Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) (6 page)

“Ouch, it hurts…”  I tried to wiggle myself free, but there was no way for me to escape.

“You asked for this.  I warned you what would happen if you acted foolish.”  He pulled me tight against his abdomen and continued to spank my bare bottom.

“Oww…”  I whimpered and whined.  “I know…”

Fear engulfed me and I started to wonder exactly what I had gotten myself into.  My bottom stung and started to burn with each hard smack.  His hand was wide and covered most of one side each time it came down.  It moved so fast that I could barely focus on the agony from the previous one before that same punished flesh was once again bouncing against his palm.  I started to understand why his daughter was such a successful young woman.  If I had grown up with the reality of a spanking every time I misbehaved, I would have never even considered shoplifting.  I would have been a model citizen and probably volunteered at soup kitchens just to increase my good karma.  It started to sink in what I had truly missed in my life, not having a father, and having a mother who hardly paid attention to me.

“Do you understand what happens to naughty brats under my roof now?”  He asked as his hand continued to fall.

“Yes…”  I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“Yes what?”  He spanked me five times hard in the center of my bottom.

“Yes sir!”  I practically screamed it out as the pain was amplified from the repeated smacks to the same spot.

My legs kicked around wildly, and all sense of modesty was washed away by the agony building on my bottom.  I knew he was getting an eyeful of things I had never showed anyone, but I couldn’t control myself.  The tears that had welled up in my eyes ran freely down my face.  I began to regret all of the things I had done wrong in my life, but most of all I regretted not having a man who loved me enough to correct them.  My emotions became conflicted.  I knew I deserved a spanking, but it hurt, and I just wanted it to end.  I had learned my lesson and it was one I wouldn’t forget.  Submitting to Solomon meant more than just giving him my body.  It meant there were consequences for my actions, even more so than I realized the day I moved in.  I had lived my life with no rules, no regulation, and no ramifications.  That was over.

“I promise I’ll be good!  I won’t do anything bad ever again!”  I let out a wail as I bounced around underneath his palm.

“It is easy to make promises when you’re getting your bottom worn out, but it is a lot harder to keep those promises once the sting wears off.”  He continued to spank me without hesitating.

“I’ll keep them!”  I said quickly, gritting my teeth and feeling another fresh stream of tears pour down my face.

I realized the spanking wasn’t going to end on my terms.  A profession of my best intentions were just words.  I had gotten a long way in life with my words, but they weren’t going to save me from the punishment I had brought on myself.  My whole bottom burned with radiating pain rising up to meet his hand each time it came down to punish me for my transgressions.  Before I found myself across his knee, I did not understand the things I read in his profile.  I did not understand what a strict daddy was, and I certainly did not understand submission.  A life built around consequences meant doing whatever it took to avoid ending up in the very spot I was in.  It meant that he didn’t just expect submission, he commanded it.  As I leaned forward and clenched the quilt on the bed, sobbing and begging for forgiveness, I realized my life was never going to be the same again.

“I’m sorry I poured out your beer!  I’m sorry I spied on you!”  I howled out, my words barely heard over the loud sound of my spanking.

“Is that all you’re sorry for?”  He asked as he adjusted me on his knee.

“No…”  I whimpered. “I’m sorry for everything…”

My life flashed before my eyes and all of the things I had done came pouring out of me like a long overdue confession.  There was a lot for me to be sorry for, and every time I spoke, I felt relief for a moment before the anguish set in again.  I had been such a horrible person my whole life.  I had never really taken responsibility for my actions.  I simply blamed them on my situation or my mother.  She had done the best she could for me, despite her flaws, when the reality was I was the one who was flawed most of all.  I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been.  I was nothing more than a child, a product of my own creation, and I had never really grown up.  I had the body of a woman encasing the heart and maturity of a little girl.  I felt my body go weak and I continued to sob.  I had nothing left to confess.  I was drained, both physically and emotionally.

“Are you sure you want to pursue this kind of life, Amy?”  The smacks slowed down, but got harder.

“Yes sir.”  I admitted through my sobs.  “I don’t just want it…  I need it…”

“You understand that you’ll be in this position on a regular basis if you don’t do what I say?”  He asked with in a firm tone.

“Yes sir.”  I nodded furiously.

“I don’t play games.  I’m too old for them.  Either you’re a hundred percent committed to a relationship where you are totally submissive to me, or you need to tell me you’re not.”

“I am.”  I looked back at him.  “I love you…”

Love was a new emotion for me, or at least that kind of love.  All through high school I had boyfriends I thought I was in love with, but I realized there was no substance to it.  They were just cute guys I was attracted to, but there was no emotional bond.  Perhaps that is why I could never give myself to them.  I had plenty of opportunities, and they definitely pushed for it, but it never felt right.  I had dated some of them longer than I had even known Solomon, but I felt a much deeper connection with him.  I felt like I could do anything if he supported me.  My words were true.  I didn’t just want a relationship with him under his terms, I needed it.  I needed to know my actions had consequences and I needed someone with the strength to make sure I didn’t let my own actions destroy me.  It was more than passion and romance; it was a connection that tied us together.  When his hand finally stopped, I was completely spent.

“Love is a complex feeling, Amy.”  He stroked my hair as he helped me off of his lap and cuddled me in his arms.  “What you’re feeling right now is just an emotional reaction.”

“I think it is more than that…”  I buried my head against his shoulder.

“Maybe it is.  I certainly hope that it is.  Since you’ve been honest with me, I think I should be honest with you.  Take some time to get yourself together and then meet me downstairs.”  He ran his fingers through my hair and pushed it away from my face.  I turned to look at him.

“Can you just hold me a little longer?”  I begged.

“Of course.”  He started to rock me lightly and I felt tears coming again.

A little longer turned into an hour of being cradled.  The emotions were not completely washed away with the spanking, and I still had tears to shed.  He made sure my eyes were dry before he finally placed me on the bed and went downstairs.  I wondered what sort of honesty he intended to share with me.  I was a little scared at the thought of something coming between us, but I trusted him.  I finally got up and started to get dressed.  There wasn’t anything in the closet that I felt like trying to stuff my punished bottom into, so I settled on a dress.  At least with a dress, I could leave my panties in the drawer.  I was fairly certain it would take an act of congress to convince me to put them on at that point.  I slipped my feet into a pair of flat shoes and started the painful walk downstairs.  Each step made my bottom twinge, which paused me in my step.  It took twice as long as normal just to reach the last step and walk into the living room.

“Have a seat.”  He motioned to the chair which was across from his.

“I…”  I winced at the idea.  “I think I’d like to stand.”

“I said, have a seat.”  His words were stern and I quickly realized my mistake.  I bolted to the chair and sat down, completely ignoring the pain that it caused to put weight on my bottom.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry.”  I swallowed hard and looked at him.

“There is something I have to tell you, something that you have to understand.”  He lit a cigarette and then I heard the front door open.  My eyes went wide.

“Dad?”  A voice called out.

***

I knew the older detective had a daughter, but she was supposed to be miles away.  The shock on my face was echoed on his.  I had no idea what to do.  He quickly jumped up and started towards the door, but she was walking into the living room before he got a chance to say anything.  She looked at him and then to me with confusion on her face.  I realized just how awful I probably looked with my swollen, puffy eyes.  To make matters worse, I was wearing her dress, which I could tell she took notice of the second she saw me.  Solomon hugged her and she returned the hug, but she was cautious and her eyes never lifted off of me.  I felt my throat tightening as I realized I was going to have to introduce myself to her.  I stood up and grimaced as my bottom returned to normal form after being in the chair.

“Chloe?  What are you doing home?”  He took a step back and stared at her.  “Why didn’t you call?”

“Who is this?”  She asked, completely ignoring his question.

“This is Amy.  She’s—a friend.  She didn’t have anywhere else to go, so I’ve been letting her stay here.”  It was the truth, but I didn’t like being called
friend
.

“Hi, Chloe.  Your father has told me a lot about you.”  I tried to keep a straight face as I walked over and extended my hand.

“Nice to meet you, Amy.”  She continued to stare at me suspiciously, even as she shook my hand.  “A friend, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”  Solomon said sternly.  “What are you doing here?”

“What?  A girl can’t come home every now and then?”  She dismissed the question with one of her own.

“Chloe…”  The gravel in his voice got rougher and I watched Chloe melt underneath it.

“Can we talk alone?”  She asked as her eyes clouded over.

“Sure, definitely.”  I said in a hurried tone.  “I’ll be upstairs in my room—your room—I’ll be upstairs.”  I scurried towards the steps and grimaced with each one as I tried to take them softly.  I paused at the top of the stairs when I heard them speaking.  I didn’t want to eavesdrop, but at the same time, I was too curious to simply go to my room.

“What is going on, Chloe?”  I heard Solomon sit down in his chair.

“Who is that girl?  Why is she staying in my room?”  It sounded more like a demand than a question.

“Don’t change the subject.”  There was an edge to his voice.

“I’m sorry, dad.  I got thrown out of school…”  Her voice was faint and I had to strain to hear it.

“What!?”  His voice certainly wasn’t faint.  “What the hell do you mean you got thrown out of school?  What did you do?”

“Nothing, it was a misunderstanding.  I didn’t cite my references right on one of my research papers and they called it plagiarism.”  She exhaled angrily and I could hear her sit as well.

“They don’t throw you out of school for making a mistake, especially not when it comes to plagiarism.  Are you being honest with me?”  He seemed to be growing angrier by the second.

“Yes, of course.” She responded quickly.

“Chloe, don’t lie to me.”  I could sense the distrust.

“Okay, no… There is more to it.  It wasn’t the first time…”  She sounded almost sheepish.

“Chloe Marie Crane, I should blister your ass until you can’t sit down for a week!”  His rage was so harsh I took a step back.  I had never heard him that upset before.

“I know, it was stupid!”  She sighed deeply.  “I just got so overwhelmed with studying, labs, tests, and papers due every week…”

“That’s called college.”  He said sharply.  “You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to become a vet.”

“It was a lot harder than I thought.”  She said with another sigh of despair.

“So what are you going to do now?”  I could hear his lighter click and then an exhalation of smoke.

“If I had any idea what I was going to do, I wouldn’t have come home.  I don’t know, dad.”  She stood up.  “Can I at least stay in the guest room since you’ve given my room away?”

“Of course you can stay, but you better start looking for a job tomorrow.”  I heard him stomp towards the front door and it slammed hard.

I quickly ran to my room and peeked out the window.  He threw his cigarette into the grass and got into his car, nearly screeching his tires as he pulled out of the driveway.  I realized I was alone in the house with Chloe and there was no doubt she would have questions for me.  I waited for a while for her to come up, and when she didn’t, I decided to go downstairs and face her.  I could hear her crying when I got to the bottom of the stairs.  I wondered if I should interrupt her, but she sounded like she could probably use a friend.  I understood being at the bottom of despair with no way out, but unfortunately she didn’t have someone to save her like I did.  The man who saved me expected a whole lot better from her.  I turned the corner and watched her for a couple of seconds before I spoke up.

“Chloe?”  I asked.  She jumped in surprise, and then lifted her head.

“I guess you heard all of that?”  She asked.  “These walls are paper thin…”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”  I decided to keep the fact I was eavesdropping to myself and let her think I simply overheard it from where I was supposed to be.

“Since he is going to tell me who you are, why don’t you enlighten me.”  She swallowed hard and narrowed her eyes at me.

“I’m nobody, really.”  I walked into the room and sat down.  “He arrested me for shoplifting a while back, and then he ran into me at a homeless shelter…”

“Oh, that’s great.”  She shook her head back and forth.  “He’s letting homeless shoplifters stay in my room now.  Are you fucking him?” She asked bluntly.

“What?  No!”  It was the truth, even if I was certain it was going to happen soon—or would have happened soon had she not burst through the front door.

“I see.  So my father just let a random shoplifter he arrested move in, and he’s not fucking you?”  She laughed a little bit through the tears.