Delia Grace
Delia Grace is a mid 30's hopeless spanko and voracious reader. Married for over seven years to the first man who ever dated, spanked, kissed, or etc. etc. her (in that order - wink wink) she is grateful to have a real-life fairytale and knight in shining armor to use for inspiration in her writing. She has spent her entire life within an hour of Washington, DC, but loves to travel and meet like-minded individuals, and uses all of her spare time and funds to do just that.
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Chapter 1
Luciana
I had meandered down to Wardrobe after hiding out in my room for a few hours. Since I'd originally been paired with Daddy Drake for my first weekend at the Castle and he had been deployed just a few days ago, no one seemed to be available to play with me. I would probably wind up alone and sad for the whole time.
Cut it out, Luci! I admonished myself in my head. I had already been assured that a plan was in the works, but it would take just a little more time to match me. I was even allowed a few extra perks for being so patient. Patience was a virtue that I didn't have much of, but I attempted to make the best of it.
My nerves worried me and I hadn't been able to relax, so I forced myself to focus on the pretty dresses and gorgeous accessories. Purple was my favorite color, and the outfit soothed me into a younger head space immediately.
“I can put your hair in pigtails. Would you like that?” Janice, the sweet wardrobe assistant, asked me in a cheerful voice.
“No, thank you.” I shook my head as she walked a slow circle around me.
“Oh!” Janice clapped excitedly. “I can do French braids and weave a pretty ribbon through each one. Look!” She rummaged around in a basket for a moment before plucking out two gorgeous pieces of fabric. “These match your dress perfectly.”
How could I refuse? I bobbed my head up and down. “Yes, please.”
I was nervous-excited for all of the possibilities that awaited me inside the Castle walls but as soon as the last hair elastic was tied around the tail of my braid, and I stood up to admire Janice’s handiwork, starbursts flooded my vision. Oh no!
“Hey!” Janice patted my shoulder. “Are you okay, Lucky? Your hands are shaking. Why don't you sit down a second?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” I lied, not wanting to figure out what was actually wrong with me. Warm waves of heat washed over me and my stomach knotted up. I grabbed the lower part of my abdomen and pressed it with my hands as if I could stop the feeling.
“I’m calling our medical team. Sit down, Lucky, right now!” Her voice took on a deep tone, as if she were trying to use her most authoritative one, and the shock of it forced me to follow her direction. The lightheaded feeling grew even worse so I sank down to the floor.
“I-I don’t feel well,” I admitted reluctantly.
“Don’t worry. I've got someone on the way. You’ll be in good hands.”
A young woman wearing scrubs entered my field of vision and it seemed like she had gotten there impossibly fast.
“Hey, Janice. I was headed back to the medical wing.” She noticed me on the floor and walked over. “I’m Stasia, one of the nurses at the Castle. Can you walk, or do you want me to get you a wheelchair?”
“I'm dizzy.” Hating the idea of being wheeled around the Castle but feeling like I had no other choice, I opted for wheels. “I don’t know if I can walk.”
“I can carry her if you want to get her looked at sooner rather than later,” a booming voice offered.
I looked up to see one of the most muscled men I’d ever seen in my life. His uniform was nothing fancier than black jeans and a t-shirt with big white letters that read ‘Chief of Security’ across both his back and his chest. He was huge, and his dark eyes didn’t miss a thing as he assessed the situation.
“Thank you so much, Jackson.” Stasia beamed over at him before kneeling down next to me. She winked. “Being carried around by the head of security is a perk all its own.”
“Okay. Thank you,” I mumbled, embarrassed by the situation, but the huge hulk of a man picked me up effortlessly. His bulk dwarfed my frame, making me feel tiny in his arms, something I wasn't used to, and it calmed me a little.
New kink: Being carried around by hunky men. Bonus if they are wearing a uniform.
I escaped into my head on the walk to the medical wing, but Stasia checked my pulse at least once as the two exchanged friendly banter. They attempted to keep me involved in the conversation, but I wanted this ordeal to be over with.
I stayed quiet and thought how much better it would be alone in my room. Starting the weekend with a medical problem prompted my brain to believe the whole weekend would be spent in such a state.
I should have turned around and gone home the moment I pulled into the parking lot, instead of getting onto the bus.
“Can you please bring her into exam room two and set her down on the bed?” The sweet brunette nurse pointed Jackson towards a room on the right side of the hallway.
“Sure thing,” Jackson agreed.
“I'll be there in a minute. I just want to grab your medical files and one of the doctors on call. Okay?” Stasia touched my shoulder and I nodded.
“Okay.” She walked off in the opposite direction and I worried my lip. My anxiety raised as soon as we turned into the wing. Medical places freaked me out. Doctors also freaked me out.
“Your weekend can only get better from here,” Jackson pointed out gently as he took us into the room and deposited me onto the exam table. It was as if he could read my mind.
“Or worse,” I muttered.
“Or better.” He smiled down at me and it melted away some of my fears. Everyone here was so damn friendly and considerate, but it didn't seem to be just because they were employed at the Castle. No, it seemed like they all wanted to be here, and ensure everyone enjoyed themselves.
“Thank you for helping me. I appreciate it.” I sighed. “I’ll try to have a good weekend.”
“It's up to you to make this experience the best you've ever had, Lucky. Yes, you can make it a poor experience if you hide away from everyone, but there are so many wonderful people here who want to engage with you.” Jackson patted my head. “You need to get feeling better so you can enjoy every moment. Even a trip to the medical wing can be enjoyed.” He winked. “If you're into that sort of thing.”
“I've spent a lot of time thinking about being here, and I want to enjoy myself. I just got a bit overwhelmed.”
“If you need anything, let me know.”
“Okay, I will.”
Something about his deep tone and casual conversation made me relax a little more. It was short-lived, however, since once he left me alone in the room, all those anxieties came flooding back. I should ask the doctor to send me hom e. That's what I wanted anyway. Then at least I could say I chose to make the weekend a failure. I let my head fall back against the wall and fretted. How long would I have to stay here by myself? The anticipation drove my anxiety through the roof, and I got off the table. I wobbled on my feet, unsteady, but it was better than being up on a table waiting to be prodded.
Chapter 2
Gabriel
I pinched the bridge of my nose as Craig, my friend and fellow doctor, nagged me.
“You’re working way too much for your own good without much play time, if at all, Gabriel.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t take orders from you.” I chuckled. “I’ve seen what you do to the botto
ms who don’t listen. Being restrained and padlocked isn’t my thing.”
“Yeah, but you’ve only seen it because you’ve helped me get those restrained limbs out of straps in a hurry.” Craig nodded. “I never have to worry when you’re observing my scenes. Your shears are quite adept.”
“Hm. That adorable redhead last month found out she liked getting cut out of ties.” I rubbed my eyes, irritated at how tired I’d grown. “She got so incredibly turned on, even though the outcome could have been more serious.”
Heavy restraints, or ones which encompassed the entire body, blood play, unusual insertables and the like required another person in the room for observation. Light medical play didn’t require it unless you needed a more experienced set of hands in there with you. A simple scene could go awry so when you’re doing stuff off the typical beaten path, it was better to be safe than sorry. Many of the medical professionals were also into the kinkier type of medical play, so we observed each other more often than not.
I had no excuses not to play when I wasn’t working, but most of the submissives in my life already had dominant partners of their own. I enjoyed play scenes with them on occasion but I wanted a woman who balanced precariously on the edge of wild vixen and innocent little girl. Forcing a pause from the strange thought, I rubbed my chin. I’d given up on trying out my Daddy side a while ago. I had researched the dynamic but hadn’t tested the waters. One might think, with the sheer numbers of guests who had come through these halls over the years, that I’d have found my perfect little girl by now. Maybe a perfect mixture didn’t exist for me, but I refused to let it get it to me.
“The Castle is a place to explore all of your wildest fantasies and create new ones.” Craig threw a small stress ball at the wall and caught it on the bounce. “There is nothing I like more than being a part of a scene where the sub finds a new kink. The wonder in her eyes, wide pupils, parted lips.”
“Yeah, man, for sure,” I agreed.
Meanwhile, my mind was racing. Could I even be a good Daddy for a special Little? Would it be weird to do sweet things like cuddling and caressing her adorable body, then switch it up? Restraining her against an exam table, tormenting her with incredible sensations until she writhed, begging for a release? The mental image hardened my cock.
“Hey, Doc. Can I talk to you a second?” Stasia knocked on the open door.
“Yeah, of course. What’s up?”
It wasn’t officially my office, just a spot to sit until we were needed which the staff shared. Pulling the door closed behind her, she crossed over to and perched on the edge of the desk. Her long lean legs went on for days, and even in scrubs, I could appreciate the view. Craig nodded at one of our favorite nurses and went back to his game of catch.
Stasia and I played together when we could but it had been a while, since we were both so busy.
“I’ve got a young woman named Lucky who isn’t feeling so well. I think she needs an extra dose of TLC, as well as your expert medical care.” She smiled. “Lucky was going to meet up at the Castle with a gentleman who was suddenly deployed overseas.”
“Are you talking about Daddy Drake?”
“Yeah. He has been a fairly frequent guest, especially over the past few years in between deployments.”
“Oh, yeah. Daddy Drake got the flu last year. He stayed cooped up in the medical wing. It probably wasn’t as fun for him as it would have been for a sub,” Craig mused.
“Or anyone who wasn’t ill.” I rubbed my chin. “Yeah, it was better for him to just stay put than risk exposing more people, and we got well acquainted, to say the least.” He and I had a lot in common, actually, though he was more into impact play than I was. Drake was one of the most enigmatic and supportive Daddies who visited the Castle. Many of the Littles felt some sort of pull toward him, and he was a fond mixture of soft teddy bear along with that subtle military dominance. He was a popular guest, for sure. “Is Drake this young woman’s Dom?”
“No. They hadn’t really gotten far in their communications, but he’s a huge advocate for the Castle, as you might know. He tells those just starting out—either as Tops or bottoms—to check into what we offer. Since he always enjoys his time spent here, he shares that with like-minded people. We’ve played before, but our kinks don’t mesh well. He’s a heavy impact guy and I like—” her eyes dropped to the floor, “—other things.”
“Soft and pink,” I offered knowingly. “Sensual, silky binds, and lots of textile sensations. Leather gently tracing over your ass, or feathers tickling your breasts. Your reactions are the same as long as the touch is light.”
“Oh, no. Don't you start with me.” She snapped her head up and her normally gray eyes turned stormy. Something shifted in the air between us. “I’ve got four more hours to go until I get off shift. I don’t have somebody to help me unwind in another part of the Castle but it would be fucking awesome if I did.”
“I haven’t started yet.” I quirked an eyebrow, surprised by her reaction.
“Listen, Gabe—” Stasia slammed her mouth shut but it was too late.
“Uh-oh.” Craig whistled. “Somebody’s asking for it.”
I loathed the nickname, and she only used it when she desperately sought a release or it truly slipped out due to stress. I stood and grabbed the back of her head so she focused on my eyes. I'd find someone else to take care of Lucky, leaving me free to adjust Stasia’s attitude. She needed a break as much as I did.
“No, wait.” Stasia placed her palms against my chest, and her eyes pleaded with me to listen. “I came in here about Lucky.”
“Dr. Craig can take care of her.” My jaw clenched and relaxed as I studied her face. She was all sorts of wound up.
“I was serious about your expert care.” Her eyes darted to Craig. “No offense, but Lucky is a Little. I-I think you might connect better with her, Master Gabriel.”
Fuck . Throwing in my title, one few were allowed to casually use, forced a pause.
“Damn it.” I shook my head. “See if Amanda can come in early to cover your next shift so you can get a break. If I have to say it again then I'll strap you down to a table in another part of this wing. You'll get your release but it will be long after I thoroughly punish your ass.”
“I-I don't want to be punished, most especially not by you.” Her breath hitched in her throat. “I'll do what you asked.”
“I didn't ask.”
Her eyes widened at my declaration but she wasn't mine to keep in line. Still, it seemed like she needed extra guidance. She would follow my order because she enjoyed listening to me, even if she seldom admitted it out loud. I was one of the only Doms at the Castle whom she listened to away from normal play scenes. There were plenty who would play with her, but something about our interactions stayed with her long after we stopped. She glanced at Craig again.
“I can take you over my knee as easily as Gabriel could, but I think you’re seeking way more than just a good spanking, Stasia. If you’d like, I can sit down with you sometime this weekend and we can try to figure out what you’re missing and how to get it,” Craig offered with sincerity.
“Yeah, thanks. Maybe we could talk.” Stasia nodded.
“Do you think Lucky is ill or do you think it’s more her nerves?” I brought us back to the topic at hand.
“I’m not sure, but a good check-up should do wonders.” Her eyes sparkled. “If anyone can get to the root cause of a problem, it would be you. You are one of the most handsome men in here today.”
“Only today?” I teased as I grabbed my stethoscope and hung it around my neck. Her eyes roamed over my body while Craig groaned.
“Half this wing swoons whenever you walk in,” she cooed.
“Only half?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Ugh.” Stasia rolled her eyes. “Please go check on the adorable woman in room two before your head gets any bigger. Lucky wouldn't let me check her vitals.” Stasia followed me out of the office and touched my shoulder. “You know, Do
c, I’m not the only one who could use the time off.”
“I'm aware. You've got four hours left. Don't stay past your shift tonight,” I warned as I pulled the clipboard out of its holder. It described the incident leading up to and describing why there was a young woman in exam room two.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Stasia patted my arm and walked off.
Typically, I knocked before walking into a room, but the door was ajar. Had Lucky attempted to leave? I strutted through the door and closed it behind me. In the corner of the room, away from the equipment, sat the most adorable woman, muttering to herself.
It struck me as odd, since the incident report Stasia had written up stated Lucky had been carried up from Wardrobe by Jackson, and I expected to see her on the exam table.
Lucky wore the typical attire for a princess in the age-play program but something about the sight of her yanked at my heartstrings. Her brows were furrowed as she ranted but my eyes shifted to her gorgeous, caramel-colored hair woven into two French braids with purple lacy ribbons. The contrast of her outfit against her olive complexion presented the loveliest picture.
Her mouth dropped open and she twisted her fingers around the tail of one of her braids. The gesture and tiny gasp of surprise made it harder to focus on why she was in here in the first place.
Hopefully, Lucky would open up about what was really bothering her, if anything, and she could get back to enjoying her time at the Castle.
Luciana
“Stupid! Stupid for not eating. Stupid for coming to this stupid Castle all by myself!”
“It’s not a stupid Castle. Though it may be hard to see its beauty at the moment, since there is a lot of construction happening throughout these halls.”
The most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on strutted through the door at the exact same time as I was ranting and rambling. He wore typical scrubs but they seemed tailor-made for him and hugged the incredible muscles of his legs and torso. My gaze traveled up and over those amazing abs towards his arms. My mouth actually watered. I never usually paid much attention to a man’s arms, but his were solid. He could hold someone down if he needed to, and the way he carried himself made me believe he would. If he enjoyed giving a good spanking, his hands were made for it, just like his lap appeared perfect to be held across.
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