Raising Lucy

by Becca Jameson

  I can do all that for her and so much more. We’re just getting started.

  Chapter 52

  Lucy

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  Four months later…

  It’s freezing outside. And Raining. I hate the weather in Seattle in the winter. I’m so glad to be home from school though. As I bust through the back door, I shake my hair out, letting the drips of water fall everywhere in the entry to the kitchen.

  Evelyn rushes over to meet me. “Good grief, child. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t start wearing a hat and mittens. That coat is too thin for this weather too. I’ll talk to Master Roman about getting you a thicker one this afternoon.”

  I smile at her. “Thank you, ma’am.” There’s no sense arguing with her. When she wants to fuss over me, she does. Our relationship may be odd, but it’s not awkward. She fully understands the nuances of my arrangement with Master Roman. She mothers me in a way. Far more than my own mother did.

  I want for nothing in this house. Evelyn sees that I’m well fed. Nancy makes sure I have everything else I need. Weston drives me around. Sometimes they fight over me and what they anticipate I might want or need.

  I know several other interesting bits of information. Weston is Evelyn’s husband. Not only that but I’m fairly certain she is his service sub. They have a suite of rooms on the main floor, and I’d bet my last dollar that when they close themselves off from the world, she submits to him.

  Nancy is not married, but she once was. Her husband died about ten years ago from a heart attack. I hate thinking that she is lonely, but I’ve come to realize that since I moved into the house, she has changed. I see it in everyone’s faces. She has a new purpose in life. Taking care of me.

  They all do. It’s a group effort. Like an extended family of grandparents I never had. They all love me dearly, and I feel the same about them.

  “Lucy?” Master Roman’s voice booms from his office. He does that. He worries about me every day until I return from school. I don’t think he breathes until I’m back in the house. His shoulders visibly relax when I round the corner to his office, and I scurry to do so now.

  “Don’t run, child,” Nancy reprimands when she sees me coming down the hallway at a skip.

  “Sorry, ma’am.” I slow my pace.

  She smiles at me and shakes her head. “Master Roman is going to have a fit when he sees your hair.”

  Don’t I know it.

  I round the corner to step through the open office door, my smile broadening when I see Julius lounging on the couch. Sometimes when I see him, Levi and Beck are with him, but I’ve learned the two of them own a business together, Vanguard Media Specialists. Julius is their third, but silent, partner. Levi and Beck are often at photo shoots.

  Roman is perched on the armchair, but he rises when I enter and comes to me. That’s new for us. Sometimes he comes to me now. It’s like he can’t wait for me to close the distance, so he does it himself.

  He cups my face and kisses my lips gently as he does every day, his eyes searching mine as if he might be able to detect if I have something I need to tell him. I don’t. Unless he wants to hear about my psychology exam. And he will. Every detail. Later. After.

  “Your hair is soaked,” he admonishes.

  “I know. It started raining.”

  “Didn’t you bring an umbrella?” His expression makes me smile. I’m used to it. He’s overbearing. I go with the flow.

  “I forgot.”

  He narrows his gaze, his mouth opening to say more.

  I cut him off and round him to speak to Julius. “How are you, Master Julius?”

  “Can’t complain.” He winks at me. “Did you cut your hair?”

  Master Roman groans, and I want to toss a glare at Julius, but I don’t. I might find myself in the corner if I’m disrespectful to Master Roman’s best friend. “She insisted. They took off too much though.”

  “I looked too young with it down to my butt at school, and you know it. I’m already weird enough. I don’t need to stand out.”

  Julius glances down at my legs. “Roman lets you wear those jeans out of the house?” He’s fighting a grin. He’s baiting me. Now I really want to shoot him daggers with my eyes.

  Master Roman grumbles as he resumes his seat. “Why anyone would ever want to wear something torn like that is beyond me.”

  “Come on,” I whine. “You knew I was buying them. You even sent Evelyn with me to approve my clothes.” I turn toward Julius, rolling my eyes. “He gives me an allowance, but then he insists on seeing every single thing I want to buy and giving it his approval first.”

  “And I can put a stop to that any time I want if you don’t watch that sassy mouth, little girl.” He snaps his fingers. “Almost forgot. A package came for you. It’s on my desk.”

  I glance that way. I have no idea what it is.

  He nods that direction. “I ordered it the other day. Go look.”

  I skip across the room and grab the package, tearing into it as I return. My face heats up when I hold up the package of panties. He tricked me into opening them in front of Julius. Not that Julius isn’t completely familiar with my wardrobe. I’m positive he’s seen every pair of panties I own at some point or another.

  “Cute,” Julius says. “Are those butterflies?” he teases.

  The package contains six new pairs of extremely babyish full-cut panties in pastel colors with butterflies all over them. “What they are is Master Roman’s form of a chastity belt.”

  Master Roman chuckles loudly. “Is that what you say behind my back?”

  “What else would you call them?”

  “Insurance?” he suggests.

  I roll my eyes. I’m going to pay for my attitude later, but for now I’m having too much fun. I spin back to face Julius. “Master Roman thinks if I wear these under my grownup clothes, I’ll be too embarrassed to let anyone see them and thus he won’t have to worry about me letting any boys into my pants.”

  Julius laughs so hard he tips his head back. “That’s brilliant.” He reaches out to his friend and gives him a high five.

  I continue. “And that’s only half of it. After agreeing to let me wear a bra at school, he had them specially made to be exactly like the training bras preteen girls wear before they have boobs, in that stage when they want to feel older.”

  “Hey,” Master Roman interjects, “you’re the one who insisted on having them. It’s your decision to wear them or not. You asked for bras. We negotiated. I got your bras. You either wear them, or you don’t. Your choice.”

  “They cover more skin than most of the dresses you choose,” I point out.

  “Yep, and you wouldn’t dream of letting any college boys see them either. Would you?”

  Julius starts laughing again. “Chastity panties and chastity training bras. You’re a genius.”

  Master Roman smirks. He’s beyond proud of himself. He has also calmed down significantly since we negotiated this trade. I get to wear jeans and sweaters and fashionable clothes that don’t raise eyebrows on campus, and in exchange, I agreed to let him select every undergarment I own. The panties I expected. The training bras I did not.

  Every one of them is cut the same and made out of thin cotton material in pastel colors with every sort of rainbow, unicorn, or butterfly pattern he could find. They don’t have wires. They are more like short, cotton undershirts with an elastic band that lands just below my breasts. The straps are wide and thick. They don’t have a clasp. I have to put them on over my head. My nipples poke through the cotton.

  Honestly, they probably make me look more ridiculous than if I just didn’t wear a bra, but I put them on every day on principle. And every article of clothing I’ve purchased with my allowance covers so much skin that no one will ever see. Even my jeans are cut high on my waist. I would be mortified if my panties stuck out over the top. So I’m super modest, and that was undoubtedly Master Roman’s master plan.

  The truth is that for all my groanin
g and complaining, I secretly love that every morning when I wake up Master Roman has chosen my panties and training bras. He says girls my age don’t need a bra, but he’ll let me pretend if I want to.

  When I’m at school I’m always wearing Master Roman’s choices under the layers. It’s a constant reminder of who I am inside.

  Daddy’s little girl.

  I usually call him Daddy now. It was weird at first, and it took me a long time to rationalize it in my head. The term was on the tip of my tongue for weeks before we fought that night, and it slid out easily when we silently made up. It’s not that I think of him as my father. He’s not. He’s my lover in every sense. It’s more a term of respect. When I call him Daddy, it tells him that I acknowledge his role in our life and defer to him on all things.

  “You’ve dawdled long enough, Lucy,” he chastises. “Go change into your play clothes. Julius is staying for dinner. Claudia is coming too. You can join us if you get your homework done on time.”

  With those words, I know my few minutes of joking around as if I’m an adult are over. He’s reestablished control.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want that hair off your face too, Lucy. Ponytails or braids. You choose. Come back here after you change. Your sassy attitude earned you a sore bottom for the afternoon.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmur as I slide more fully into my role. He can do that with the tone of his voice alone. It only takes seconds.

  “And since you thought it would be cute to whine to my guest as if you are so mistreated, I think it only fitting that he watch as I take you over my knee.”

  I flush, heat rising on my face. It was fun making jokes about my undergarments with Julius, but now I’m wondering if the price was too high.

  Master Roman pushes me in different directions all the time, helping me reach deeper into my inner self and expand my hard limits. Apparently today he intends to expose my bottom to Julius.

  I’m mortified, but as I shuffle from the room, I realize I’m also aroused, as usual. I’m growing into the role more with each passing week. Several months ago, if Master Roman had suggested spanking me in front of anyone, I would have died. Today I’m the exact perfect balance of horrified and titillated.

  Chapter 53

  Master Roman

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  I watch Lucy’s back as she leaves my office, smiling. She is my life. My cup runneth over. I can’t believe my good fortune. We click.

  Sure, I throw new things at her all the time to keep things spicy, but she takes every new challenge in stride.

  “You gonna stare at the door until she comes back or what?” Julius is chuckling. I can’t blame him. “You’re whipped.”

  “I am. Wait until you meet the one. I’m going to laugh every day until my side hurts. She’s my family. My soul. My heart. You’ll see.” I settle back in my chair. Lucy knows I’m going to punish her. I’m sure she’s going to dawdle.

  Julius rolls his eyes. “Speaking of family, have you contacted her brother yet?”

  I shake my head. “I tried. I couldn’t find him. It seems he sold the small farm he lived on and changed his cell number. I’m sure if I dig deeper, I could locate him, but Lucy doesn’t want me to right now. Not yet anyway. She says she’s not ready. I shared everything I know about him. She’s curious, but she’s also skeptical. As am I. I suspect one of the things holding her back is that she can’t imagine sharing our unconventional relationship with anyone. We live so deeply in our roles that it’s hard to imagine stepping out of our comfort zone and pretending like we’re a vanilla couple. Eventually, we’ll need to do so, but she insists she’s not ready.”

  Julius nods. “Makes sense. But he’s her only living relative. Don’t let her put it off forever.”

  “I won’t.” Julius is right.

  He looks toward my desk, grinning now. “I’ve never seen your desk so messy. Is Lucy still giving you a hard time about hiring an assistant?”

  I groan and roll my eyes. “Don’t remind me. I finally have someone starting on Monday. We’ve argued about it so many times, it’s gotten to the point where I want to slam my head into a wall.”

  “Hey, you can’t blame her for not wanting another woman in your home. And you know she doesn’t feel comfortable with age play in front of strangers, especially men. So, how did you work this out?”

  I grin. “She finally agreed to someone after dozens of applicants.”

  Julius lifts a brow. “Is this someone I know?”

  “Yes. Easton Rogers.”

  “Easton? The kid who just joined Surrender?”

  “That’s the one.”

  Julius’s smile widens. “Why didn’t I think of that? Perfect.”

  “Yep. He’s gay, submissive, and in the lifestyle. Finally, someone Lucy could agree on.” I couldn’t believe my luck when he applied. I nearly tripped over myself bringing the application to Lucy’s desk where she was studying in her playroom. “She was never going to consent to me hiring a woman, and I was never going to agree to hire a straight man. We might have a growing period while she adapts to submitting to me in front of someone, but I think she’s ready to branch out a bit. She’s growing more comfortable in her role. I’m hopeful that Easton can mind his own business while I make my woman squirm in front of him.”

  “I’m sure Easton is up to the task. He’s a natural submissive. If you tell him to look the other way, he won’t hesitate to obey.” Julius leans back in his seat and glances at the doorway, lowering his voice as he speaks again. “You think Lucy will be able to expose herself to Easton?”

  I nod. “I think she’s ready. Hopefully I’ll be one step closer to getting her to go to the club with me.”

  “Good luck with that.”

  I sigh. I’m going to need luck. We’ve been together for six months. I love her with all my heart. She’s an amazing submissive and middle. Our dynamic is beyond anything I could have hoped for.

  Nevertheless, she has not set foot in Surrender or any other club since the day she applied to be my assistant. At first, I was greedy and unwilling to share her, so I didn’t even blink twice. But as the months have gone by, I find I want to branch out. I want to take her with me, as my middle. She has never left the house dressed as my little girl.

  I would never let her scene with another person in my club or any other location, but I long for the day that she will scene with me in a more public setting.

  I’m hoping the addition of Easton to our lives will help her loosen up on this topic. Sure, she plays the role of a twelve-year-old girl in front of my staff and my closest friends, but I do not expose her pussy or her tits to any of them. It’s been a hard line for her.

  She’s about to get her bottom spanked in front of Julius though. Any moment now. It will be a first. We’ve discussed this several times. It’s one step toward easing her into exposure. It’s just Julius. He’s seen naked bottoms before. It’s just a spanking. I’m not going to fuck her or even fondle her in front of him. He won’t see more than her sexy cheeks with her panties bunched in a wad under them.

  I’m hopeful. She’s growing. Eventually, I’d like to be able to take her to the club when I work. Right now, when I go to Surrender, she stays home with a “sitter.” Nancy or Evelyn.

  She doesn’t mind. Both women dote on her. I’m pretty sure they let her eat too many sweets and stay up past her bedtime. I’m suspicious because every time I tell her I have to work and she’ll be home with a sitter, she perks up.

  I smile inside even now. I love that my staff adores her and treats her like she’s their own. It’s as if she has three grandparents in the house.

  It’s rare that Lucy is out of my sight or that of my staff. I know I’m overbearing and insist on far more supervision than a girl her age requires, but the truth is I’m calmer when she’s in my direct line of sight. It’s mostly selfish, but I believe she is more relaxed when she can see me too.

  She grumbles on occasion when I don’t give her permiss
ion to go outside alone or free rein of the house, but I know she secretly thrives on my authoritarian ways. It makes her feel cherished and safe.

  In fact, after months of closely monitoring her reactions to everything I do, I’ve added to the list of things she isn’t permitted to do without supervision. She isn’t allowed to use the stove or oven unless Evelyn is helping her. Likewise, the sharpest knife she may use is a butter knife. The basement is also off limits. I don’t want her playing around my weights in case she drops one on her foot or something.

  Of course, there are preteen girls all over the country who stay home alone, use the oven, and have permission to wander free in the house. But none of those girls are mine. I’m overprotective. Lucy knows it.

  But most importantly, Lucy gets aroused when I put my foot down. It’s comforting to her. Boundaries give her peace.

  “Earth to Roman.”

  I jerk my gaze to find Julius smirking. “Sorry, I was in my head.”

  “I noticed. Are we waiting for Lucy to get back before we continue discussing work?” He lifts his brows.

  “No. We should get back to it. I’m sure she’ll drag her feet. She’s less than excited for me to spank her in front of you.”

  Julius laughs again. “You’re very patient. She’ll get there.”

  I know she will. She’s come so far.

  So have I.

  She’s mine.

  But I’m also hers.

  Please enjoy the following excerpt from Teaching Abby, Surrender, Book Two.

  It was my idea.

  I thought we should hire an intern for the summer. Julius and Beck both think I’m crazy. And maybe they’re right. But I still think it’s the right thing to do.

  Our business has been stagnant for the last few years, and I attribute part of that to lack of change. We need a female perspective. We do fine without one, but occasionally we lose a potential client because they prefer a female to do their photo shoot.