by Polly Carter
“You mean meet your family?” Pearl sounded overawed by the thought.
“Yes. Why not? I mean, it’s basically only Mother and Ray, and it’s not for ages, so you have plenty of time to think about it. And I’d understand if you didn’t want to. They can be trying, as can their friends, some of whom I’m sure you will have met in Mon Addi. I believe most of them shop there and they’re always dripping with new jewels.”
“Oh! I probably shouldn’t come then,” Pearl said, shaking her head. “I don’t have any jewels except my diamond studs, and they’re tiny.”
Marcus shook his head, too, in reply, but his was in frustration, not refusal. “You don’t need jewels. You will be the loveliest woman there – inside and out – I can promise you that, and all their fancy jewels don’t make them any better than they are which, in some cases, is not that great.”
“What’s wrong with them? Most of our clients are lovely.”
Marcus snorted. “They may be polite to the servants – it’s considered crass not to be – while they stock up their treasure chests with ostentatious trinkets to flaunt their wealth, but most of Mother’s friends rarely give a thought to anyone but themselves. Of course, it’s not true of everybody that will be at her extravaganza, but Mother does seem to attract a surfeit of the shallow kind for some reason. Anyway, I shan’t press you for an answer. Think about it. I’d like you to come. I want you to meet my family at some point. Or rather I want them to meet you.” He smiled and squeezed her hand. “But not yet. I think a party with lots of other people there would be a good time.”
“I want to go. I want to meet your family. And I haven’t seen your house either. I imagine it’s enormous. Not like the farm.” Ping! “Oh, I’ve got a message.” Pearl looked over to where she’d left her phone. “Should I see who it’s from?”
“Yes, go on.” She jumped up, collected her phone and re-joined Marcus before checking the message.
“It’s from Tony! It says: Hey Pearl. Pierre and I are going OS on Monday and wondered if you want to catch up for lunch on Sunday before we go. “Oh goody,” she said wriggling with pleasure, then her face fell and she pouted. “But they’re going overseas! I wonder how long for.” She chewed her bottom lip for a moment in thought, then looked up at Marcus. “Can we have lunch with them? Can we? Please? Oh…” she paused, blushing as she realised what she’d said. “I mean, would you, could you…?”
Marcus chuckled and tousled her hair. “You are utterly delightful. Do you know that? I was fully planning on spending tomorrow with you and would love to meet your friends, especially your BFF. Tell him yes, and see if one o’clock is good for them. We can meet in the mall.”
Pearl fired off her reply, and wriggled and bounced once the arrangements were finalised. “Oh, I’m so excited you’re going to meet Tony and Pierre. You’ll like them. I know you will.”
“I’m sure I shall, and I’ll be able to find out all the mischief you got up to as a teenager, won’t I?”
“What mischief?”
“Aha, that’s what I plan to find out,” Marcus replied, tapping the side of his nose. “I bet you have some skeletons you haven’t told me about yet.” He winked at her to show he was teasing as he finished off the last piece of pizza. “Have you had enough to eat? Shall we clean up?”
Pearl leaned in her chair, rubbed her tummy and puffed up her cheeks. “Yes. I’m so full. I think I’m going to burst.”
Standing up, Marcus pulled her to her feet and into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips. “Don’t do that! I much prefer you in one piece. There’s not much to do here. I’ll tidy up, while you have your shower, get into your spanking pj’s, and wait for me on your bed.”
“Oh!” The colour drained from Pearl’s face as the import of his words sunk in.
Seeing her hesitation, Marcus tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows. “Yes, little girl?”
Blushing, Pearl stared hard at her toe, which was poking the ground, and shook her head. “Nothing,” she managed to mumble. Do I really have to? You’re not serious about spanking me, are you? was what she said in her head, but there was no way she could get those words out. She sighed. She still didn’t fully believe he would spank her, deciding instead that he was teasing her so she would behave in the future.
“Very well, then. Off you go. And make it quick. I don’t want you to make me come and get you.”
Pearl collected the bunny onesie from her wardrobe and took it into the bathroom. It was absolutely the cutest thing she’d ever seen, and she would be so excited to be wearing it if Marcus hadn’t called it her spanking pj’s. She decided that, even if he was only teasing her about the spanking, she’d best not do anything else to make him think spanking her might be a good idea after all. Stripping off, she jumped into the shower, soaped herself all over, rinsed herself clean, brushed her teeth, then turned the shower off, dried herself and slipped into the full-length onesie. She stood in front of the mirror, pulled the hood with its long floppy ears over her hair and twitched her nose while she made tutting noises. Giggling, she strained her neck to see over her shoulder and tried to watch her fluffy tail as she wiggled her bottom. Then she did a bunny hop into a patch of water.
“Ugh.” She wiped her foot on the bathmat, which didn’t do much to dry her soggy paw. The mood broken, she collected her things and went to wait for Marcus. She could hear him in the living room on his phone, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. She fidgeted as she sat on her bed, hugging her teddy bear and wriggling her damp foot. She wondered if she should get a book and be reading when he came in. Would he disturb her if she was reading? Maybe. Perhaps she should get right into bed and pretend to be asleep. He could hardly spank her if she was asleep, could he? And he wouldn’t be so unkind as to wake her up. Surely not. She leaned up to pull the bedclothes from under her when she heard him coming. Quickly, she sat down as though she was about to get caught doing something she ought not be doing.
Her eyes opened wide as he came in and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come and stand here next to me,” he said, pointing to the floor next to his knee.
Pearl held her teddy in front of her face so only her saucer-sized eyes were visible.
“Are you mblmblmbl?” she said in a tiny voice, her words disappearing into the bear.
Marcus kept a straight face, but she saw the corner of his mouth twitch.
“What was that?” he asked.
She hid her whole face behind her bear. “Are you going to spank me now?” she repeated, audibly this time, but only just.
“Yes, little girl. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. So, up you get. Come and stand here, please.”
Without letting go of her teddy bear, Pearl dragged herself reluctantly off the bed and stood where he’d told her to.
“I don’t want you to spank me,” she said in a whisper.
“I don’t suppose you do. And I don’t want to do it either. But you were very naughty, weren’t you? You were warned at least three times, and you went ahead and did exactly what I’d told you not to do, even though I said I would spank you if you did. I can’t not do it after I said I would, can I?”
“Yes, you could,” Pearl said, wriggling and peeking hopefully at him from around the bear.
Marcus swallowed a laugh and poked her gently in the tummy. “Nah.” He shook his head. “That is not going to happen. I’m going to spank your bare bottom, like I said I would, and then you’re going to get into bed and I’ll read you a story if you like.”
Pearl fidgeted and danced on the spot. “Couldn’t I just have the story?”
“Nope. Spanking first. Then story. Come on. I think you’re deliberately stalling. Let’s get this over with, shall we? Turn around, please.’
Pearl’s feet ran on the spot as though they were trying to carry her away and her breath came out in a muffled wail, but she turned as he said and squeezed her knees together.
“That’s a good girl.” Marcus ran his han
d over her hip and then over her bottom, which contracted at his touch as though anticipating a smack. He undid the two buttons at the top of the flap and let it drop down leaving her perfectly framed milky globes exposed to his eyes and his hand.
Slipping his hand in, he cupped one cheek and squeezed it. Pearl shuddered. “Oh my, what a perfect little bottom,” he said, cupping and squeezing the other cheek. “It was made to be spanked. And it has never ever been spanked before?”
“No,” Pearl wailed as it became increasingly certain he was going to be as good as his word and absolutely meant to spank her.
“What a waste,” he muttered, giving it another squeeze. “Turn around then.”
Pearl obeyed wondering why she didn’t run away or jump into bed or simply refuse to be spanked. But she seemed unable to resist him.
“Are you seriously going to spank my bottom?” she asked one last time, clutching her teddy against her belly with one hand and bending over to wrap herself around it, while her other hand covered her exposed bottom.
“I am, naughty girl. I am.”
“Will it hurt?” Pearl asked, finally accepting he was deadly serious about punishing her.
“It’s a spanking. Because you were a very naughty and disobedient girl. Don’t you think spankings are supposed to hurt, at least a little bit?” he said sternly as her nervous toe prodded the ground almost hard enough to make a hole in the floor.
“I don’t want you to hurt my bottom,” Pearl said sadly, her eyes filling with tears.
“Sweet baby girl,” Marcus said, pulling her onto his knee. She buried her face on his chest and he stroked her hair. “I will never ever really hurt you. I promise. Never. Do you believe me?”
She nodded. He kissed her hair, then lifted her face up.
“It’s just a little spanking on your naughty bottom to remind you to be more careful in future. Okay?”
She nodded but didn’t move.
“Good. Then let’s get it done, shall we?”
Pearl reluctantly dragged herself off his knee and stood next to him, her bear covering her face.
“So, a not-too hard spanking this time, and will you be a good girl in the future so I never have to give you a harder spanking?”
She didn’t lift her head, but peeked one eye around from behind her bear and looked up at him from under her fringe, nodding hard.
“Good. Come on, then. Give me your teddy.” He tried to take the bear from her arms, but she clutched it tightly and wouldn’t let go. “All right. You can keep hold of it if it makes you feel better. Lay yourself across my lap.” He tugged her hand gently and guided her over his knee so her exposed bottom was perched high and ready.
Pearl had not been in this position before and it felt strange and precarious. Her toes barely reached the carpet on one side and, as her hands were full of bear, she couldn’t hold onto anything for balance. She wriggled.
“If you’re too uncomfortable holding the bear, you can give it to me and either put your hands on the floor or hold my leg for support. Would you feel more secure like that?”
Pearl nodded and didn’t resist when he reached down and took her bear. “He’s waiting for you up here to give you a cuddle when it’s over.”
Pearl nodded, her throat too full and tight for her to be able to speak. She clutched the leg of his trousers as she felt him arrange her onesie. When she’d lain over his lap, the onesie had ridden up so some of her lower back was exposed by the flap in her pj’s but the area between her bottom and thighs was covered. Marcus pulled it down until he had unfettered access to her plump white bottom. Then Pearl felt him lay his left arm across her as he raised his right hand.
“Here’s your spanking then, naughty girl,” he said as his hand came down and smacked her right cheek. She blinked hard with surprise but didn’t move. “This is for running away when I told you not to,” he said as he rubbed her other cheek and then raised his hand and smacked that one.
“Oh.” This time Pearl gasped at the sensation of his hand cracking against her flesh even though he wasn’t spanking her hard.
“Keep still,” he ordered as his hand rose and fell, her bottom coloured a rosy pink, and every nerve in her body focused on the plump flesh currently suffering under his hand.
Chapter 14
Marcus
Marcus was captivated by the round cherubic bottom framed by the flap of Pearl’s bunny onesie and his heart felt fit to burst. She was completely bewitching, and he couldn’t deny he was utterly smitten. He was in heaven. She was absolutely everything he’d wanted, and he couldn’t believe his luck in finding her. He’d felt it the first time he’d seen her at Mon Addi. She might have been an adult doing an adult’s job, but there was a childlike innocence she couldn’t hide. He didn’t think she had even been consciously aware of it, and doubted other people noticed.
But he had been searching for a long time, and he’d spotted it straight away, and this latest confirmation that he’d not been mistaken filled his heart with joy. She was submitting to his spanking exactly as he would expect a Little girl to submit to her Daddy. His heart and cock were both bursting, and he had to wriggle to try and ease the discomfort in his groin.
He brought his hand down again on her bottom, revelling in how it flattened under his palm and then jiggled as he raised his hand. He wasn’t spanking her hard. He had no intention of making it too painful. He didn’t want to hurt her. She was too precious.
“How are you doing, naughty girl?” he asked, pausing his hand.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Do you deserve this spanking?”
“Yes,” she whispered and he heard the breath catch in her throat.
“Good girl. Your punishment is nearly over. Are you ready for the last few?”
She nodded, and he felt her brace herself.
He raised his hand, and a line from his favourite childhood book, “Where The Wild Things Are”, flashed through his mind: “We’ll eat you up, we love you so.” That was exactly how he felt about this completely captivating girl. He was thoroughly enjoying every minute of having her over his knee and spanking her slowly but not too harshly, pausing sometimes to take in the visual beauty of her blushing cheeks and to squeeze their firm softness.
“All right,” he said, when he’d decided the session was over. “Come here, darling.” He helped her off his knee and stood her with her freshly spanked bottom facing him. Before he fastened the buttons on her flap, he rubbed her punished bottom. “Not too sore?” She shook her head. Her flap refastened, he sat her on his knee and cuddled her into him, and she hid her face against his broad chest. “What a good girl you were,” he said kissing and stroking her hair. “You didn’t wriggle or make a fuss. It didn’t hurt too much, did it?” She shook her head. “Can you look at me, Pearl?” She tilted her head just enough so one eye could see him. He chuckled and squeezed her tight. “Would you like to hop into bed then, and I’ll read you a story?” She nodded, sliding off his lap, picking up her teddy bear and slipping into bed keeping her face hidden.
“What story would you like?” Marcus asked flipping through the books in her bookcase.
“Winnie-the-Pooh”, please. When Eeyore has a birthday. I love that story. It’s so sad even though Eeyore loves his presents.”
Marcus laughed. “Oh, yeah. I read those stories as a kid. I enjoyed them then, but I haven’t read them for ages.”
He found the book and the story and sat on the bed next to her.
Pearl had the covers pulled up to her eyes. “Aren’t you getting into bed too?”
“No, precious. Not tonight.”
She pulled the covers down so he could see she was pouting.
He tapped her sticking out bottom lip and stuck out his own making a sad face. “It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you,” he explained. “I really want to. But I want to make love to you so much I don’t know if I could spend the night in bed with you and resist the temptation. And when I do make lov
e to you for the first time, I will be claiming you as mine forever. I want us both to be absolutely sure that is what we want. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
Pearl let out a huge sigh and shook her head, sticking her bottom lip further out. Marcus laughed, bent down and gently sucked it into his mouth, then turned the suck into a long slow, deep kiss. He scooped her into his arms, his heart melting. He never wanted to let her go. He hoped she understood that. He felt deeply that they were both on the threshold of knowing without doubt that this, her being his Little girl and him being her Daddy, was what they both wanted for the rest of their lives. But until then, he had vowed to be patient.
He laid her gently down and snuggled her bear up to her.
“Settle down and go to sleep, precious angel,” he said, picking up the book again. “I’ll let myself out when you’re asleep and I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll have lunch with your friends. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed reluctantly.
“And can you do one other thing for me please, baby?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Can you stay in your pj’s till I get here in the morning?”
Her eyes popped open wide in alarm. He grinned and stroked her gently. “Don’t look so worried. No spanking. I promise. I want to help you get dressed. That’s all. Would you like that?”
Pearl blushed and nodded.
“Right then, let’s read a story, shall we?”
Pearl nodded and rolled onto her side. Marcus saw her hand automatically go to her face and for a moment he thought she was going to slip her thumb into her mouth, but then she didn’t, just held it against her lips. He grunted quietly to himself. He doubted she would need much encouragement. He felt like it was something she unconsciously wanted to do but had probably trained herself not to because she thought it was wrong. He would happily change her mind about that. He stroked her hair, almost unable to believe his luck in finding her, and her apparently feeling the same about him as he did about her. Then he settled down to read her to sleep.