The Last Match

by Stevie MacFarlane

  “I see you’re dilly-dallying,” John said from the doorway, smiling as he watched her peeking through the items in the dresser. “You were supposed to change so we could go for a walk.”

  “Sorry,” she replied with a smile, closing the drawer. “It’s a beautiful room, JB,” she said. “You went to a lot of trouble to recreate something that never existed.”

  “That’s the point, honey, and I wanted to do it. Come on, let’s get you changed so we can go for that walk,” he said, entering the room and going into the closet.

  When he came out he was carrying a pretty blue sundress, a white cardigan and white sneakers. Opening the dresser he took out a pair of white cotton panties with tiny blue flowers and a pair of white ankle socks edged with blue lace.

  “Is that what I’m wearing?” she asked with a grin.

  “Yes,” he said as he placed the clothes on the bed and walked to her. “Lift your arms up, honey.”

  Erica hesitated for moment, shrugged her shoulders and lifted her arms up while John pulled her T-shirt over her head. When he unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down, taking her thong panties with them, she began to feel a little embarrassed. Her bra followed her other clothes onto a pile on the floor, and she almost covered her privates, which was totally stupid considering the incredible things he’d done to her less than 24 hours ago.

  Reaching out her hand for the white panties, she frowned when he knelt down and held them for her. ‘Step,” he instructed as he waited for her to lift her foot from the floor.

  “Okay, buddy, it’s your dime, I guess,” she snapped, grasping his shoulder to steady herself.

  John pulled the panties to just below her bottom, gave her one sharp smack on her butt and pulled them the rest of the way up.

  “Buddy?” he asked as he straightened up. Tipping her chin up with his finger, he looked into her eyes with a firm demeanor. “I can understand you not wanting to call me Daddy, especially after last night, but I’m not now, nor will I ever be your buddy,” he informed her. “John will do of JB if you prefer, but never buddy.”

  “Okay,” she answered, surprised at the meekness in her own voice.

  John smiled and kissed her on top of the head. Within minutes, she found herself dressed and sitting on the bed while he tied her sneakers. Taking her hand, he led her to the dresser and picked up the hairbrush, watching her in the mirror as he brushed her long, dark hair. He noticed the light make-up she wore and decided he wasn’t going to make an issue of it now, but tonight, during her bath, they would discuss it. He felt it was important to keep things as realistic as possible, at least in the beginning. Later, he would be open to her input.

  Setting the brush down, he turned her toward the bathroom and gave her a little nudge in that direction.

  “Did you brush your teeth after breakfast?” he asked, surprising her.

  “Um, no.”

  “Why not?” he asked as he picked up her clothes and took them to the hamper. “Cavities hurt, and trips to the dentist are expensive. From now on I expect you to brush after every meal and before you go to bed. Is that understood?”

  “Yeah, I guess,” she replied, as she slowly backed away from him.

  “There will be no guessing about it, young lady,” he said sternly, steering her to the bathroom counter and opening a drawer. Taking out a new toothbrush, he turned on the water and popped open a tube of bubble gum-flavor paste. Squeezing it on the brush, he handed it to her as she stared at him, her mouth open.

  “Come on; snap to it, sweetie, or we won’t have time for a nice long walk before your nap.”

  Really? Really, she thought as she took the brush from him and faced the mirror. John towered over her, his reflection telling her without words that he meant every word he said. In her pretty dress, flat sneakers and her hair down, she didn’t even look old enough to be alone with a man, and her eyes widened when she realized he was big enough and strong enough to make her do anything he wanted. It was a sobering thought, and she quickly brushed her teeth and rinsed the brush handing it back to him.

  “Good girl,” he praised, putting it in a holder on the counter. Taking her hand, he led her from the room and picked up her sweater, slipping it up her arms.

  “John,” she began hesitantly as he smoothed her hair down her back. “I don’t take naps,” she said as he pulled her from the bedroom. “I’m kind of on ‘high idle’ most of the time.”

  “I know that, sweetie,” he answered over his shoulder and then went down the stairs. “We’re going to be working on that, too. You need to learn to relax, little one, and I’m going to help you.”

  “But…”

  John stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her. Two steps up, Erica was eye to eye with him. It was not a very reassuring position as he waited for her to speak.

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked finally, a touch of impatience in his tone.

  “Well, I just thought that… Maybe we should have discussed this more before…”

  “Erica, what is there to discuss? For the next month, I will function as your surrogate daddy, and you will be my little sweetheart. I will give you comfort and care, structure and security, and rules and consequences.”

  “I know, I just didn’t realize there would be so many rules. I thought it would be more, you know, fun. And after last night I figured there would be more…sex,” she admitted, blushing as she scuffed the toe of her sneaker against the carpet.

  John smiled. She was adorable, half woman, half child, and he wanted her exactly as she was. He wanted to love her and cuddle her and discipline her, but he knew she was wounded, her heart battered from the storm that was her childhood. If he couldn’t heal her, at least a little, would she ever be able to truly love another? It seemed unlikely, and he wanted more than just sex from her; he wanted her love. He wanted her to entrust her heart to him for safe keeping. If he didn’t prove he was a man of his word, if he let her call the shots, they would spend the next 30 days in bed, and he would be like every other man who had used her body, easily disposable.

  Reaching for her, John placed his hands on her waist and lifted her from the stair, setting her in front of him.

  “Here’s the deal, kid,” he whispered into her hair as he pulled her close to his warm body and wrapped his arms around her. “We have an agreement, and I’m holding you to it. I make the rules, and you follow them. That’s it, unless you want your sweet little bottom punished. If during the next month, the time and setting is appropriate and you want some big-girl attention, you may say so. Other than that, you mind me. Any questions?”

  Erica snuggled in his strong embrace and tried to keep a clear head. This really did feel nice, she thought as a sigh escaped her. She could hear his steady heartbeat, smell the aftershave he wore as her body relaxed against his. It was like being held by a big teddy bear, and it was wonderful.

  “No,” she said softly, giving him a squeeze. “No questions.”

  “Good,” John replied, smacking her smartly on the bottom. “We need to get a move on, if we’re going to have that walk before lunch.”

  They walked the shore with John showing her the boat house and telling her quite sternly that she was never to take the boat or Jet Ski out without him. In fact, she wasn’t to go down to the lake without his express permission under any circumstances. He showed her the gardens, the pool, and they ended up on the back deck, having a lunch of cold meat sandwiches, chips and drinks.

  “Why can’t I have soda?” she asked, pushing her milk away.

  “Because it’s not good for you,” he said, picking up his coffee. “It’s loaded with sugar and/ or caffeine.”

  “Then I want coffee, like you,” she replied grumpily, bumping her toe against the patio table.

  “No.”

  “Yes, I’m an adult, and I want coffee,” she hissed through her teeth.

  “Would you like water or juice instead?” he asked calmly, wiping his mouth with h
is napkin and setting it next to his plate.

  “No, I want coffee or soda,” she insisted, shoving the glass toward him and watching it spill.

  “What you want and what you’re going to get are two very different things,” he warned, standing and picking up their plates. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

  “Well, I think it’s time for you to stop being a jerk,” she sassed, leaping to her feet and stomping into the house. “I’m getting a headache, and I need some caffeine,” she insisted, “and I’m not taking a nap.”

  John set their plates down on the counter and approached her, laying his hand on her forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he asked, cupping her cheek.

  “I’m fine,” she snapped. “I just have a headache.”

  “Go upstairs and get undressed,” he ordered sharply. “I’ll be up with something for you head in a few minutes. Put on a nightgown; you’re having a nap.”

  The tone of his voice didn’t leave much room for compromise, and with her head already pounding, she didn’t want to make him angry enough to do something she’d be sorry for. Spinning around, she left the kitchen quickly, swearing under her breath every step of the way. Once in her room, she stripped off her clothes and snatched a blue baby doll nightie from the dresser, putting it on. Leaving her clothes where they fell, she flopped on the bed, pulling a pillow over her head.

  Entering the room a few minutes later, John shook his head. Her dress was lying on the floor, her shoes kicked off in front of the dresser and her sweater hanging from the door knob. He wanted to flip her pretty little nightgown up and paddle her ass, but he restrained himself. If she wasn’t feeling well, he needed to be compassionate.

  “Here, baby,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside her. In his hands was a glass of water and two pills. “Sit up and take these.”

  Erica moved the pillow and glanced at his hand before covering her eyes again.

  “Why would I take medication, when some caffeine would do the same thing?” she demanded.

  “Because I’m allowing you to have these, and I will not allow you to have caffeine. These will help your headache without hyping you up, something you don’t need right now,” he said as gently as he could. Lord, she was trying his patience.

  “I don’t want them, leave me alone,” she sighed dramatically.

  “Erica! You have a very limited amount of time to cooperate. Don’t waste it,” he suggested darkly. “Now, either take these pills or I will give you something else to help with the pain, and I can almost guarantee you won’t like it.”

  “No, go away.”

  “Fine,” John snapped.

  She felt him leave the bed and heard him enter the bathroom. Cupboards opened and shut as she waited for him to leave. Her purse was in the closet and in her purse was a magical little item called a cell phone. Her plan was to call and order a meal she didn’t want in order to get something she did, coffee. If she pretended to fall asleep, he’d leave her alone and she could slip out of the house. It wouldn’t take much to walk to the end of the long drive and meet the delivery person. She would probably end up spending twenty dollars for a cup of coffee by the time she was done, but it would be worth it.

  When John returned to the bed, she moved the pillow and stared at him with annoyance. “I thought you’d left,” she said tiredly.

  “Not likely,” he replied, setting several things on the bedside stand. “I would never leave my girl with a nasty headache, even if she is too stubborn for her own good,” he continued as he pulled her easily over his lap.

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, seeing the jar of lubricant and two bullet-shaped, silver-wrapped packages on the bed.

  “I’m going to give you something for pain, honey,” he replied sweetly, pulling her panties down and patting her bottom. “Just relax, and you’ll feel better in no time.”

  “I’ll take the pills,” she squealed as he wrapped one arm tightly around her middle and clamped her kicking legs between his.

  “Too late, honey. Daddy already has a different kind of medicine ready for you, and we wouldn’t want to waste it, would we?”

  “Yes, yes waste it,” she screamed as he spread her bottom cheeks and plopped a good amount of cold gel on her anus. Setting the jar aside, he used his finger to grease her thoroughly before gently prodding her bottom hole.

  “You’re very tight here, sweetie. You need to unclench your bottom and let me give you these suppositories. It’s for your own good, and you’ve certainly earned a little reward for your stubbornness. Come on now and be a good girl. Don’t make me spank you on top of everything else,” he said, sighing sadly but thankful she couldn’t see his grin. The little brat was getting exactly what she deserved. He’d tried to be nice, and he wasn’t sure if she was pushing him on purpose or not, but in the end it didn’t matter. She would soon learn that he meant business.

  “Please, no I’m sorry,” she cried, clutching the bed covers and struggling to get away. “I’ll take the pills now, I promise.”

  “Unfortunately, that’s no longer an option,” he scolded gently as he raised his knee, putting her at a better angle. “Now behave yourself and let’s get this over with so you can have a nice long nap.” Moving his hand between her cheeks, he gathered some slippery goo on the tip of his middle finger and proceeded to ease it into her tiny hole, ignoring her rapidly increasing squeals. When he was able to sink his finger knuckle deep, he removed it and pinched the first packet, popping out the thick suppository and positioning it at her opening.

  “This is the first one, baby. We’ll let it melt a little once we get it in deep enough, and then we’ll see if I have to stretch you any further. Take a deep breath now and be good.”

  Erica was beside herself as the hard bullet seemed to be sucked inside her. It felt enormous, even though she knew from seeing it, it wasn’t very big at all. His thick finger followed it, pushing it deeper as she howled in frustration. That was when she made her second big mistake of the day.

  Swearing like a drunken sailor, she called him every name she could think of and added a number of threats besides. It didn’t take John long to show his displeasure, and he quickly commenced spanking her with sharp, stinging smacks.

  “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior, Erica,” he informed her sternly although he doubted she could hear him over her rant. Holding her securely, he spanked her quite firmly, covering every inch of her bottom until she sagged across his knees in surrender.

  John stopped spanking immediately and began rubbing her back as he waited for her to recover. When her sobs had turned to sniffles, he picked up the other suppository and squeezed it open, gently pushing it deep within her. There were no complaints this time, no swearing or fighting, just Erica lifting her bottom to accommodate his ministrations. His thick finger followed the path of the bullet, and he tried to tell himself it was to make sure she couldn’t push it out, but it was the rhythmic contractions of her sweet ass that held him captive. With every rock of her hips, soft sighs escaped her, and his cock swelled with delight. She was anal erotic, he realized. Hell, it didn’t get any better than that.

  Pulling up her panties, John moved her onto the bed, took his supplies to the bathroom and washed his hands.

  “Let that be a lesson to you,” he scolded firmly as he returned to the room. “Next time, mind me and take the pills because I have an entire box of the other.”

  “Really?” she asked with a smile on her face.

  Lying sprawled on the bed, her hand rubbing her tummy, she was the picture of an unrepentant temptress.

  “Yes, really,” he answered, shoving her aside and pulling down the covers. Picking her up, he dropped her in the middle of the bed and started tucking her in. He intended to kiss her forehead, but Erica had other ideas and grabbed his shirt, pulling his lips to hers.

  “JB?” she whispered, so close he could feel her breath tickling him.

  “Yes,” he replied, st
aring into her eyes. The blue pools shimmered with laughter and something he couldn’t name.

  “I may never take another pill,” she breathed, pulling his lips closer.

  John floundered, torn between joining her in the bed and what he felt was his mission. The thought of sinking into that sweet little ass was almost more than he could bear. With great effort he gave her a little peck and straightened up.

  “Stop it, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not seducing you,” he growled as he moved to the door.

  “Can’t you do both?” she asked with a worried frown.

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I seem to be having a hard time keeping my hands off you.”

  “Well figure it out, JB, because I sure as hell want more from you than a father figure,” she said, flopping onto her side.

  “Go to sleep brat, we’ll talk when you get up,” he said closing the door.

  Chapter Ten

  “I can’t believe I got married wearing these ratty clothes,” Susan groused as Marcus picked her up and carried her over the threshold, “and in sneakers, no less.”

  “I’ll bet you never planned on spending a good deal of your wedding night over your husband’s lap either?” Marcus teased.

  “You’re not really going to spank me?” she gasped, tightening her arms around his neck. “Not on our wedding night?” she pleaded prettily.

  “What do you think?” Marcus said with a laugh.

  “I think I should have given this more thought,” she shot back, kicking her feet.

  “Too late, Red,” he crowed. “You’re mine now, signed, sealed and delivered. Shortly I will put my stamp of ownership on that sweet ass of yours.”

  “Are you sure that judge was legit? I never heard of anyone getting married at an airport,” she questioned, her eyes narrowing as he carried her upstairs, taking them two at a time.