“I love hot dogs. Yeah.”
“Then you stay there and I will bring us a tray. Be a good girl,” Erik said, brushing a kiss to her mouth. His keen eye did not miss her raising her hand to her lips, lightly touching the place where his lips had caressed hers.
The two laughed playfully, trying to outdo one another on ‘decorating their dogs,’ as Erik put it. He had loaded every condiment available on the tray, including pickles, onions, chips, jalapeños, olives, green peppers, and sliced pepperoncini. He leaned forward, wiping ketchup off Camille’s chin as she bit heartily into her feast.
“You are making a mess, little girl.”
“I guess I am. Does that mean I get to take a bubble bath in the giant tub?” Camille asked hopefully.
“The tub in my room? House rule,” he ignored her groan, “no baths in that tub without me. Sorry, kiddo.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I am going to buy you a t-shirt with that saying on it. You have a bathtub in your room. It’s not as big but nice and deep.”
“What if I want to go in the big tub without you?” Camille asked slyly.
“Then you will be getting yourself a spanking for not minding me. Your choice.”
Camille grunted, pouting as she crossed her arms. She was unaware of the ketchup and relish that had smeared onto her cheek, or the piece of onion on her dress. Erik patted her thigh.
“Finished? Good. We might as well get this done with, kiddo. Bath time.”
“The big…”
“No. And stop pouting. I am not going to say it again, Camille.”
“You’re mean. I can walk. My ankle is okay… hey!”
Erik lifted her from the couch and carried her through the maze of bridges to her room, which was attached to his by a short walkway. He sat her on the rocking chair as he went to draw her bath, contemplating how to introduce the next phase to her.
“Your bath is ready,” he said as he laid out a long, flannel nightgown on the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Let’s…? Oh, no way! Erik!”
“I am going to be seeing you naked every day, so you need to get used to the idea. You are my little, and it is my job to care for you. I promised I would not take advantage of you. Arms up.”
“No fucking way, mister!”
“I do not like your mouth. No swearing.”
“I refuse to allow you to see me naked. I don’t care about the damn contract. This crosses the line.”
“Do you remember our conversation about what this would entail and what I expected from you? I gave you the option to rescind and you refused. I was very specific too.”
“No! I changed my mind.”
Erik shook his head, his patience dwindling. “That option had expired. Now, I am going to count to three and…”
“I said fuck no!” Camille yelled out, kicking his shin. “Let me go!” she yelled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap. A loud swat, followed by an even louder ow filled the room.
“House rules,” he said firmly, smacking her panty-clad backside again, “no swearing.”
“Fuck your house rules! Let me go!”
“I warned you,” Erik said calmly, peeling the cotton panties away from her luscious, pale bottom. He captured her hands and held them to her side before she could cover herself from his view. “For the time that we are here, missy, this bottom belongs to me. Got it?”
“Owwieee!” Camille howled as his hand planted two strong smacks upon her bare flesh.
“I promised that I would not take advantage of you,” he spanked her again, admiring how quickly the snowy skin turned red, “and you agreed to trust me. This is how things are going to be. Am I understood?”
“Please stop, Uncle Erik. Please! Yes! Yes! I’m sorrrrrryyyy,” Camille begged, breaking into tears as he continued to spank her, his hand traveling to her rounded curves right above her thighs. She kicked and struggled against him, unaware that her panties had flown off and she was showing him everything that she was desperately trying to hide.
“Are you going to listen to me without arguing?” he asked, swatting her left cheek.
“Yesssssss, sir! I promise!”
“Are you ever going to swear again?” His hand impacted with a crack upon her right cheek, making her yelp with pain.
“No, sir! Please, Uncle Erik, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be good!”
“Very well. I will take your word for it.” Erik said softly, resting his hand atop the smoldering flesh of her buttocks. They were beautiful, round, and red as the sunset, quivering delightfully under his hand as the heat radiated from their surface. He stood her between his knees and looked at her sternly. “You made a promise and I expect you to keep it. Did you like that spanking?”
“Noooo,” Camille whimpered, reaching behind to rub her bottom.
“Then I supposed you aren’t looking for another one anytime soon, are you?”
“No, sir.”
“Why did you get spanked?”
“For not listening and arguing and swearing.” Camille faced the floor, her voice soft and small.
“That’s right. Now give Uncle Erik a hug.”
He noticed her hesitation before she wrapped her little arms around his neck and tentatively hugged him. He enclosed his arms around her and squeezed tight, kissing her cheek. “That’s my good girl. Now lift up your arms.”
Her face as red as her bottom, Camille obeyed. Erik pulled the dress off her and then deftly unhooked the little cotton bra that hid her breasts. Camille found herself staring at the floor in lieu of covering herself, her shame and humiliation deep. Erik said nothing as he removed her shoes and socks prior to taking her hand to lead her into the bathroom.
“Does your ankle still hurt?” he asked, noticing her limp.
Camille shook her head. “No, sir.”
“Good. In you go, baby. Don’t slip.”
Camille sank under the giant mound of white bubbles, hiding herself from Erik’s view. She bit her lip as he picked up a bath sponge and lathered it with soap.
“I can wash…”
“Hush. I want to do this. Trust me.”
Camille turned her face from him as he began to gently scrub her back and arms. Erik watched her expressions carefully, looking for signs of panic or disgust. There were none, just embarrassment. Unconcerned with that, he reached down to wash her legs and feet, lifting them out of the water.
“You have gorgeous legs. And the cutest behind I have ever seen,” he added casually, making sure to slip the sponge gently between her legs and wash her intimate parts. Although only the material touched her, Camille still groaned and submerged her head under the water. He pulled her to sit up. “You can’t hold your breath forever, baby. Let me wash your hair now that it’s wet.”
Camille sighed loudly as his strong fingers massaged her scalp and the back of her neck. She suddenly giggled as they touched her behind the ear.
“Ticklish, are we? Nice to know. How about there?”
“Stop it!” she ordered, smacking his hand as he reached under the bubbles to poke her side. “I don’t like being tickled.”
“Have you ever been tickled?” Erik asked, poking her gently again.
“No! No one… stop!” Camille erupted into gales of laughter as he ran his fingers against her ribs, lightly brushing her breasts in the process. She was out of breath in a matter of seconds.
“You look like a little drowned rat,” Erik teased, dabbing the water from her face with a towel. “But a very pretty one. Would you like to stay and soak for a while?”
“Yes, please,” Camille answered, panting. “Could I have some water? I’m thirsty.”
Erik nodded, handing her a glass along with a basket of bath toys. “Here you go, baby. Call me when you are ready to get out. Do not stand in the tub without my help.”
“But…”
“Next time, I will use the hairbrush on your bottom. Believe me, a wet bottom meeting wood is not
a happy bottom.”
“Yes, sir,” Camille pouted.
Chapter Eight
Camille watched as Erik left the room and reached behind to rub her aching posterior. He had an iron hand, that was certain, and she immediately regretted putting up such a fuss. She was an actress, for crying out loud. Nude scenes were done all the time in her profession and she had to start somewhere. She just had not expected it to be done in this manner!
She had to admit to herself that she found the whole scene rather tantalizing. Being spanked on the bare bottom, stripped naked, and then bathed by one of the most handsome men on the planet was certainly high on her list of fantasies. But this—she touched her sore backside again—was not fantasy. This was reality, as much as the fact that Erik’s touch, even through the soft washcloth, left her aching for release.
Leaning back under the bubbles, she slowly reached between her legs, her fingers seeking out the little, aching nub that pulsed with excitement. Her eyes frantically searched the room for cameras, not wanting anyone witnessing what she was about to do. Leaning against the high back of the tub, she closed her eyes as she gently pinched the pebble between her fingers, rolling it back and forth and kneading it softly as her arousal grew. She had only done this once before, and had been interrupted by her mother screaming at her that she was late for a shoot.
Camille bit her lip, keeping an eye on the door for an unexpected interruption. Her chest tightened as she felt her blood flow through her body, the tension in her loins so great that she thought she would snap. Her finger encircled her clit faster, firmer, pausing only to dip into her tight slit. She explored her body shyly, feeling the smooth surface of the walls of her virginity, and the harder, bumpy roof of her pelvic bones. She imagined what it would feel like to have Erik there, to feel his fingers caress her before engulfing his manhood within this part of her body. She was curious, of course, but also terrified. Would it hurt to have him there, inside of her?
Her breath quickened as she threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She was so close to this wonderful place that she had heard so much about. So close…
Her eyes shot open as she saw Erik standing over her, his eyebrow raised slightly.
“What are you doing in there, darling?”
“Oh my God,” she groaned, sinking under the water again.
He reached under to pull her up. “Rescuing you from drowning yourself seems to be a theme here. Would you like some help with that?”
“Please go away,” Camille begged.
Erik squatted next to the tub and looked at her squarely in the eye. “House rule…”
“Erik, not now. I want to die from embarrassment.”
“House rule,” he repeated. “No self-pleasuring. If you need anything, call me.”
Camille just groaned and submerged once again under the mound of bubbles. She popped her head up as she felt his hand reach into the water and rest between her legs, cupping her inner thigh. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Finishing what you started.”
“No! Don’t…”
Erik withdrew his hand from the water. “No problem. I don’t ever want to force you to allow me to pleasure you. Stand up. It’s time to get out.”
“But…”
“I have already seen you naked, remember? Right before you got in and right after you got spanked. Now, mind me.” He unstopped the tub and waited, towel in hand.
Camille bit her lip and slowly stood, planting her eyes on the floor. Erik wrapped the large, soft towel around her wet body and lifted her to the floor, patting her skin dry. Silently, he toweled her wet hair and then took her hand to lead her into the bedroom. Camille fidgeted, uncomfortable with his silence as he pulled the soft nightie over her head and beckoned for her to sit on the floor between his knees so he could comb out her mass of long curls.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, working through a tangle.
“No. You are being very gentle. Thank you. My mother used to tug until I screamed,” Camille answered, grateful that he was changing the subject away from her humiliation.
“I have heard some things about your mother from Stan. He said she was not a very affectionate person.”
“My mother was interested in one thing and one thing only. Money. She pimped me out to a diaper company when I was about two to do commercials and found it was an easy way to pay her rent. I was never able to go to public school because she kept me occupied with commercials, auditions, and photo shoots. I was lucky that Stan stepped in. He was the proverbial bull in a china shop when he discovered what she had been doing. He made sure I got an education and handled my expenses. He also made sure I was protected legally and financially. He obtained my power of attorney and started a trust fund that she could not touch.”
“I don’t understand why she would have relinquished her control and allowed him to represent you.”
“He threatened to obtain an attorney and have her investigated for neglect. I guess he might have exaggerated a little bit, but it worked. She isn’t very intelligent and was easily intimidated and she panicked,” Camille giggled. “She still stuck her finger into everything though, and constantly criticized me. She was so pretty when she was young and then ended up with someone who looks like me…”
“Do you know anything about your dad?” Erik interrupted her self-degradation, lifting the blow drier to her hair, brushing carefully as her silky strands relaxed under the warm heat.
Camille hesitated before she answered. “No. She never talked about him. I guess they were not married when I was born because she did not even place his name on my birth certificate. He is listed as ‘unknown.’”
“It sounds like your mom had quite a bit of hurt in her life.”
“That is what Stan said too, but he also said it was no excuse for her to treat me the way she did. Making me pay her back for being born in the first place. He was the closest thing to a real parent I ever had.”
“He’s a good man, even though he let you get away with anything you wanted. It was probably a good thing that you were kept so busy working, otherwise you would have turned out to be one spoiled rotten little girl.”
“I think that being constantly made fun of kept me a bit on the shy side, too. You wouldn’t understand…”
“No? I looked like a string bean with a very feminine face until I hit my teens. I got bullied plenty, and ended up in way too many fights. Arthur was my salvation. He did much the same for me as Stan did for you. He is an odd man, with a heart bigger than the moon. We owe them, Cam.”
“Yeah, I know. What are you doing now?”
“Turning down your bed. It’s time for your nap. No faces, young lady,” Erik cautioned. “I have a special surprise planned for you tomorrow if you are a good girl for the rest of the day.”
“I’m not tired. I already had a nap anyway, remember? On you.”
“That was only an hour. If you aren’t tired, you can just close your eyes and rest. Do you want me to sing to you?”
“You can sing?” Camille asked with surprise in her voice.
“I did Broadway for a while, remember? There’s my pretty girl. Head down on the pillow. Here you go,” he handed her a stuffed panda bear, “cuddle this.”
Camille fought sleep as he began to croon in his soft baritone, stroking her back as he did so. A smile settled over her face as she dozed. She could get used to living this way. She realized she liked being Erik’s little girl. Not the spankings, but the nurturing. He made her feel safe, warm, and cared for. And she liked it.
* * *
Camille yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Blinking, she noticed sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. She looked around for a clock. None. Shivering, she pulled her blanket over her shoulders and padded across the way to Erik’s room. She opened the door quietly and peeked in. He was snoring softly, face in the pillows and half off the side of the bed. With a grin, she dropped the blanket, ran in, and leapt ont
o the bed,
“Wake up!” she ordered, starting to jump on the mattress.
He grabbed her ankle, making her fall. “House rules…”
“There isn’t a clock in my room, so I had no idea what time it was. The sun is up and it’s so pretty outside. Get up and we can go jog or something.”
“Sleep. Early. Now,” he grumbled, face still in the pillow but not releasing his grip on her foot.
“Damn, you are cranky in the morning. Fine then, I will go by myself,” Camille said with a pout.
“No swearing. And no, you will not be leaving this compound without me. Too many things to get into.”
She grunted and pulled away from his hand, pausing before she struck him with a pillow.
He lifted his head and looked at her sleepily. “Honey, I was up late last night writing emails. Please, let me sleep a bit.”
“It is a weekday and you said not before seven. Your clock says 7:15. You did not give any exceptions for your choice to stay up late,” Camille retorted, hitting him again.
Erik groaned, hiding his head under a pillow. “Stop. Wake me up in an hour and we can take a walk if you want.”
“No! Get up now!” The pillow struck him a third time.
“Do you want a spanking? Because that is going to happen if you don’t lay off.”
“Maybe I do!” Camille giggled, landing the pillow across his rump. She squealed as he grabbed for her and missed. She stood in the doorway, laughing as he sat up in bed, his hair sticking up every which way. “You need a hairbrush.”
“So do you, right across that little backside of yours.”
“Gotta catch me first,” Camille announced, running out the door. She paused on the small bridge, waiting to see if she had a pursuer. Yes!
“Young lady! You get your bottom back here!” Erik ordered, looking quite scruffy and bedraggled as he tied his robe around his waist. “Don’t make me chase you.”
“You can’t catch me anyway, old man,” Camille laughed shrilly, running in the direction of the compound’s hub. She dodged between the units, taking whatever bridge and crosswalk she happened upon. She skidded to a stop as Erik emerged in front of her.
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