Meeting Her Master (17 page)

“Ugly? You are stunningly beautiful. I don
’t understand.
”

“Inside ugly. I didn
’
t feel like a parasite.”

“You are not a parasite. You are a butterfly learning to stretch her wings. You don
’
t have to hide anything from us, ever. We will never judge or punish you for being who you are.”

“Even if it
’
s weird or freaky?”

“I promise. Just remember,” Blake whispered in her ear, “I am into weird and freaky. Let me know and we can explore it together.”

“Okay,”
Dahlia yawned.
“Are you still mad about us being late and not calling?”

“Peeved, but I
’
ll get over it.”

“Too bad, because I really wanna spanking,” Dahlia snickered.

“Oh, really? So the best way for me to punish your lack of consideration is to refuse your request, right?”

“Aw, Blake…”

“Good night, darling. I want you to get right to sleep. And no playing with yourself.”

“You are so mean!” Dahlia punched his arm.

“Not mean, sadistic. I keep telling you, the best way to punish a masochist is to deny her what she wants.”

Dahlia just stuck her tongue out at him while snatching up her bear and holding it close to her chest. Blake laughed. She was too adorable!

“Keep this up and I might turn you over to Giada to put into diapers and feed you with a bottle.”

“You wouldn
’t dare!
” Dahlia looked appalled.

“Honey,” he kissed her pink lips as he stood to leave, “I would dare anything. Sleep well.”

* * *

Morning arrived with a clap of thunder and an unexpected downpour of an early summer rain. Blake cursed as he threw on jeans, a t-shirt, and his boots then ventured into Dahlia
’
s room. She was sleeping, curled up like a kitten on top of her blankets, bear stuffed under her arm and looking as cute as could be. He hated to wake her.

“Time to get up, cupcake. Dress comfortably and grab a windbreaker. We are having a summer storm.”

“Storm? We have to fly in a storm?” Dahlia was suddenly awake, her eyes filled with panic. “Make it stop!”

“Um, I
’
m good at a lot of things, but controlling the weather is a little out of my expertise. What
’
s wrong?”

“I
’
ve never been in a plane before and I don
’
t wanna crash,” Dahlia cried out, thunder rocking the room. She flung her arms around his neck and held to him tightly.

“Shhh, there is nothing to be afraid of. Giada and I will be there with you. Bring your bear to help.”

“It will look stupid,” Dahlia said, clutching the stuffed animal to her chest.

“Let
’
s play a game,” Blake
’
s eyes glittered. “We can pretend we are a family and you are my little girl. No one will say anything.”

“I
’
m too old to be your little girl,” Dahlia said in a tiny voice.

“No, you aren
’
t, plus, with your hair pulled into a ponytail, you look like a kid. Play along. It is a good distraction. In fact,” he stroked her face, “it might be kind of fun. One of my pets is an AB…”

“What
’
s an AB?”

“Adult baby. He loves to color and play with Legos, and he even has an auntie who cares for him as though he were a toddler. While you get dressed, I
’
ll go see if he has anything we can bring with us. I will be right back.”

Blake returned with his arms loaded with coloring books, crayons, Magic Markers, and colored pencils. Dahlia gaped at him.

“Take your pick,” he said, strewing it on her bed. “Breakfast is ready, too. I
’
ll take your suitcase to the door and don
’
t forget to grab a jacket.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Dahlia grinned playfully, grabbing several coloring books and the colored pencils. She followed him out like a puppy at his heels, trying to trip him as he walked.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked, stopping to look at her.

“What you told me to. Distracting myself.”

“Hmmm, I see. We have some time before we have to go. Eat your breakfast and we can go to the dungeon for a few minutes.”

“Really? Cool! I
’
ll take that with me,” Dahlia said, snatching her plate and stuffing the bagel into her mouth while heading back toward the doorway to leave. Blake shook his head, sipping the coffee that had been handed to him, and followed her out.

He threw a trench coat over his head and ran out with Dahlia under his arms to the adobe house, joining her laughter as the rain pelted them. He shook his hair like a wet dog after entering the room and flipped on the light switch. Dahlia shifted back and forth eagerly, watching as he turned on the giant electric fireplace and opened the wall-length cabinet that contained the implement rack.

“This is the first time you have taken me in here since the day I moved in,”
Dahlia mentioned.

“Is it now? Hmm, this will do nicely,” Blake commented, lifting a bamboo rug beater from the rack. “We only have about fifteen minutes, so I
’
m going to give it to you hard.”

“Really? The way I like it?” Dahlia sounded surprised.

“Yes, darling. The way you like it,” Blake said, swinging the device in his hand. He pointed to a broad desk. “Drop your jeans and lean across. Keep your panties on for now. What do they say?” He peered closer. The words ‘
R U Chicken?’
splashed across the hot pink fabric. Blake grunted. He suspected this was Giada
’s doing.

He placed his left hand down in the center of Dahlia
’
s back and slowly rubbed the cold bamboo over her scantily clad bottom. He lifted the implement and tapped her cheeks twice, urging her to present them as more accessible targets. Holding the handle loosely in his hand, Blake pulled his arm back and allowed momentum to take control. The rug beater swung forward and impacted across the span of Dahlia
’
s bottom with a loud thud. She lifted her torso off the table as the strength of the impact penetrated her thoughts.

“
Fuck
! Get that thing away from me!” she yelled out.

Blake pressed her back down on the desk and held her in place. “No. You like it hard and will take whatever I want to give you.”

“Not with that…
Ow
!”
Dahlia’
s breath caught in her throat.

“Just wait until I take those challenging little panties down, cupcake,” Blake warned, swinging a third time and allowing the instrument to plummet across her outstretched posterior. He ignored the gasping and the tears, watching her body language as she melted into the desktop. A fourth, fifth, and sixth stroke lashed into her and Dahlia raised her bottom to accept more. Undeterred by her sobs, Blake skimmed her panties to her knees.

“Look at those lovely marks striping your ass.” He ran his warm hand over the outlines of the impact. “Some are already turning a sweet shade of purple. How dark would you like your marks, Dahlia?”

“As dark as you can get them. Make it so that I feel you for the rest of the day,” Dahlia murmured, her demeanor evidence that she was starting to drift.

“I will not break skin, baby. You know that. As for you being able to feel them,” Blake ran the rug beater across her skin, “I have means of promoting the pain. I am going to give you six of the best, fast and hard. Do not move. I don
’
t want to catch your thighs.”

A scream echoed through the room as Blake delivered the menacing strokes with grim determination. She shuddered visibly on the fifth strike and fell into a spasmodic climax upon the final one. Blake shook his head, fascinated with Dahlia
’
s body
’
s ability to react so pleasurably to such pain. Without giving her time to recover from her orgasm, he plunged a vented plug deep in the recesses of her ass.

“Holy shit!” Dahlia yelped as she was taken from the rear without warning.

“Hush,” Blake ordered, rubbing her happily bruised bottom with cool lotion that smelled strongly of cinnamon. “We have to go. Get dressed.”

“I need a hug and… fuck! What is this stuff?” Dahlia said, starting to dance around as she fanned her bottom.

“Tiger Balm. Zip up those jeans, my girl. You will feel this for a while,” Blake grinned, hugging her tightly.

“
I don’
t know whether to love you or hate you. This stuff is awful.”

“You are welcome.”

Chapter Ten

Dahlia fidgeted in her seat on the plane, squirming uncomfortably yet happily.

Giada tapped her knee. “You need to settle down, child. You act as though you have fire ants crawling in your jeans.”

“I might as well,” Dahlia whispered back. “He marked me and then put Tiger Balm
and
a plug in!
”

“Well, well,” the woman clicked with her tongue, “you must be one very happy little girl. How is your anxiety?
’

“I can
’
t think much about crashing when I can
’
t sit without pain,” Dahlia groaned. “The Xanax seems to be helping, but my tummy is still spinning a bit.”

“Xanax is compliments of Humberto. He hates to fly and would never, ever venture out in this weather. Blake will be back in a minute with some soda for you. Did you show him your bear?”

“Yeah. He wanted me to pretend to be your kid for the trip. What
’
s with that?”

“It
’
s another form of the lifestyle called age-play. He
’
s never really indulged before, but I enjoy it. Isn
’
t that so, Blake?” Giada asked as he returned to his seat, ginger ale in hand.

“Here, baby, this will settle your tummy,” he said, handing the soda to Dahlia. “What are you ladies talking about?”

“How wonderful you are,” Dahlia said, sipping the cold drink. “Thank you.”

“We were also discussing age-play a bit.”

“You would do anything to get someone to suck your breasts, Gi. Although, with those nipple rings in, it makes it a bit difficult,” Blake said loudly.

“
Shhh! Your voice carries!
” Dahlia cautioned, seeing the people in the seats in front of them turn their heads.

“So? What do you think they would say when they know you got a spanking before you got on the plane? Or that you are wearing a butt plug as you are sitting here?” he asked, enjoying Dahlia
’
s blush, Giada
’
s laughter, and the uncomfortable stirring of the people overhearing the conversation.

“What if someone who knows you hears this?” Dahlia whispered into his ear.

“Why do you think I booked a flight from Dallas instead of San Antonio? Daddy ain
’t no dummy, little girl,
” Blake teased.

“Neither is your mommy. And yes, I do like having my nipples sucked,”
Giada snickered.
“Maybe if you
’
re a good girl, I will let you do that later. Would you like that?”

Dahlia shrugged, dizzy with excitement, confusion, and the medication. “
I don’
t know. I never did that before. It
’
s been done to me…”

“I think it
’
s time you learn how to do some more giving,” Giada announced.

Dahlia bit her lip and leaned against Blake
’
s shoulder, her backside still burning and her bottom-hole aching from the plug. She smiled softly, curling up on the seat. Between these two people, she felt safe and genuinely wanted.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. “Huh? What
’
s wrong?”
Dahlia asked groggily.

“Nothing, cupcake. We
’
re here. Did you sleep well?” Blake asked, pulling the carryon pieces from the overhead bin.

“By the sounds of her snoring, I would say the answer is ‘yes,
’”
Giada commented, taking her bag.

“
I don’
t snore.”

“Yes, you do,” both of her seatmates, and the two people in front of them, said at once.

Dahlia blushed and hung her head.

Giada flicked her finger under the girl
’s chin.
“Head up, child. If someone teases you, the best way to deal with it is by playing back. This goes for anything emotionally uncomfortable. Smile, accept it, and play along. The teasing loses its power that way. That
’
s why Blake was so
loud
on the plane.”

“I can
’
t believe he said that stuff, and you either. I get it, but…”

“See this ass?” Giada pointed to her ample bottom. “For the longest time, all I heard were fat jokes and comments about this ginormous rump. Even though I knew that there were a lot of men, and women, who like asses like mine, society still fucked with my brain. Until one day, when this one man made a comment about me going to the gym.”

“I remember that,” Blake added. “We were at the feed store and he said that you would be gorgeous if you would only shed a few pounds and hit the gym a couple of days a week.”

“How rude!” Dahlia exclaimed. “Did you punch him?” she asked Blake.

“I didn
’
t get a chance. Giada looked at him straight in the eye and pointed to me. She said, ‘See that big, handsome cowboy over there? He loves to fuck this ass with a dick that is at least twice the size of yours, and he likes to fuck it hard.
’
Then she told him to talk to her when he could grow a decent set of balls.”

“You didn
’
t!”

“Oh, yeah, I did. Of course, Blake would remember me calling him handsome and bragging about his prowess.”

“Can
’
t deny the truth, Giada.” Blake tipped his hat at her and led the way to the concourse where their driver stood holding a sign. They walked outside and were smacked in the face by warm, dry air and blazing late afternoon sunlight.