says drinking his beer.

"See that girl you hit? Yeah that's my girlfriend." He says slowly then punches him in the face.

Jolie yanks me outside as Sean continues to assault the man. 

"Oh Kathryn your face is swollen!" She cries, "This is my entire fault!"

Sean walks out frowning without a scratch. I feel my stomach tighten and I bite my lip. I start to cry again. 

"Sean! You beat that man up for me! You're like an angel!" I slur getting in the car.

"Kathryn Hun, I love you dearly, but if you don't stop talking I'm going to lose it." He says slowly letting each word sink in. 

"Ok geez." I mutter digging through Jolie's purse for gum.

"Need help?" She asks frowning. I find one and pop it in my mouth sticking my tongue out at her. I wonder what they did while I wasn't there. Oh god. Don't go there Kathryn.

"Thanks for your help." He says quietly thinking I can't hear him.

"No problem darling." She says putting her hand on his shoulder. I feel my stomach flip. Nope. Don't go there Kathryn.

"I got her. You can go to bed." He says to Jolie as we pull into the drive way. My heart starts to race. For some reason I'm just now realizing how much trouble I'm in. I look at Sean as Jolie walks into the house. He looks back at me with an eyebrow raised.

"How much trouble am I in?" I say avoiding looking at him in the eyes.

"Tons." He says matter of factly climbing out of the car.

"Like basement trouble?" I whisper as he opens my door.

"Oh yeah." He says making me sober up instantly. I quickly buckle myself back in staring at him with wide eyes.

When Sean and I first started seeing each other I always found myself in that damn basement. That's where he kept all the scary implements, where he took me when he was really pissed off. I shudder at the thought.

"Right now?" I asked frightened. He reaches over to unbuckle me amused by my reaction.

"Tonight, Tomorrow, and every other day until I decide you have learned your lesson." He says looking me dead in the eyes. My skin chills. 

"Se- Sir Please." I gasp as he throws me over his shoulder like a toy doll. I start to kick my legs and his grip tightens. 

"Stop it." He says coldly hitting my thighs with a loud slap. My heart is racing. I haven't been in the basement for months, and I remember how much pain I was in the last time he took me in there. He sets me down at the foot of the stairs.

"Go to the basement and be ready." He says griping my face in between his fingers.

"No!" I whisper loudly trying to push him away. The look on his face makes me lose my breath. Head tilted in dismay, eyes burning a hole through me, and jaw tight.

"Excuse me?" He asks grabbing the collar of my dress to pull me closer.

"I-I said no. I don't want a punishment." I say boldly even though I feel like shrinking. A smile appears on his face, and all anger has disappeared.

"Kathryn, you have 5 minutes to be down in the basement ready for me. If you aren't down there when I get there your punishment will be ten times longer and ten times worse." He says as sweetly as possible then walks away. I stand there frozen for a while assessing my options. I can go down to the basement and have the shit beaten out of me, I run to my car quickly and drive to my house and get the shit beaten out of me, or I can refuse to do what he has asked and get the shit beaten out of me. Option A is looking the best. I run down to the basement switching on the light. The room is mostly empty. There's a bed in the corner neatly made along with a couch and table out off in the corner. Canes, paddles, whips, and many more evil tools paint the walls. Fuck me. I sit down on the brown couch feeling the soft fabric. I embarrassed him in public, cursed at him, got drunk, disobeyed his orders the first time asked, and threatened my guest. Great... Just great. 

"Why are your clothes still on?" He says walking down the stairs.

"Sir please! Hear me out!" I beg as he crosses the room pulling down implements of his choice.

"Go ahead I'm still getting things." He smiles pulling out a gag.

"I-I am so sorry I displeased you Sir..." I whisper dropping to my knees. I am at a loss of words. Shame is clouding every inch of me. 

"You think you are now? That's a joke. I appreciate the apology though. Take off your clothes right now." He laughs not even looking at me. Tears fill my eye. I look down at my dress. I know that my punishment is official once I take it off. I look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please..." I whisper looking away from him.

"You have till the count of ten." He says coldly turning to face me. 

"Sir please no! Please! I'm so sorry!" I gasp through tears hands covering my face.

"You can cry all you want. You're not getting out of this." He says with a blank face, "1, 2, 3, 4..." I stare at him shaking my head. When he says 8 I pull off my dress quickly almost ripping it.

"If I can't see every inch of your body you're not naked enough." He says putting the items he collected on a small table. This only brings more tears and pleads.

"Right now Kathryn." He spits stepping towards me. I realize whatever I do at this point isn't going to make him go any easier on me. I take off my bra quickly then throw towards him. I repeat the process with my panties. He starts to laugh making me jump. 

"Why couldn't you just be a good girl for me? Huh?" He murmurs stroking her hair. 

"I-I'm sorry. I promise I'll be good. Please. I just want to go to bed." I cry feeling his warm hands on my head. He scoops me into his arms kissing away the tears.

"Shhhh. It's ok. You need this. I want you to remember how to listen." He whispers against my cheek quietly. I feel safe like this. With him kissing away my tears, telling me everything will be alright. He sets me on the bed gently tying my legs and arms to all four posts. The cold sheets make the skin on my stomach chill. He pulls off his belt looping it once.

"Ten with my belt. If you scream I'll gag you. Understood?" He says frowning.

"Yes Sir." I say clearly swallowing my fear. I deserve this. I knew what I was getting into. The belt his my sit spot without warning. My scream is muffled by the bed. It comes down again biting into my skin. The sound of it hitting me is worse than the feeling.

Smack...

Smack...

Smack...

Only five and I'm already done. I cry into the sheets loudly trying to pull my hands free.

Smack...

Smack...

Smack...

There's no way to get out. I'm right where he wants me. He continues to bring the belt down finishing this small part of the punishment. I know my behind is warm and pink already. I can feel it. He walks away again picking up a new implement.

"Now 15 with this" He says showing me a cane. I close my eyes and burry my face into the bed. He brings it down harder than expected. My skin is tingling with pain. I know I'm screaming, but I hear nothing but my racing heart. He sits down on the bed besides me rubbing my hair. I know it isn't done. He always gives me about 5 minutes to recover. Tears run down my face and I'm gasping for air. I can't look at him. It will only make me cry harder. 

"Kathryn?" He whispers placing his hand on the small of my back, and I burry my face in the sheets. I can't look at him. I will hate him for this. 

"Kathryn answer me. I know this-," I face him with puffy crying eyes.

"You don't know anything. You're.. You're beating me for being upset! You and that slut were flirting all night! You just let her!" I scream through sobs, "You let her make me feel bad about my shit life! You sat there and watched her dance I that fucking 2 inch dress! If even looked at a guy I'd be here in seconds! Untie me! Now! You make me sick!" He stares down at me baffled.

"Kathryn! I-I..." He looks into my eyes. He looks almost scared...hurt.

"Untie me Sean!" I scream wiggling around. 

He undoes the carefully tied knots his face twisting In confusion. I jump off the bed wincing at the pain on my behind. I ignore it and pull my dress over my head quickly. He grabs my hand and kisses me hard on the mouth. I dive in absorbing him. I push him away beginning to cry again.

"No. Just let me go. Just leave me alone." that's all I say as I walk out of the basement leaving him standing alone and hurt.



Little One Ch. 07



I grab my car keys off the table stalking into the living room for my jacket. I'm so going to regret this. Jolie's sitting on the couch weeping into her hands. 

"Oh Kathryn! I'm so sorry this night went so wrong!" She wailed wiping her eyes. I laugh and pinch the bridge of my nose. 

"Fuck you. Go fuck my- Sean. Leave. I don't care. Just leave me the hell alone." I sigh walking out of the house. She runs after me grabbing my arm. I spin around slapping her hard across the face. 

"Oh my god!" She whispers clutching her face. I stare at her amazed with myself.

"You're no friend of mine." I growl balling my fist. 

"How dare you put your hands on me! I have done nothing, but be kind to you!" she shrieks shoving my shoulder. 

"Shut the hell up! You have been nothing but a burden! How long have you been here? A day?" I yell pushing her away from me. 

"You're just mad because like always a guy likes me more than you!" She spits smirks dancing polished nail in my face. I feel myself begin to crumble. She was right it was like comparing pebbles to diamonds. 

"You're trash! You always have been! You are nobody! You know it don't you? You saw him looking at me? Wanting me? That's right bitch. You will never compare to me." She spits harshly leaving burning tears in my eyes.

"Fuck you..." I whisper then turn to walk away knowing I have lost.

"Jolie pack your belongings and get the hell off my property." Sean says calmly from the porch. He is looking at me, but not really seeing me. 

"Oh Sean. We were just chatting..." She says smiling innocently, lying bitch. 

"We both know that's a lie. You're just some slutty whore who is sometimes pleasing to the eye. I wouldn't fuck you if you were the only female on earth. You have 10 minutes, and then I'm calling the police." He states holding open the door for her. I look down at my feet avoiding his lingering gaze. She walks into the house amazed.

"I want to talk. I'll be back." He says before he follows her in paying me no more attention. I want to shrink. Run away from all of this. I sit down on the hood of my car. Jolie walks out a few minutes later juggling her bags. I feel my heart begin to race. She jumps into her car quickly speeding away. 

"Are you going to come inside?" He asks walking towards me.

"Can we talk out here?" I offer looking away.

"Fine if you want to." He sighs sitting next to me. I feel his fingertips gently trace my swollen cheek. I wince slightly and remember my horrible night. Tears roll down my face and I take Sean's hand into my own.

"I'm so sorry Kathryn..." He whispers turning me to face him, "I haven't been acting the way I should..." 

"Don't. Please Sir." I murmur kissing him gently.

"We can stop, and you can leave. If that's what you want." He whispers against my lips. 

"I don't want to stop. I like this just as much as you do!" I say quickly. This is the first time I have ever said it aloud.

"Then why can't you obey?" he whispers moving hair out of my face.

"Because, I can't do this... Not now at least." I say getting off the car. He grabs my arm roughly pulling me back.

"Kathryn if you insist on being difficult you can stay in one of the extra rooms." He sighs staring at the ground.

Kathryn you just did so well. You stood up for yourself don't blow it now...

"Yes Sir." I blurt out. I give myself a mental kick. 

"Great. Follow me." He smiles. It's a little off, and it makes my stomach stir.

He leads me into the house still wearing a dark grin. I follow him up the stairs, and down a familiar hallway. No- I remember this. I feel sick.

"What the-... Sean?" I start before he throws me over his shoulder throwing me into a dark room.

"I am sick of your disobedience. Tell me when you're ready to obey." He growls slamming the door shut and locking it.

"Sean! Sean! Please Sir! Don't do this! " I sob banging on the door. It's no use though, he is already gone. Tears stream my face all over again. I start pacing around in the dark room. A dull light flickers on revealing a small bed and night stand. The light shines on an object sitting on the white pillow. 

It's a pink collar with my name scrawled in sparkling letters.

God damn it Kathryn. 

I lie on the col bed and stare at the ceiling. I could have gone home. I could have avoided all of this, but no I had to run back like always. I hear footsteps- his footsteps. I pull the thin blanket over my head trying to hide.

"Little one?" He whispers unlocking the door.

"What?" I say tartly moving deeper into the bed. 

"That's why you are in here. Apparently you don't know how this works." He growls no longer feeling patient. 

"Please let me out Sir.." I whisper feeling the tears in my eyes, "I'm not some prisoner" 

"Kathryn you have been acting like a brat for days now. Maybe you need some training?" He says sitting on the bed. My heart is racing. What kind of training?

"You still don't get it!" I shriek into my pillow wanting to disappear. 

"Don't yell at me. That is your only warning. We can talk later."

"But-..." I stop because I know he has made up his mind.

"You can come out once you put this own." He murmurs setting the pink collar by my head. I sit up to looking him in the eyes.

"You want me to wear that collar? Like a dog?" I mumble picking the collar up to inspect.

"Yes." He answers simply pushing hair out of my face. 

"I- I can't!" I whine putting it in his lap. 

"You can. I'm not putting it on for you." He says reaching to give it back. I push his hand back roughly scooting backwards. His face hardens.

"No Sir please!" I squeal covering my face.

"We can do this my way, or your way." He offers narrowing his eyes. I shake my head letting tears spring from my eyes. He gets off the bed sighing, and for a second I think he might let me out.

"I was hoping you would just comply." He frowns reaching to remove his belt.

"Why are you doing this?" I cry slowly unlatching the black clasp. I put it around my neck fastening it back. He smiles slowly observing the collar.

"Good girl!" He exclaims bending down to give me a kiss. 

I cover my face. I'm wearing a collar. This is unbelievable. 

"Let's go get you cleaned up. Then we can discuss new rules." He grins.

We walk to the living room, and I notice him occasionally looking back to admire the collar. 

"Let's talk rules!" He smiles gesturing for me to sit.

"Are you angry with me?" I ask looking at my feet. Usually I would try to distract him, but right now I just want to avoid being punished in any way. My backside stings in response.

"No longer will I tolerate the disrespect you insist on showing." He says sternly sitting across from me.

"Okay." I whisper avoiding eye contact.

"Excuse me?" He asks narrowing his eyes.

"Yes... Sir" I mutter chewing the inside of my cheek.

"There will be no more warnings." He added smirking.

"What?!" I exclaim. I rely on warnings.

"You heard me." He says in a low voice.

"I have to have warnings or else I will fail at pleasing you!" I whine running my hands through my hair.

"Don't argue." He warns frowning.

"Sir wasn't that a warning?" I ask confused. When am I going to learn to just shut up?

The doorbell rings sending my mind into frenzy. Sean walks into the foyer clearly furious at my smart mouth. 

"Get in the corner" He orders pulling open the door. Why am I listening to him, because I love being told what and when to do something.

"Kat! Loving the collar!" says a familiar voice. My stomach churns. I'm aching to turn around, but I know it wouldn't be in my best interest.

"She has been extremely disobedient." Sean sighs moving behind me.

"Sounds like her." Says the familiar voice. It cannot be him. Can it?

"Kathryn turn around and say hello." Sean sighs.

I spin around quickly to see the man. It's him.

"Jacob?" My heart is beating rapidly. I haven't seen him in months. His sea green eyes peer at me and a smile stretches across his face. Stop Kathryn. This is bad. Real bad.

"So you are not being very respectful to Sean?" He frowns narrowing his eyes in a special Jacob way.

"I- I- was not.. I was..." I stutter watching his jaw tighten. Sean walks back in carrying a beer. I left Jacob for Sean about a year ago. I left because I needed more- this lifestyle. Only later did I realize Jacob wanted the same thing.

"I have asked Jacob to watch after you while I am away for the next week." Sean says nonchalantly, "I heard he has done well with his pets, and I know you already know him." Is this a test, or does Sean not realize what he is doing.

"I'm leaving early morning." He continues sipping his drink, "You are to obey his every order. He is permitted to punish you if you don't comply."

Jacob is flashing his pearly white teeth, and I can feel my stomach clench deep down. 

"Yes Sir." I whisper letting my eyes fall to the ground.

"Wipe the tortured look off your face. We're going to have fun Kat..." Jacob whispers in my ear chilling my skin.

Yes, fun.



Little One Ch. 08



I watch Sean pack silently. I know he is still angry about last night, and I'm pretty amazed all I got was 5 minutes in the corner. For some reason that made me feel guilty.

"What is it?" He asks turning to me.

"Can you find someone else to watch me?" I mutter chewing the inside of my cheek.

"No. Walk me out please." He chuckles throwing his bags over his shoulder. I walk him to the door wearing a frown.

"I will see you Sunday. Love you Little one." He murmurs into my hair. Do I love you? I dismiss the thought.

"See you Sunday." I whisper as he walks out the door. I watch him drive away giving a small wave.

"Morning Kat." Jacob calls making me jump, "Hungry?"

"Nope." I say slamming the door. I turn to leave only to bump into his chest.

"I don't know what Sean takes from you, but I don't take shit. Get it?" He growls looking me in the eyes. His words chilled my skin. I always assumed Jacob didn't have anything but a sweet side. I was most defiantly wrong.

"Yes." I mutter squeezing my thighs together.

"Yes what?" His stare is cold. 

"Yes Sir." I say louder squeezing my thighs tighter. 

"Now, let's go have a look at your wardrobe." He says smiling.

"May I ask why?" I pout crossing my arms. Bad move Kathryn.

"Because I said so..." He spits holding my face in between his thumb and index finger. 

"Yes...Sir." I gasp turning to lead him to the room. This is too fucking coincidental to be true. Right when Sean and I start losing our spark the ex-love of my life shows up. 

When we get to the room I lead him to my closet in which he immediately starts pulling out clothes and throwing them in a pile. His phone pings, and he glances over it smiling briefly. He sets on the shelf and continues looking over the clothes.

"Who bought you this?" He asks holding up a brown turtle neck face twisted with disbelief. 

"Sean did!" I exclaim offended. It was hideous, but it was the first gift he gave me.

"Yuck, yea in the pile you go!" He laughs shooting me a smile, and again with the squeezing of the thighs. I steal secret glances at him tan skin peeking from under him shirt when he stretches to get stuff on the higher rack of clothes. I watch him sweep black hair out of his eyes as he looks over each article of clothing.

"Admiring the view?" He asks playfully winking at me.

"W- what?" I stutter looking at my feet. I feel my cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink. 

"I am messing with you..." He mutters throwing a purple long sleeve into the pile.

"What are you doing with my clothes?" I blurt out. I study his expression to see how he feels about outburst. 

"Don't question me, but I am picking out the things you will not be wearing while I am here." He says simply clicking his tongue. 

"Sean lets me wear what I want." I blurt out again testing him. 

"Well Kathryn I don't." He sighs walking over to me, "I know what you are doing, and I'm telling you to stop." I look at him innocently as if I have no clue what he is talking about.

"What?" I ask sweetly.

"I really don't want to spank you on the first day here... then again I do." He whispers in my ear coldly.

"Sorry Sir." I say quickly looking at the pile of clothes.

"You may wear the ones on the rack and nothing else. You may wear panties but no bra." He orders picking up the pile of clothes, "I'm putting these... somewhere where I don't have to see them. Get ready for the day and be ready to go in 20 minutes. Please." 

Please? He walks out of the room closing the door behind him. I pull the thin night gown over my head watching myself in the process. I fall onto the unmade bed closing my eyes. My panties are soaked, and I can't help myself. My hand roams down my belly and towards my sex, and then skipping over it into my inner thighs. My other hand is rubbing at my breast. I know I shouldn't, but all I can think of is Jacob's warm breath at my ear spiting orders... 

"I forgot my phone!" Jacob announces walking through the door. I of course was caught in the act. He narrows his eyes crossing his arms.

"I- I can explain." I choke watching his expression. He looks mad, but how would I know.

"Tsk tsk. What are we going to do about this?" He asks rhetorically.

"Please Sir." I beg looking at the grin forming on his face.

"We will handle it later. I'm feeling generous." He sighs dramatically, "Now get dressed. This time resist touch yourself. You have 10 minutes and no more than that."

He grabs his phone and walks out of the room. I rush into the closet looking over the clothes I have left. I pick out a pink zip up—that I didn't even know I had—and a pair of black shorts. I look at myself and frown. This will have to do. I scoop my hair into a pony tail, and slip on a pair of black flip flops. Why do I care what I look like anyway? It's only Jacob... I rush into the bathroom quickly putting on a dash of makeup. 

"3 minutes!" He calls from down stairs making me trip over my nightgown trying to get to the door. I run down the stairs and meet him by the front door.

"Oh wait I forgot..." I mumble reaching to remove my collar. He looks at m shocked, "What?"

"Are you not proud to be Sean's?" He demands grabbing my hands and pushing them by my sides.

"No. I mean... that slipped." I stutter looking at the ground.

"Do you ever know what you want?" He asks letting go of my wrist. That hurt. I know he is right though, "Take it off if you are ready to leave him, but if you want him still...wait for him to remove it."

He walks outside towards his car, and I follow after him not daring to touch my collar.

"What can I get you today?" A small blonde asks checking Jacob out.

"I would like two cokes and two cones, strawberry for me, and chocolate chip cookie dough for the lady." Jacob answers shooting her a glorious smile.

"Ice cream... Sir?" I smile as soon as the blonde bounces away. 

"You used to love when I took you out for ice cream. You especially loved it when you had something on your mind, so why don't you go ahead and spill it?" He says softly reaching out to take my hand.

"Nothing..." I whisper. My skin is tingling at his touch.

"I'm not asking you to tell me. I'm telling you to tell me." He orders removing his hand from mine. I resist from sticking out my lower lip to pout.

"I don't think I want to be with Sean anymore. I miss you. Take me away from this entire ordeal Sir" That's what I wanted to say. I wanted to confess to Jacob and then crawl into his arms in cry.

Instead I say, "You aren't the boss of my emotions." I'm rewarded with a cold stare.

"Yes I am. I recommend you don't smart off to me again." He growls leaning towards me, "Now tell me what's wrong. Holding it in isn't healthy." I smile. Sean would have told me to stop being cry baby and dismissed me from where ever he was. This made me feel loved.

"I don't know what I want anymore." I sigh putting my head in my hands. 

"You tend to do that. I feel like you aren't telling me everything, but it has been awhile so you can tell me when you're ready." He smiles taking my hand again. The tingling sensation returns.

The blonde brings back our cones and drinks. We eat in silence. I feel him watching me, and I look up to see him smiling at me. 

"You ready?" He asks cleaning up our mess. Including mine...

"Yes." I smile cleaning up what he couldn't get.

We arrive back at the house an hour later, and I'm still a little surprised by his display of—caring about me? I remember that I'm technically in trouble as soon as I walk through the door.

I spin around on my heel and ask, "Are you going to spank me?"

"There are other forms of punishments... Spankings aren't the only things that work..." He answers surprised. That makes me think. Sean has only ever spanked me or sent me to the corner, "I want you to undress." I look at him surprised but follow instructions without complaining. He looks over my nude body which makes me blush head to toe.

"I want you to stand right here in front of this window, and don't move until I tell you to. Understood?" He demands pulling back the blinds.

"People will see me!" I squeal covering my body.

"Okay then, I have other ways to—..." 

"Fine Sir! Never mind!" I interrupt. He smiles in response.

"You understand why you are being punished?" He asks.

"Yes Sir." I mumble filling with shame.

I move in front of the window and begin to relax it is dark outside. No one can see me. A car drives by... then another... and another. They can see me. I close my eyes trying to relax. I see the head lights through closed eyes. I feel myself become wet. 

"Go shower and go to bed." Jacob calls from right behind me. 

"Thank you Sir." I reply not missing a beat.

I turn to go to shower, but he catches my arm pulling me towards him.

"Did you have a good day?" He questions flashing his perfect teeth. 

"Yes sir." I answer feeling my stomach tighten deep down. My nipples harden against the fabric of his thin shirt. Then he does the expected. He leans down kissing me passionately. I kiss him back immediately. I thought there would be some kind of hesitation, but I just moved to my tippy toes and moved my mouth against his.

"Good night." He murmurs breaking the kiss.

"G- Goodnight..." I stutter breathless. My head is spinning by the time I get to my room. I touch my lips; they are tingling as I expected them to be.

I quickly take a shower and climb into bed chewing the inside of my cheek. I think about how I have felt today— happy. Truly happy.

I move my hands my neck, and I remove my collar.



Little One Ch. 09



I toss and turn for what feels like hours, but when I look at the clock it's only been 45 minutes. I frown at the dark ceiling. Things felt right with Jacob tonight. Sean made me feel controlled, but I also felt used. I read once that both parties benefit from the lifestyle; all I've gotten is a sore bottom and hurt feelings. That's defiantly not what I signed up for. When I was with Jacob I felt protected and cherished. Not just today, but I always have. I'm coming to the conclusion Sean has no clue what he is doing...

"Why are you awake?" Jacob asks sternly jerking me back from my thoughts.

"I- I... can we talk?" I stutter looking at his dark silhouette. 

"Okay. I'm listening." He answers quickly. I know he is smiling and that makes me smile. He moves towards me and sits next to me on the large bed.

"I'm not proud to be Sean's." I say simply feeling my eyes start to water.

"Well Duh. I wouldn't have kissed you if I thought you were." He murmurs caressing my cheek. I'm glad he can't see me because I know I'm scarlet red.

"What do I do Sir?" I ask holding back the tears.

"You let him know and move on..." He says in a tone that makes me feel dumb.

"He'll be angry..." I whisper chewing the inside of my cheek.

"I know Kat, but it's not right to string him along. He is a person. He needs to find someone that can deal with his...erm... uneducated on the subjectness..."He grins obviously loving his choice of words.

"But-..." I start beginning to sob.

"No 'buts'. In the morning you have two choices. You can call Sean and tell him how you feel, or you sit here and be dishonest. That's not an offer." He says sternly. I know his eyes are narrowed, jaw is tense, and he is completely serious about the matter. 

"Yes Sir." I whisper sniffling.

"Okay then. Go to bed— Now." He orders then gets off the bed to leave. I grab his hand without thinking and pull him back gently.

"Will you just lay with me? Please Sir?" I ask softly hoping he doesn't mind my touching him.

"Yes." He replies just as soft climbing in to bed with me. He lies on the bed slowly then pulls me towards me. I can feel his bare chest against my skin. I listen to his breathing as his chest slowly expands and contracts underneath me. I squeeze my thighs together as tight as possible as I feel his erection press against my hip.

I want to run my fingertips across his chest and down his happy trail, but I know that will only bring me some type of trouble. I hear his soft snores and relax. This feels so right. Like this is how things should be. I fall asleep on this happy note, and dream of Jacob.

"Wakey, Wakey..." Jacob whispers kissing my neck, "I made you breakfast."

I suppress a groan and turn over to give him a wide smile. His expression darkens and he lifts me up into his arms in a swift motion. He carries me to the kitchen singing some song about beautiful girls.

"So my Kat tell what you have decided." He sings setting me in a chair at the table. Something about the way he says 'my' makes my head spin.

"I decided that I'm going to call him at noon to inform him of my departure." I sigh biting my thumb nail.

"That's a nasty habit. Don't do it anymore, and I'm glad to hear you made your decision." He rants setting a plate of pancakes in front of me. I release my nail and sit on my hands.

"You're glad to hear I'm going to leave Sean; which will probably lead to a severe punishment." I smart off rolling my eyes. I regret it as soon as I do it.

"I have a thing about rolling of the eyes." He starts sitting next to me, "I don't like it at all, but I'll let this one slide since you didn't know." 

"Sorry Sir." I mumble ashamed of my reaction.

"Where will you go after you let him know?" He asks passing me a fork. It takes me a second to answer.

"To my apartment." I shrug cutting my pancakes into neat triangles.

"Which is where?" He asks staring a hole through me.

"5 miles past the Wal-Mart." I answer shrugging again.

"Nonsense- You are going to come stay with me. Now eat." He mutters stabbing a piece of his food. It was clear the conversation was over.

I have been staring at the phone for the last 15 minutes. I want to call, but every time I work up the courage it crumbles down quickly. Jacob gave me a deadline of 1:30. It's now 1:15. Come on Kathryn. You can do it. I dial his number and listen to the shrill ring of the phone.

"Hello?" Sean answers sounding annoyed.

"I'm done." I whisper looking at the floor.

"What?" he demands hissing into the receiver.

"I don't want what we have. I don't want you. I'm done with you." I hiss back harshly with adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"Kathryn just stop and-..." He starts before I cut him off.

"No. I'll be out of your house today. Don't call me." I mumble hanging up. I turn off my phone, and watch Jacob slowly walk in the room.

"Ready?" He ask cautiously raising an eyebrow. I throw my purse over my shoulder.

"Ready." I smile following him out of the house.

Jacob's house wasn't as big as Sean's, but it had a homier feel to it. He led me up to the guest bedroom, and helped me get situated. I hadn't brought much. Some clothes and personal belongings, but besides that I packed light. 

"Thank you Sir." I whisper as I hang up a maroon tube top.

"You're more than welcome Kat." He smiles smelling a bottle of perfume I brought, "Wear this stuff to dinner it smells good." 

"Yes Sir." I laugh sitting next to him on the bed. He sets his hand on my thigh and looks me in the eye.

"I want to ask you something." He says hesitantly rubbing my leg. I nod mesmerized by his touch, "Would you ever be...mine?" I open my mouth to talk, but am interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

"Mr. Hawkins? Dinner is ready." A frail voice calls from behind the door.

"Thank you Ms. Canon, carry on." He calls not moving his eyes from mine.

I wanted to say, "Awkward!" and get a laugh, or "I'm hungry." to stall. I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to say yes and drop down to my knees and sit at his feet. But I needed to take things into consideration. I just left Sean— who is probably fuming at the moment. I finally broke the bone chilling stare to look down at my hands.

"It's ok. I get it." He mumbles looking away, "I just thought—..." I lean towards him and kiss him hard on the lips. This was a surprise for me, but I knew how I felt. What was the point of waiting?

"Yes." I whisper against his lips. He pulls me closer grabbing a hand full of my hair. He jerked my head back trailing kisses down my neck and collar bone.

He nibbles my sweet spot making me moan. I grind against him subconsciously taking a tall drink of what was happening. He pushes me against the bed hard enough to let me know who is in charge. He rubs my sex through my jeans using the other hand to rip down my shirt revealing two greedy breast. 

"Oh sir..." I moan as he flicks his tongue at my nipple. He slips his hand into my clit running his fingers down my clit slowly. I cry out when he slips his fingers into my dripping cunt. He moves them quickly and talentedly. His mouth never leaves my breast. He nips, licks, sucks, and teases them as I buck against his hand. I'm about to reach my climax, but he removes his hand leaving me panting.

"Taste yourself." He orders popping his fingers in my mouth, "Are you not the best tasting women?" I blush and lick his fingers clean.

"Thank me." He says with no trace of humor.

"Thank you Sir. I greatly appreciated that." I say loud and clear letting a smile form on my flushed face.

"You're welcome Kat. It was my pleasure." He replies winking, "Get ready for dinner."

I go into the guest bathroom and look at my reflection.

I have a dumb smile playing on my lips, my eye are bright, and I'm radiating happiness. I sprits on the perfume he liked, and giggle to myself like a love sick teenager.

"Kathryn?" Jacob calls from downstairs.

"Coming Sir!" I call in a sing song voice humming to myself on the way down the stairs.



Little One Ch. 10



It has been one month since I left Sean. Things are wonderful with Jacob, but at the same time I regret leaving so suddenly. Not because I want to be with him anymore, because every day has been filled with threats and fear.

"I'm going to find pretty boy and kill him." Sean growled into the phone. 

"Please stop... Please if you ever loved me stop..." I whispered heart beating a hole through my chest. At the time I didn't realize how much I really did care for Jacob and was more concerned with my safety, so I stayed expecting to be tended to like a helpless child. Two days I got another call.

"I'm going to find you and scar your pretty skin. Then I'm going to beat pretty boy till he begs me to kill you instead." He sighed. I remember him sounding like he was happy to be given the opportunity. I also remember officially deciding he was crazy. By then me and Jacobs love was sprouting and swirling in the air...

I tried to leave that day. Jacob grabbed my arm hard enough to get my attention, yet not hard enough to hurt me.

"I brought you here to protect you... I knew what I was getting myself into..." He murmured into my ear. I was sure I wanted to be his then. I didn't hesitate to show him that.

. . . . .

"I should get a job..." I call slurping a cherry popsicle.

"No you shouldn't." Jacob calls back popping his head in for a second leaving the broken garbage disposal. He had a screw driver hanging out of his mouth, and pointed at my popsicle which was dripping sticky syrup all over my jeans.

"Shit.. For real though, I want to be an employed citizen." I smile walking into the kitchen to wipe off my pants.

"Kathryn I said no. End of discussion. Especially not while Sean's out on his rampage." He spat in disgust obviously beginning to get mad. I walk towards him and lay my head on his chest.

"It's okay. No means no right?" I sigh mildly disappointed.

After only one month of being with Jacob —not counting the four months before I met Sean— I discovered his different ticks, had the rules memorized, and was the best I had ever been. I had only gotten a few punishments here and there, but all in all I liked to see him pleased with me. He was a lot stricter than Sean. When he said something you didn't have a few minutes to stop and think, but he was fair. He knew when he was wrong, and gave me what I truly deserved. None of that 'every punishments going to be a spanking because I'm your master' stuff. Which by the way, me and my bottom don't miss in the slightest. 

"Thank you. Now go upstairs shower and change into the dress I laid out for you. The dinner guest will be here at nine." He mumbled glancing at his watch.

"Yes Sir." I grin looking up in hopes of a kiss. He looks at me for a minute then leans down to give a soft kiss on the lips. My stomach stirs and I kind of want to rip off my clothes and offer myself to him.

I skip to the bathroom running my fingers on the walls. I remove my clothes once I have the water running and climb in. I lather my body with special care, first my legs, then arms, torso, and finally I wash my hair sighing. I haven't slept well in days. Shadows dance across my room and it's impossible to lay still with the thought of Jacob getting hurt. I climb out fatigued by the hot water. After wrapping in a plush pink towel, I slouch to my room eyes casted on the ground.

"What's wrong love?" a voice asks from in front of me. I squeal and look up to see Jacob's face twisted in confusion.

"Goddamn it! Jacob you CANT just sneak up on people like that! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I screech. My hand moves to my mouth as soon as I'm finished.

"Yup, room." He frowns pointing at my door.

I walk slowly head bowed in shame of my outburst. I sit on my bed eyes filling with tears.

"Okay. Tell me what's wrong." He whispers sitting next to me. I start to sob. He's so wonderful to me. I lay my head in his lap and confess about my lack of sleep and dreadful nightmares. He nods sympathetically stroking my hair.

"I- I'm so s-sorry!" I hiccup hugging his leg. His sea green eyes peer down at me.

"I know you are. I'm setting this alarm. I want you to take a nap, and when this goes off it's your own responsibility to get up and get ready. If you're late to dinner there will be consequences." He coos then leans down to kiss my forehead. I nod gratefully then move under the covers pulling them up to my chin. He walks out silently. I fall asleep within minutes.

. . . . .

I get up two minutes before the alarms goes off. I walk back to the bathroom to dry my hair and apply makeup. I practically run into the room to put on the dress Jacob left for me. It's dark blue with swirls of white. Sparkling buttons run down the front. It clings to me thoughtfully ending right above the knee. I hear someone walk in, and assume it to be Jacob.

"It's beautiful... Looks like the night sky..." I murmur dazed by its beauty. I turn around to face him, but I'm the only one I'm the room. I move to my window and look outside. The wind is blowing wickedly and it's far too dark to see past the driveway. It's all in your head Kathryn. You're fine. I pull on the white pumps quickly and shuffle down the stairs continuously looking behind me.

I find Jacob in the dining room inspecting the help's work. He looks up at me and smiles. I decide not to mention the incident in my room. I don't want to spoil our evening. I feel a grin stretch across my face, and I walk over to my position at the front door.

"Good girl!" He admires following me, "I didn't even have to remind you!"

I blush at the praise, and turn to him.

"Thank you Sir..." I smile drinking him in. He's wearing a dark blue suit, and his hair is combed back out of his eyes. He looks so professional. I suck in a breath and chew the inside of my cheek.

"What?" He asks eyes widening.

"You look handsome." I pout pursing my lips.

"That's a bad thing?" He asks bewildered.

"I suppose not... I just don't like the thought of another woman looking at you..." I admit shyly. 

"Oh you silly girl, getting all worked up over nothing." He laughs pulling me into his strong arms. I feel the corners of my mouth lurch down into a frown.

"Can I have a kiss Sir?" I ask flashing my signature puppy eyes. He narrows his eyes, but leans down kissing me briefly.

"That's not really what I was going for, but thank you none the less." I mutter turning back to the door, so I could greet his guest.

"Some of my dominate friends are staying after with their subs, and I expect you to be on your best behavior." He says sternly spinning me around to look him in the eye.

"Yes Si—..." His lips hush mine. He kisses me passionately knotting his hands in my hair. I moan involuntarily and he pulls away eyes full of lust.

"Better?" He asks a little breathless.

"Y-Yes Sir." I stutter fixing my hair. He narrows his eyes and tilts his head.

"Good."

The doorbell chimes. I straighten my dress, and pull open the door smiling.

"Good evening. Thank you for coming." I say in my most polite voice gesturing them towards the dining room. I look back to continue talk to Jacob, but he is already gone to greet his guest.

. . . . .

I feel like I have been standing here for hours. My feet hurt and my legs feel like jelly. I started picking out some of the dom/sub couples which was pretty easy if you knew what you were looking for.

The first woman I noticed was wearing a thin choker. I assumed that to be a substitute collar. My skin tingled at the word. A few more had the same thing, but then again I could never be sure until dinner was over.

When the last guest arrived I gave them my widest smile and followed them into the dining room. Jacob pats the chair next to them. I sit next to him happy to rest my feet. I feel Jacob squeeze my thigh lightly, and he looks down at me and winks. His hand wanders up my dress. I look up at him and flash a shy smile. He pushes my panties to the side and smiles back. His fingers push inside me slowly, and before I can stop myself I let out a reasonably loud moan. Everyone stops and looks towards me and Jacob.

"This is absolutely delicious!" I laugh nervously pointing at my dish. 

Jacob licks his fingers without missing a beat, "Defiantly the best I've had in a while."

The room bust into a fit of laughter. I sink into my seat blushing from head to toe. That's the thing about private jokes. Nobody else gets them.



Little One Ch. 11



I watch the guest pool out of the house. They're clueless. They don't realize I'm tucked away, just barely hidden from their sight. Cars pull out one by one till only three or four are left. Not much longer. I move to crouch by a large window. They can't see me; too busy with the remaining guest. She walks into the room with Jacob close by. Mine.

Her dress swishes around her showing off her long toned legs, so beautiful. 

"Looks like the night sky..." she had whispered to me unintentionally. So clueless, she doesn't know. I've watched her toss in her bed looking for me, but I'm much too clever to be caught. 

She kneels on the floor beside him— smiling. I can picture him handing him over to me, sparing his life. He's so selfish. She's mine. 

His hands move against her hair. I feel it likes it's me touching her. I imagine I'm going to be the one to peel the dress off her warm body. I walk around the house and climb up the ladder I positioned under her window, so clueless. I wiggle through her window easily. I hear soft murmurs downstairs, and I slowly walk over to a large dresser pulling it open quietly. Her panties are neatly laid out in the drawer. I pluck out a pair putting it in my pocket. That's not enough though. I turn to what I assume to be a dirty clothes hamper and pull out a pair of lacey white panties. They smell like her. I inhale her scent, and pull out my semi hard cock. I wrap it in the panties and begin stroking myself. I sprawl out on her bed, twisting and turning in the soft fabric.

I hear her laugh downstairs— so close. She sounds like tinkling bells; I cum in her panties with a slight grunt. I place the panties in the open drawer, and climb out her window. 

Soon, so very soon I'll have her back.

. . . . .

I lean my head against Jacob's leg. Even after my nap I'm still quite tired. He strokes my hair soothing my scattered brain.

"Fetch me another glass of wine, Pet." Master John says to his sub. She smiles, clearly happy to tend to him. I'm suddenly very jealous of her. I want Jacob to give me a task, so I can show his friends how good I am. 

"Jacob, do tell me, does yours listen?" A man whose name I did not know asked. I look up at him hopefully and he narrows his eyes making me look away.

"She listens fairly well." Jacob answers with a smile. I feel my shoulders relax instantly.

"Mine wouldn't listen if it would save her life." The man says with a sigh. The small woman beside him slumped down with fat tears rolling down her cheeks. I was really glad I wasn't her.

"Sir- I-I... Please!" She sobbed looking up at him. Everyone turned to look at her. Jacob told me before I sat down I was not to speak unless spoken to directly— I was pretty sure she was given the same instructions. The man looked down at her face painted with fury. He reached down, and grabbed her by the collar. 

"Did I fucking ask you to speak!?"

I cringed against Jacob's leg startled. He looks down at me reading my face carefully.

"Okay, okay let's call this a night..." He mutters standing up. I kiss his leg and wait for him to say I can join him.

. . . . .

"He was very mad..." I observe once all of his friends were gone. His face was groggy and tired.

"He was wasn't he..." He yawns gesturing for me to go up the stairs. I hold his waist to keep him steady as we climb up the stairway. 

"Do you know why he was mad at her? Do you think you'll ever be that mad at me?" I ramble unaware that he has stopped and turned to look at me.

"Kathryn I'm tired. Go wash your face and go to bed." He mumbles looking especially not in the mood. My eyes wander to my feet.

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

He walks me to my bedroom door. 

"Thank you for being a good girl tonight. I'm very proud, and I'm quite sorry that I'm too tired to talk right now." He whispers leaning down to kiss me. Fire burns in my fingertips. 

"Can you sleep with me tonight?" I ask chewing the inside of my cheek. 

"Good night Kathryn." He laughs turning towards his room. 

I quickly wash my face, and change into my pjs. I start brushing out my tangled hair and smile. I had a good day— a hard day, but a good day. All I really did was clean my room this morning and greet guest. I stop and stare into my mirror. My bed is a mess. Blankets thrown across it, sheets pulled off the mattress. I had made it after my nap. I'm sure of it. As if perfectly timed, my curtains sprawl across my room in a gust of wind. My window is wide open. I race out of my room towards Jacob's.

"Jacob! Jacob! Please Sir!" I screech banging on his door. It flies open almost, and I almost fall in. His eyes are wide and alert.

"Kathryn, what's wrong? What's wrong love?!" He asks frantically slightly shaking me.

"H-He I-I... He was in my room! Jacob he was in my room!" I sob hysterically burying my face in his chest.

"Shh... It's okay." He says gently trying to soothe me. I know he is worried though. He lets go of me.

"I'll be back." He whispers before turning down the dark hall. I watch him move dawn the hall to my room. 

"Come back!" I plead just as he enters my room. He doesn't hear me. 

I start to tip toe after him. I can't let him get hurt because of me. I feel a tap at my shoulder, and whip around quickly to see Ms. Canon standing there with wide eyes.

"Miss. Hawthorne?" 

"You half scared me to death Ms. Canon!" I whisper harshly; her face reddens in result.

"Kathryn, no ones in your room, I checked every shadow." Jacob exclaims erupting from my room. I turn to him eyes casted on the ground.

"B- but my bed..." I stutter running two trembling hands through my hair.

"I know you're scared Kat, and we'll get locks on the windows tomorrow. For now though, go to bed." He whispers taking my face into his warn hands.

I open my mouth then close it before stomping to my room in a very childlike manner.

"I love you..." Jacob calls from behind me. I stop in my track and turn around. 

"I- I love you too."



Little One Ch. 12



"So... This is going to prevent...err... intruders?" I ask the stout man working at my window.

"I just install this ma'am. I'm no good with technology. Hell, these could attract intruders..." He laughs, scratching his bald head. How was I supposed to feel safe if the employee couldn't even tell me anything about it?

"Jacob, I need you!" I call over my shoulder feeling the color drain from my face. He walks in with his briefcase in hand.

"What do you need babe?"

I had forgotten about his strange working schedule; he usually works from home, but has to actually go in a few times a month.

"Oh... never mind." I mutter walking past him out of the room. 

"Kathryn!" He sighs walking after me, "Kat, stop."

"Sean was in there!" I shout balling my hands into puny fist, "I know you don't believe me, but he was in my room! My room! He could have easily slipped into yours! If anything happened to you I- I..." Tears begin to pool from my eyes. Just the thought of losing this man makes me crazy.

"Kathryn, nothing is going to happen to you, I won't let it." He murmurs pulling me into his strong arms.

"I don't care about me Sir..." I sob looking up to meet his watering eyes.

"This is going to be hard for both of us..." He starts kissing my forehead, "And we can get through this if we work together." 

"Kiss me Sir?" I whisper against his chest. He leans down and presses his warm lips against mine. I lean back into his chest and close my eyes.

"I should be back around four o'clock... Tidy your room please. I love you Kat." I smile to myself; for the first time I'm beginning to understand what real love is.

. . . . .

"Ms. Canon?" I ask shyly slipping into the kitchen. The way I had treated this kind woman was tugging at my heart.

"Over hear Hun!" She calls dusting off her apron. 

"Can we talk?" I whisper looking down at my hands. 

"O-Of course..." She mutters looking around nervously, "I'm quite sorry if I did something wrong!" My guilt begins to bubble up inside of me.

"No, no! It's I who is in the wrong here. How I have been treating you is truly uncalled for." 

Her face twists in confusion, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean..."

"I yelled at you last night..." I mumble feeling my face redden. She begins to laugh and I jump surprised by her reaction.

"Oh Ms. Hawthorne, enough of that, now I know why my Jacob loves you so." 

I smile at her and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, "Call me Kathryn..."

"Okay, would you like to join me for some tea...Kathryn?" She smiles returning to her work.

"That sounds great Ms. Canon." I say pulling down two tiny cups. She turns to me and purses her lips then begins to laugh.

"Call me Helen!" 

. . . . .

"How was your day?" Jacob asks leaning down to nibble on my ear.

"It was nice; I had lunch with He- Ms. Canon." I giggle reaching to take his brief case, "Yours?" 

"Eventful. Just put my stuff in my office." He sighs emptying his pockets. I nod my head with a smile, and walk down the long hall leading to the big door of his private area. I set his belongings down gently on the polished wood desk. I turn to walk out and hit him in the chest with a sound thud.

"Oh...sorry Sir, that was my fault." I mumble flushing with embarrassment.

"Kathryn, take a seat." His voice is hard and I obey without hesitation, "We need to discuss some things."

"Ok—..." 

"I didn't ask you to speak." He growls taking a seat in the recliner in front of me.

I shrink into the leather sofa.

"I think it's time we define our relationship." He begins leaning forward, "We have history—obviously—, but the person I became after you left me is different. While I do indeed love you more than a...a sub; we need to make it clear that you are also playing that role as long with the role of my partner."

My head begins to swarm in different directions. I wasn't fulfilling all of his personal needs. I'm not trying hard enough.

He watches me with cautious eyes then continues, "With that said I think you need to undergo some...training." Sean's own words flash in my mind, and I push the thought away immediately. This man, Jacob, is nothing like that man.

"Thoughts?" He asks hesitantly.

I rack my brain for the right words, "I-I couldn't agree more. It's my place to see that you are pleased. If training can help me better myself for you...so be it."

"Good, I'm glad you have agreed. I will set up an appointment with Mistress Pam for next week." He smiles standing up. I had a feeling the appointment was already made; after all he didn't need my permission.

"Uhm..." He turns to look at my confused face, "What kind of training?"

He lets out a cold laugh, "It won't be enjoyable, but is necessary."

"Yes Sir. You know what's best." I whisper looking at my feet.

He looks down at me eyes full of lust. I peer at him through my lashes and lick my lips. He pulls me into his arms with a growl and presses his mouth against mine. His tongue works against mine; I feel his erection press into my belly.

"Suck me." He grunts breaking the kiss. I slide down to my knees and work at unbuckling his belt. I have his pants down in seconds, and stare at the bulge in his briefs hungrily. I free him and stroke him rhythmically. He was much bigger than Sean and I couldn't help but marvel at the length of his member. The earned me a sharp tug on my hair, and I gulped a breath of air before popping the head into my mouth. I push him deeper into my throat swirling my tongue in different patterns. My hand moves to his balls and I cup them while taking more of him into my mouth. He lets out a deep growl and thrust deep into my throat. He continues this until I feel his member stir and shoots his seed into my mouth. He pulls out and releases my knotted hair. I open my mouth to show him to crème coating the inside of my cheeks. His eyes sparkle and he smiles.

"Swallow."

I gulp down his cum and open my mouth again to show him that I had not let a drop get away.

"Thank me."

I look up at him with sincere eyes, "Thank you for allowing me such a treat."

He zips up his pants and pulls me to my feet. We stare at each other for a moment until we're pulled back into the present.

"Go wash up for dinner slut."

My mouth falls at the insult, but then the strangest feeling washes over me. My sex aches and I feel myself become quite wet. I should be upset, yet I want him to continue to degrade me. I want to be his slut, whore, I want to be his.

Rattled by the sudden realization I stumble out of his office.

I stop by the door and turn to face him, "Yes Sir." I call proudly and run away giggling.