Nurturing Britney (Surrender Book 7)

by Becca Jameson

  For a moment I just stare at her, unable to respond. I hear Blade suck in a breath. I’m feeling a mix of emotions, and struggling to decide which one wins out and will show itself.

  The Daddy in my wants to take her over my knee right now for touching scissors, but I’ll save that for later.

  The nurturer in me wants to pull her into my arms and hold her tight while I tell her how precious and loved she is. I hurt for what happened to her when she was six. It’s made a mark on her that led her to this realization.

  The Alpha in me wants to shake some sense into her because there’s not a chance in hell I would ever agree to let her face Lazinski.

  A combination of those emotions flood to the front all at once. I reach out and clasp her wrist to pull her closer and then tug her between my legs and fiercely hug her against my chest.

  I force myself to calm down by inhaling the sweet powdery scent of her hair. I stroke my hand up and down her back, my fingers tangling in her locks as the action soothes me.

  When I finally feel like I can face her without shouting, I set my hands on her shoulders and hold her back a few inches. “First of all, you’re never going to set foot anywhere near Lazinski again in your life. If I ever hear you suggesting such a thing again, I’ll spank you so hard you can’t sit for a week.”

  Her lip trembles.

  “Second of all, I would never cut even one hair off your head. Hell, I’m careful brushing it out to make sure I don’t accidentally snag one. What happened to you was traumatic, and you’re never living through that again. If you want to get a few inches trimmed or styled or something one day, I’ll agree to that, but anything more is out of the question.”

  She swallows. Her eyes are watery.

  “And lastly, after Master Andres leaves, I will be spanking your bottom until it stings too hard to sit down for the rest of the day, and then you’re going to get well-acquainted with the corner in the kitchen standing in timeout with your panties around your ankles and your bare bottom exposed. That’s for touching scissors.”

  A tear slides down her face and I pull her back into my embrace and rock her back and forth while she sobs. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to help.” She hiccups. “I don’t want you and Master Andres and Master Brett to get yourselves in trouble for me.”

  I lift her up and set her on my thigh between my legs. After brushing her hair back from her face, I lift her chin. She’s still crying softly. “Sweet girl, you are the most precious thing in the world to me. I know I’ve only had you a week, but I mean that. I would never do anything that would put you in harm’s way. You have to trust me and my agency to make you safe. It’s what we do.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she repeats, her voice shaky. She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me tight, her face buried in my shoulder.

  I rock her and soothe her, my hand stroking her back. “Shhh. You’re okay, sweetie.” I finally glance at Blade.

  His expression is a mixture of incredulity and approval. All I can think is that I hope someday soon he meets the perfect little girl of his own. He deserves happiness too.

  I ignore the fact that there are no guarantees here. Britney is so new to the fetish world and to me. I’ve already fallen so hard for her that I will be devastated if she leaves me, but I can’t force her to want the same lifestyle I crave with her.

  There is no doubt she’s a little. I don’t think anyone would argue that point. But how long will she want to live as my little girl? A week? A month? No amount of time is long enough. I want her for the rest of my life. Just like this. Precious and sitting on my lap. Braless and tempting. Panties wet from something I said. Whimpering when I touch her in all the places that make her aroused.

  She’s my little girl. She’s so damn perfect for me.

  I pray I get to keep her.

  Chapter 27

  Britney

  I’m nervous after Master Andres leaves. I try to be polite, but I’m embarrassed about my antics in front of him. It had seemed like such a good idea I’d thought up until I spoke it out loud. Even if it was a great idea, something I could pull off if I were alone with no one in my court, I should have realized Daddy wouldn’t agree to it in this lifetime.

  I tuck myself behind Daddy as he says goodbye to Master Andres, but as soon as the door is shut, he wastes no time taking me by the hand and leading me to the couch.

  I’m shaking as he sits down and positions me in front of him. “Why am I going to punish you, sweetie?”

  I whimper. “Because I wasn’t supposed to touch the scissors.”

  “That’s right. What did I tell you about sharp objects?”

  “They aren’t safe for little girls,” I murmur.

  “I’m going to lock all the scissors up in a safe drawer this afternoon, but I expect you to stay away from the kitchen knives too. Do I have to put them up high and lock them as well?”

  “No, Sir. I won’t touch the knives.”

  “Good.” His hands go to the hem of my tank top and he pulls it over my head, surprising me. A chill brings goosebumps all over my skin. “I changed my mind,” he says as he lowers my skirt and panties at the same time, tapping my ankles so that I’ll step out of them.

  I’m trembling again as I stand naked in front of him, but I don’t cry. I earned this punishment.

  “I think it will be more effective if you stand in time-out naked after I spank you.” He brings me to one side and lowers me over his lap.

  My breasts get smashed against his thigh as he pulls my hands to the small of my back and clasps both wrists in one hand.

  He palms my bottom. “Your skin is still pink from when I spanked your naughty bottom early this morning. I hope you don’t decide to make this a habit. I don’t relish the idea of spanking your little bottom several times a day.”

  I sniffle and squeeze my eyes closed, bracing for his first swat.

  When his hand lands high on my right butt cheek, it takes my breath away. He immediately strikes the other cheek in the same spot, and though it stings, I’m embarrassed to notice that my pussy is wet too. It’s like every time his hand lands on my sensitive bottom, it vibrates to my clit.

  He spanks me six more times, hard enough to make me wince. Finally, he’s done and he releases my wrists while smoothing his palm over my heated skin.

  I draw my arms to my sides and press my fists against my breasts.

  His hand feels good on my heated skin, his fingers trailing too close to my sex several times. Every time he gets near my pussy, I suck in a breath.

  I do enjoy being spanked on some level. I can’t deny that. But there are two things I know I won’t be doing again in this house—teasing Davis with my body and touching scissors.

  I’m glad I’m not allowed to touch scissors, to be honest. I hate them. They always remind me of that horrible day in first grade. I never liked to cut things when I was in elementary school. My first grade teacher was kind and knew what had happened to me. She only offered me scissors one time and when I panicked, she never asked me again. Thank God.

  I wasn’t as lucky in second grade. Twice I got sent to the principal’s office because I refused to cut out my art projects. I was incredibly relieved to find that third graders didn’t have to use scissors anymore.

  As I’ve gotten older, I’m not as irrational. I don’t own scissors, but I also don’t tend to freak out when I see a pair. It took a lot of bravery to carry that pair to Daddy earlier. I’m not sorry he’s going to lock them up so that I can’t see them anymore.

  He stands me on my feet and wordlessly takes my hand and walks me to the corner of the kitchen.

  I shiver at the thought of standing in the corner naked. It’s humiliating. And he’ll be able to see my pink bottom the entire time.

  He angles me to the corner and presses his hand to the back of my neck. “Put your forehead against the wall.”

  I lean forward, supporting myself with my head.

  “Spread your feet wider, sweetie
. Shoulder width apart. Toes to the wall. Hands clasped behind your back.”

  When I do this, I suck in a breath because my breasts are forced to touch the two walls also.

  His hand lands between my shoulder blades and he presses me closer. “Nipples too, sweet girl. Push your titties into the corner.”

  I whimper but do as I’m told, unable to ignore the wetness pooling between my legs.

  “That’s a girl. Now, you’ll stand here until I tell you otherwise.”

  I lick my lips but don’t move an inch. I earned this punishment. I shouldn’t be surprised. I don’t want Daddy to think I’m a naughty little girl. I can be good. I’ll do better. I promise myself I will. What if he’s mad at me for being disobedient two times today?

  I don’t cry even though I’m sad and scared. I want him to adore me. I don’t want him to send me away.

  I hold very still, forcing myself not to move a muscle. It’s hard because every breath causes my nipples to shift against the rough texture of the wall. Wetness gathers between my legs. I’m afraid it’s going to trickle down my thigh.

  Taking in deep breaths, I try to focus. So much has happened to me in the last week. So much that I’m now standing naked in a timeout as the little girl to a strong Daddy Dom. I have mixed emotions about this. It’s so taboo, and I love it.

  I hope Daddy invites his friend and Lucy over soon because even though I know it will be hard, I’m eager to meet someone else who is little.

  My mind strays back to the fact that I’ve been disciplined twice today. Is he mad at me? Am I too naughty for him? I’m scared and nervous.

  “Sweet girl…” Daddy’s hand lands on my lower back, making me flinch. I hadn’t realized he was close to me. How long have I been standing here?

  I suck in a breath and turn my head slowly. I’m shivering and I let out a sob.

  Daddy suddenly sweeps me up in his arms and carries me across the room. Moments later, I’m cradled in his lap and he’s wrapped a soft blanket around me. I give a wan smile when I glance down to see that it’s a pale pink.

  He’s brushing my hair back from my face, and then he’s wiping away tears I hadn’t known were falling. “Sweetie… Talk to me. Why were you crying?”

  I drag in a breath and let it back out raggedly. I didn’t know I had been crying. “I don’t know,” I mumbled, barely audibly.

  He holds me tight and kisses my forehead. “You were shaking so hard, and when I approached, I realized you were silently crying. Tell me what you were thinking.”

  I burrow deeper against him, embarrassed and scared.

  He gently cups my chin and lifts my face. “Tell Daddy.”

  My lip trembles as I find my words. “I disappointed you. I don’t want you to be mad at me.” I sob and then continue. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” More tears fall.

  He looks confused. “Sweet girl, you didn’t disappoint me, and I’m not mad at you. And you are a good girl. The sweetest little girl I’ve ever met.”

  “I was naughty in the gym and then I touched the scissors when I knew I wasn’t permitted to. I was bad. I don’t want you to send me away.” I grip the soft blankie with my fist and hold it between my breasts.

  “Oh, sweetie, I’m never going to send you away, and I don’t mind a bit that you were naughty. Little girls make mistakes, and they learn from them. When you disobey me, I will discipline you to teach you a lesson, but that’s because I care about you so much.”

  I continue to shiver, uncertain, blinking at him. Is he telling me the truth?

  He smooths my hair back again. “Remember when I told you that I would spank you if you ran into the street or got too close to a hot stove?”

  I nod.

  “That’s because your safety is important. When I discipline you for doing something dangerous, it’s because you’ve scared me. I need to make sure you won’t do something like that again so you won’t get hurt.”

  I chew on my bottom lip, relaxing into his hold.

  “You are too young for scissors, sweetie, especially unsupervised and walking through the house. What if you had fallen and stabbed yourself?”

  I wince.

  “Next time you’re tempted to touch a sharp object, what do you think will go through your mind?”

  I clear my throat and murmur. “That I got spanked and put in a corner naked with a sore bottom.”

  He taps my nose. “Exactly. That’s how you learn to obey the rules.”

  He pulls the blankie down my body so that it piles on my lap. Then he cups my breast gently, his thumb stroking over my nipple, making me arch and whimper. “What will you think of next time you try to tease Daddy by flaunting your little titties at me?” He releases my breast and cups my face.

  “That I got spanked,” I admit with a low voice.

  “Do you like it when I spank your bottom and leave you wet and aroused?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “There’s a time and a place for deliberately flaunting your titties, sweetie. When you’re naked in my arms while I’m making you feel good, you can arch your chest and moan all you want, but not when you’re supposed to be working out.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re a natural little, sweetie. I’m in awe of how quickly you’ve found this side of yourself and embraced it. You must have craved it for a very long time. Did you ever curl up at night with Bunny and imagine a Daddy tucking you into bed?”

  I nod. He’s right. I did think of that. I thought of other things too, but I just assumed it was because I never had a Daddy.

  He strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You’re a precious little girl who missed out on having a Daddy and now I’m here to be what you need. Nothing you’ve done or will do will disappoint me. You’ll make mistakes. You’ll also disobey intentionally sometimes. I’ll discipline you when you make mistakes so that you learn a lesson. I’ll also punish you when you disobey me on purpose. Like this morning.”

  I scrunch up my face. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

  He chuckles. “No one is good all the time, sweetie. Even super good girls misbehave and get their bottom spanked.” He pats my sore bottom. “Now, a few things are going to happen today. One, you will spend the next few hours finding out what happens when you intentionally disobey me. Consider it the other half of your punishment for this morning and a warning about what the future looks like when you pull a naughty stunt.”

  My mouth goes dry and I stare at him.

  “After that, this evening, Master Roman and Lucy are going to come over.”

  I smile big and wide.

  “I’ll give you plenty of time to talk to Lucy. She’s a gem when it comes to helping new littles.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I know you must be lonely cooped up here in the house, so I’ll do my best to arrange some play dates.”

  I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight.

  When I release my grip, he lifts me off his lap and sets me on the floor. He reaches for my panties which are on the coffee table and bends down to pull them up my legs. I only wince a little as he settles them over my bottom.

  He leads me to the kitchen by the hand without putting the rest of my clothes on. I glance over my shoulder at my pink skirt and tank top, suddenly realizing that even though they are small and make me feel exposed all the time, I’m so much more exposed without them.

  I’m uncertain what to think when Daddy lifts me onto my stool in the kitchen. “Be right back.” He pats my thigh and leaves me sitting there.

  My heart is racing by the time he returns. He’s holding a bottle of something liquid. “Clasp your hands behind your head for me, sweetie.”

  I hesitate and then lift my arms and do as he says, shivering from the exposure. My breasts lift high on my chest.

  Daddy opens the bottle and pours a small amount of what looks like oil onto two fingers. He steps toward me, plants his free hand on my back to steady me, and rubs the oil into my nipple.

  I g
asp at the contact.

  “Stay still, sweetie.”

  I watch him as he continues to work the clear substance into my nipple, rubbing it until it starts to tingle and I tremble. When he releases me, he pours more of the oil onto his fingers and does the same thing to my other nipple.

  It’s so erotic and strange. I can’t imagine what he’s doing or why. I wonder what the oil is. Finally, he replaces the lid on the bottle and turns around to wash his hands in the sink, leaving me squirming from the attention to one of my most sensitive erogenous zones.

  He returns, looking at my swollen nipples before meeting my gaze. “You can lower your arms, sweetie. The ointment is a stimulant. It will make your little titties tingle and heat up. You’ll feel very aroused soon and salivating for me to touch you. You wanted me to notice your tits, and now you’ll get what you wanted. You may not for any reason touch your nipples. You may not rub them against anything. Don’t try to use your forearm or the table or the furniture to get the relief you crave.”

  I’m panting. His threat is real. My nipples are already tingling.

  He leans over and kisses my forehead. “I don’t think you’ll intentionally disobey me very often either, sweet girl.” He turns around and opens the refrigerator.

  I watch him move casually around the kitchen, making lunch. I grip the edge of the island because it doesn’t take long for my nipples to feel like they are on fire. I need to rub them so badly that my vision blurs. “Daddy…” The word comes out as a whimper.

  He turns and smiles at me. “I know it’s frustrating. Be my good girl and keep your hands at your sides.”

  “But…” I can’t. I’m not going to survive this. I squeeze my thighs together because my pussy reacts violently to what’s happening to my tits. It feels like someone is pinching them or sucking them but not hard enough.

  I tip my head back and moan toward the ceiling.

  Daddy sets a plate in front of me. “Eat your lunch, sweetie.”

  I lower my gaze. “I… I can’t.”