Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  “No, not really.” My voice cracked. I didn’t want to open up to him while face down in an exam room but his tone sounded sincere. “I thought maybe the Nursery would be a nice safe environment but my head space doesn’t go that young. I love the appeal of being wrapped up and cared for, but I’m not a baby. So, I thought I’d dress up like a schoolgirl, but I was missing something there. The uniforms are cute but the atmosphere wasn’t for me. I can see the appeal, and everyone looked like they were having fun, but I couldn’t get into the mood.”

  I sounded like a certain golden-haired girl who was alone in a house that wasn't hers. Babies were too young, and sassy schoolgirls were too old. I needed my perfect middle ground.

  “What do you think you’re missing, Lucky?”

  “I wanted to color and dress up like a little girl and be coddled and cuddled but not the whole time.” I blew out a long breath. How much was I willing to share with this stranger?

  “Being a Little is different for every person, just like being a Dominant is different. Can you elaborate on the things you’d like to experience?”

  “I’d love to have fairy tales read out loud to me while I’m dressed in cute frilly outfits but then I want to be spanked while I'm still dressed up. I want to be spanked so hard that my ass is tender and throbbing from all the attention. A heavy wooden paddle or a leather strap would both work nicely.” I sighed. “Then I’d want orgasm after orgasm until I’m completely sated.”

  Tears pricked behind my eyes. I anticipated his negative reaction; it was the same one I had gotten from people in online forums and communities. The same one I was used to for the past several years. Doc might proclaim me to be faking my younger side and kick me out of the entire program. I dragged a finger across the soft pink bracelet on my wrist and sniffled.

  “It’s all right.” He rubbed my back with his free hand. “I’m certainly not going to judge you. Have you ever told anyone else that particular fantasy?”

  “No. Not in all that detail, at least.” I sniffled again. “I don't know why I shared it with you. A Little can’t be loved gently and fucked roughly at the same damn time.” Huge wet tears slid down my face. “Maybe I’m not really a Little after all.”

  Doc removed the thermometer and I immediately missed the weight of it, along with the warmth from his hand.

  “Your temperature is perfectly normal.” He tapped the center of each of my cheeks with his finger. “Now, if you continue spouting on about whatever ridiculous notions someone might have said to you once then I’ll take advantage of your position and warm up these pale cheeks of yours. I'd like you to at least entertain the idea that it's okay for everyone to have different kinks. Don't let someone else define what is yours.”

  “It’s not a ridiculous notion. Numerous people have told me as much.” That was an exaggeration. “I fooled myself into thinking I could fit in around here,” I snapped, growing uncomfortable at just how much info he had pulled out of me. “I won’t ever fit in anywhere and its pointless to believe otherwise.”

  Doc wheeled the stool over to the counter and set the thermometer down. Freeing his hands meant he was serious about a response to my negative comments. I hadn’t agreed to anything, but he had issued a warning. One I had chosen to ignore. Shiitake mushrooms. Would he deliver on his promise?

  “It saddens me to hear you say those things. Luckily for you, my hands are quite adept at expanding horizons.” He rubbed his hands together. “Don't. Let. Someone. Else. Define. What. Is. Yours.” Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to both sides of my ass.

  “Ouch!”

  Flurries of smacks landed on my right cheek and then my left. Over and over, his palm danced across the expanse of my behind, bringing heat to the surface. It had been years since I’d gotten a real spanking, and those yummy stings melted away my stress.

  New kink: Getting spanked by a man wearing latex gloves .

  Four slaps bounced off the tops of my thighs with a higher intensity than the others.

  “Not my thighs!” I struggled to stay in place. I’d never received a punishment spanking before, but this one felt close to what I'd imagined. “Please stop!”

  “Hm.” He paused and rubbed his hand over the spots he had smacked. "What's your safeword, Lucky?”

  “Fuck.”

  Yeah, I could barely bring myself to curse in my head or out loud on a typical day but he tore the f-bomb right out from between my lips.

  “Fuck is not a good choice for a safeword, and I highly suspect you’re lying. You really don’t want to find out what I do to naughty patients who lie to me. Try again.”

  I sucked in a breath. Handing him my safeword on a silver platter would practically invite him to continue his assault on my backside, but I could have called the Castle safeword. Hadn't I spent so many nights dreaming about a hot Dom slapping my ass until I begged him to stop?

  “Okay, I'll tell you, but what do you do to patients who lie to you?”

  “Safeword first.”

  “Mascarpone.”

  “Good choice,” he praised. “Naughty patients who lie get their mouths washed out with soap, as well as their bottoms.” His fingers traced along my burning thighs as he spoke. “After such a punishment, they won't lie to me again.”

  Mother of pearl . Why did the thought of Doc punishing me, even though I didn't really want to be punished, flood my pussy with arousal?

  “Do you mean an enema?”

  “I could do an enema, but I prefer soap stick suppositories. They're more effective and quicker to deliver.”

  “Eek.” It wasn't my choice response but the noise fell out of my mouth. Holy soap stick. Okay. That was definitely not what I thought he meant. “What does it feel like?”

  “The soap irritates your bottom. Before glycerin suppositories were invented, soap sticks were used to combat constipation. Not the most pleasant experience, for sure.”

  “I've never had a suppository in my life. Are there non-punishment ones?”

  “Of course, but you've veered off track.”

  Dr. Gabriel delivered several swift blows to my upper thighs. I wished to take back my snarky comments from earlier, but it was too late for that. His focus moved upward, to the fullest part of my ass, and down again. Over and over, he struck each of my cheeks. From the heat radiating off my ass, I was sure it was glowing hot pink from his attention. After one partially hard smack, I yelped.

  “I’m sorry!”

  “What are you sorry for, Lucky?”

  “I refused to do what was asked of me. I pushed your buttons.” An exasperated sigh fell out of my lips. “You threatened to spank me if I continued on with the notion that what I want is an impossible ask, but I kept going on anyhow.”

  “It seems like something is getting through to you. I wasn’t joking about each person being different. You shouldn’t compare yourself to anyone else.” He tugged my panties into place and lowered my skirt down over my aching, burning globes.

  “I’m just basing my information on the sort of experiences I’ve had. I went to a few munches and the general consensus says that I’m not a Little.”

  “How many people told you that?”

  “Not that many.” Doc had read way into the story behind the limited details I had given him.

  “If you only listen to one person’s opinion then you are doing yourself a disservice. Listen, if you sat down with me and I told you the sort of activities I like to engage in at the Castle, you might question a whole bunch of things about me, but it’s just one opinion. I know what I’m into and as long as I’m acting with a consensual partner and following safety guidelines, then I don’t need to explain my desires and fantasies to anyone.”

  “Do you think the sort of things I’ve hinted at are too much for someone who claims to be a Little?”

  “No, I don’t. I think your fantasies are solely yours, but here’s something you might not have realized.” Doc caressed the same spots he’d lit into a few moments
ago, his touch soothing away the ache. “For every scenario you can think of there is someone, somewhere out there who is willing to engage in it with you. Your chances of finding that person at the Castle is even higher.”

  “Uh-huh. Let me guess. You’re a real doctor who wants to play kinky medical games with someone?”

  “Yup.”

  The thought clenched my pussy. I didn’t think the idea would turn me on but I ground my hips into his thigh. My body refused to stay still. What was it about this man that had me whimpering and aroused from such limited interactions?

  “Oh, well that’s cool, Doc. Would you elaborate on that?”

  What a stupid thing to say!

  “From the reaction of your undulating hips, I'd love to share more details but I'm working all weekend. Me telling you my naughty fantasies won’t serve either of us.”

  My breath escaped like a deflating balloon. The first man to get me over his lap in the Castle, to probe me (well okay, it was a medical procedure) and turn me on in such a short amount of time was busy. All. Damn. Weekend.

  A sharp tap sounded on the door, followed by quick footsteps across the floor.

  “It’s Stasia,” she announced. “Sorry to come in without knocking but I wanted to check in. Uh-oh.” She clucked at my prone back. “What’s happened here, Lucky?”

  “I didn’t listen very well,” I muttered into my hands.

  “Did you disrespect Doc?” She tapped my shoulder. “I should have warned you about how he handles naughty patients.”

  “Yes, I was sort of naughty,” I agreed. “But I am feeling much better.”

  “Well, I'm happy to hear you're feeling better.” Stasia chuckled. “You're in very good hands.”

  Dr. Gabriel tipped me into an upright position, but kept me on his lap. My head swam a bit but I’d have begged for him to turn me over his knee again. If I could stay with him all weekend, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, even if meant being a naughty patient and he had to restrain me in order to give me what I needed. That thought merged with the idea of snuggling on his lap and coloring in a fresh new coloring book. His remark about being into medical play thrilled me and filled my brain with wild thoughts. I wanted to do all of those things with him.

  Doc held me so gently that I rested my head on his shoulder. When I realized what I was doing, I lifted it but he guided my head down. He helped me figure out a lot of things in my head that I wouldn’t have been able to do otherwise, and I felt a pull of some sort toward him.

  Daddy Gabriel has a very nice ring to it.

  “I hope you’ll remember to listen from here on.” Stasia glanced over at me. “And I'm happy you're staying the weekend.”

  “I’m nervous about being here all alone,” I admitted to her.

  Do I still want to go home?

  “It seems that you’ve had a good interaction with Dr. Gabriel. What if you were paired with him this weekend?”

  “I’m working all weekend, Stasia,” he clarified. “I already had this conversation with Lucky.”

  Her eyes sparkled as if she had a secret. Did I dare hope that some behind the scenes magic had occurred?

  “It’s a legitimate question, Doc. Don’t you know anything can happen at the Castle?”

  He didn't reply to her strange question, but slid me off his lap and got to his feet. I stared up at her, wondering what was on her mind. A cold pad wiped over my arm but just as soon as I could process what was about to happen, it was done. How had I not noticed Doc in the background stealthily pricking me again?

  “Hey! I really hate needles.”

  “It’s already done and over with.” Doc turned the small machine to me again like he had earlier. “Your sugar has gone up, which is wonderful, but your system needs a full meal to keep it steady. We don’t want it crashing again.”

  “I'll try to keep it steady.” Convincing the two of them should have been easy but they shared a look. Crap. What was going on?

  “We certainly don’t want you to spend the weekend locked up in my medical wing.” Doc crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Unless you want to be tied down in another part of the wing,” Stasia added. “Back to my original question. What if Doc was free this whole weekend?” She continued on, “It’s not a good idea for you to be alone for another minute. You need someone watching out for you for the next few days.”

  “I’d really like that but, uh, there’s something else I’d been hoping for.” I swung my feet off the stool while I spoke. “I wanted umm… you know… a Daddy this weekend. So, um, if Doc isn’t open to that idea then I’ll just maybe go and, um, try to do something else or, like, go home.”

  Sugar-babies. I only used filler words when I was having trouble staying in one mindset or another. My heart soared at the thought of Doc being my Daddy for the weekend but it also brought on a fresh round of nerves.

  “I was hoping you would say that.” Stasia held out a white bracelet toward Doc. “I already talked to Master Marshall. He agreed that Daddy Drake would have wanted you to take care of his friend. Who better than to care for Lucky then her own personal doctor?”

  I glanced over at him casually and noticed how tall he was for the first time. His height dwarfed my five-foot-five frame. Underlying hang-ups about my body poked through with a vengeance. Why would he want to play with me anyway? He probably had legions of potential submissives banging down the medical wing door for the chance.

  Wicked butterflies fluttered through my stomach. I bit down on my lip and studied Doc’s gorgeous face. Would he tell me to find someone else?

  Doc touched the bracelet and then let his hand fall.

  “I absolutely respect Master Marshall. Normally, I would honor his decision, but I’m working.”

  “Dr. Craig is covering all your shifts here.” She beamed at me as another bracelet appeared in her hand and she offered both of them to Doc. The white one indicated he was a Dominant, which I had figured out already, but the pink one showed him to be a caregiver to a Little—namely me—if he would accept it. “You can personally ensure Lucky has all of her needs met this weekend. It’s what we want for each and every guest of the Castle. Plus, if there are any sort of lingering medical problems, you’d be there already to assess the situation.”

  What if he wasn’t feeling the same sort of connection as me? I smoothed the gorgeous white apron down over my dress, tracing my fingers over the embroidered lavender and violet colored flowers to stop from fidgeting. I inspected the smooth shiny surface of both of my patent leather Mary-Janes and frilly socks. Anything to distract me from the answer Doc was about to give.

  “I haven’t gotten to play out that particular dynamic but I’ve explored the idea of it for quite some time.” Doc snapped his gloves off and washed his hands before returning to my side. “I can stay with Lucky while we find someone with more experience in that dynamic, or the two of us can dive into it together. I’m not opposed to either solution.”

  “Can I tell Lucky about the last time we did a scene?” Stasia waited for his permission to go into detail.

  “Yeah, if you think it’s relevant to this situation.” He motioned for her to continue.

  “Many of us in the medical wing are workaholics. Whenever I actually get to play, I tend to reach subspace, and I hit it fast. Master Gabriel is one of the gentlest Doms I’ve ever played with.” Her eyes darted to his. “We’ve also done some more intense scenes but somehow his touch is the perfect balance of utterly wicked and feathery soft.” A soft pink tint flushed her face. “If you want my humble opinion, Doc is a natural Daddy.”

  “I truly appreciate the sentiment coming from you.” Doc grinned at her.

  The way the two of them interacted intensified my want to spend time with him this weekend. He seemed genuine to his core.

  “When I'm not in my Little space, I also want rougher stuff. Stuff that maybe most people aren't into.” I sighed. Medical play had been listed all over my paperwork but I’d never ex
pected to be paired with an actual doctor.

  “Master Marshall himself looked over your interests. He agreed Doc would be a good fit for the sort of things you’re into. The day played out just a little different than any of us expected.” She winked at Dr. Gabriel. “There’s no right or wrong when it comes to the sorts of things you are interested in as long as you are in a safe space and your consent is respected. The Castle is a second home for me, and it’s one of the safest places you can be in to explore the sort of activities you’ve only dreamed about.”

  Doc held out his hand and Stasia snapped the two bracelets onto his wrist.

  “Thanks for getting my shifts covered. It means a lot to me.” He glanced down at me and then lifted me to stand. His hands were warm and inviting. “Let’s go get you something to eat, Lucky.”

  Doc settled things faster than I thought he would, easily making the decision to move us forward.

  “Oh, yeah, okay.” I nodded my agreement with this set-up.

  “Have fun this weekend, Lucky.” Stasia smiled. “You too, Doc.”

  We left hand in hand, and those butterflies fluttered through my belly again. With Doc as my Dom and my Daddy for the weekend, I couldn’t wait to experience everything the Castle had to offer—and more.

  Chapter 3

  Luciana

  A fter I’d eaten a full meal with protein, veggies, and carbs, I looked for what yummy desserts were around. Doc returned to the table. His plate had a rainbow of fruits spread out as well as a piece of cheesecake, two brownies, and an assortment of cookies and pastries.

  “Oh!” I clapped my hands together excitedly. “Is that all for you?”

  “This is way too much sugar to eat all by myself, though admittedly, I could eat the whole damn thing and lick off the crumbs.” He smiled. “Do you like cheesecake? This one is the best I’ve ever tasted.” He slid a new fork into the creamy goodness and offered me a bite.

  I opened my mouth and closed my lips over the morsel.

  “Oh my god.” I thoroughly enjoyed the taste and I could have sworn my eyes rolled back in my head. “This is the best freaking cheesecake I’ve ever had!”