Time Out (10 page)

“I’m guessing he would if he were involved as a submissive.”

“Oh, come on!  You’re so into it!” Kristina exclaimed, smacking his hand. “I can tell you like the idea of being a big brother or a daddy.”

“I love being a big brother and, yes, I would love to be a daddy.  I don’t understand,” Bryon said innocently. 

Kristina stared straight at him with a challenging expression. “Go on, deny it.  The thought of this lifestyle is as appealing to you as it is for me!” she blurted before realizing what she had said. Well, guess that knocked the cat right out of the bag!   What was even more surprising was that Bryon didn’t laugh at her.

“Of course it’s appealing.  Anything taboo is of interest, otherwise it wouldn’t be taboo.  What I find fascinating is you.  When did this occur?”

“Damn, I’ve had too much to drink.  I can’t believe I said that.” Kristina, hid her face with her hands.  Bryon pulled them away, enclosing her small, pale hands in his large, darkly tanned ones.

“Please, tell me,” he asked, making her look into her eyes.

“That night when you made that statement, about if I ever needed a big brother or a daddy fix, to call you. Then you called me ‘young lady’. That’s what I was up writing about all night.  I am SO embarrassed.”

“No, don’t be.  Anything else trigger you?”

“Yes, your brother at the restaurant and how he demanded my safety, then when you picked me up from the police station and threatened… promised to spank me if I ever pulled that stunt again.  Part of me… well…”

“Wanted me to take control and carry out my promise?” Bryon asked simply.  Kristina’s face matched the color of her wine.  He smiled, squeezing her hand. “Trust me, I will if you displease me.  Would you seriously be interested in exploring the lifestyle? If anything, to appease your own curiosity?  It would make some very interesting research.”

“I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Isn’t it obvious?  I’d need a partner. And I know nothing about it.” Kristina admitted, furiously blushing and avoiding his face.

“Kristina, look at me,” he ordered firmly, his tone taking a turn.  Slowly, she raised her eyes, “First, no more alcohol.  You are not old enough to drink.”

“I’m 22….”

“Maybe your body, but you have the heart of a little girl.  And little girls don’t drink wine.  They also mind their daddys. Understand?”

“Yes.” Kristina whispered, unable to resist being pulled completely into his presence.  He commanded her attention and her response.

“You do have a partner to see you through this journey if you desire it.  Me.”

“You? Are you kidding?”

“No.  I’ve been looking for my own little girl for a long time.  Maybe you will be her.”

Kristina felt a rush wash over her body, from her head to the bottoms of her feet. She resisted the urge to stick her thumb in her mouth as she bowed her head.  Way too much wine!

“This isn’t a game, though.  It’s a lifestyle.  There is no room for lies or second-guessing.  You have to be completely honest with yourself and your partner at all times.  You have to learn to let go and trust like you never have before and it’s very difficult to release yourself in the beginning.  We could role-play, but I prefer the real thing.”

“You really are into this, then? Is that why Suzanne set us up?” Kristina was amazed. 

Bryon shrugged. “Suzanne got us together to have me help you pass your class.  The assignment she gave you was real.  She had no way of foretelling that you would want to explore it. Especially with me.”

“Does she know about you?”

“She does.  She also knows about my family and our dynamics.” Bryon said, laying the foundation of trust with her.

“Rob and Cass? They are involved in the lifestyle, too?”

“Rob is Cassie’s Dom.  I’m her Daddy.”

“What?!” Kristina looked stricken.

“Calm down.  I’m a source of healing for her.  She’s also very excited to know she might get a sister one day and that Rob will be an uncle.”

“You mean that if I, well, get involved with you, I…”

“Also inherit my crazy family.  Yes.  Krissy? Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?”

“No! You said everything right!” Kristina tried to wipe her eyes with her napkin, “I’ve wanted a family for such a long time and then this…. It’s too good to be true.”

“Cassie’s very happy with it most of the time.  But we will go very slowly and really develop our dynamics.  I’ve known Cass for 12 years as her big brother so becoming her Daddy was easy.”

“What would I call you if we did this?” Kristina sniffed, pouting as he took her wine from her hand.

“I told you, no more drinking.  What would you like to call me?” Bryon asked, kissing her palm. 

Kristina smiled. “Papa.  I’d like to call you Papa.”

“And for now on, you’re my little Krissy.”

Kristina found herself smiling sporadically throughout the meal.  Bryon was wonderful company, a great conversationalist, funny and enchanting.  She could not quite get over the ‘Papa’ thing, perhaps because she was sobering up.  She had so many questions that Bryon finally called a halt to it all.

“For now on, young lady, you are to bring your journal.  Write all your questions down and we’ll try to address them later. You look surprised.”

“Oh shit! Suzanne was right! All the questions… I’m asking them!”

“No more swearing.  Nice young ladies watch their mouths and do not cuss.”

“Bryon! Are you listening to me? I’M THE RESEARCH PROJECT!”

“Shhh, you’re too loud. That’s a switch,” Bryon grinned, finger over his lips, “usually I’m the one told to lower my voice.”

Kristina was giddy with excitement.  She started sharing about how she could piece the project together and then suddenly froze, mid-sentence.

“Run out of breath?” Bryon teased, sipping his wine and watching her from over the rim of his glass. 

“You said you had two brothers.  Rob’s the eldest, right? And you’re a middle child.  Who’s the youngest?”

“Glenn.  He’s 22,” Bryon smiled affectionately. 

Kristina frowned. “He doesn’t live the lifestyle like you and Rob, does he?”

“Nope.”

“Holy Shit!  He’s the one who sits across from Suzanne and fidgets!  I thought he looked a little like you two!”

“Yes, that’s Glenn.  And you will be punished for swearing again.  I warned you.”

Kristina ignored him, excited in her discovery, “He’s involved with Suzanne, isn’t he?  In reverse though! He’s her little boy!”

“You’re a smart one, except with a filthy little mouth.  They’ve been together since December.”

“And the friend she told me she was counseling?”

“The truth. Not in our crowd, but in another group.  Suzanne is one of the leading researchers in alternative lifestyle components.  She’s one of the best Domme’s I know, too. And my closest friend, next to my bro.”

“I can picture that woman in black latex with a whip .  She must be a frightening sight,” Kristina shuddered.

“Nope.  She prefers royal blue silk and black lace.  Sorry.  She says leather makes her chafe. When she goes out, though, she wears business suits.”

“How did she get into this?”

“You’ll have to ask her to tell you her story one day.  Not during working hours, though.  Keep things professional,” Bryon cautioned.

“Of course.  I’m not suicidal,” Kristina retorted.  She smiled as the waiter brought them desert and clapped her hands happily. “I love Crème Brule.  Thank you so much for dinner and these flowers.  It’s been a perfect date so far.”

“You are welcome.  It’s easy when you have beautiful company.  You’re blushing!  Soon your bottom is going to look like that,” he whispered across the table. 

“Oh stop it. No need for that.”

“Papas that don’t follow through with their promises aren’t very good ones.  That’s what I have to tell my Cassie-girl all the time. We’ll take care of business when we get to the party.”

“Are you kidding! In front of people!”

“Of course not.  Hank has a room I can use.  While we’re there, do not, under any circumstance, leave my sight. I can’t tell you how serious I am about that.  There are some Dom’s who think they can command a sub at parties like this and refuse to take ‘no’ for an answer. I will not permit anyone other than my family to touch you.”

“You told me that already.  Don’t worry, Papa,” she tried.  It felt good on her tongue.  Bryon looked pleased.

“Good girl.  It will get easier to say with time. Ready?” he asked, pulling the chair out for her.  After buckling her into the front seat and closing her door, he got in and started the car.  Kristina was hanging onto the grip. “Nervous?”

“Terrified.”

He didn’t ask of what, nor did she volunteer.  They both knew it had nothing to do with the party!

* * *

Kristina felt dwarfed as Bryon tucked her protectively under his massive left arm.  He rang the bell of the large, brick three-story house that was located in the back of a gated 8 acre, wooded lot. The grounds were manicured, and laced with fountains and tiny tree lights, giving a warm and inviting glow to the small mansion.  Bryon reached down to kiss the top of her head.

“Everything will be fine,” he reassured her.  An older man answered the door,

“Bryon! It’s so good to see you, son!  How’s the family?” He gave Bryon a huge hug and a kiss on both cheeks.

“Wonderful! Thanks for having us, Hank.  This is Kristina.  She’s the one Rob told you about. Krissy, sweetheart, be a good little girl and say hello to Mr. Hank.”

“How do you do, sir?” Kristina asked, resisting the urge to curtsy before the cheerful, but intimidating, gray-haired man.

“Ahhh, so she knows…. Excellent. No pretending then?” Bryon shook his head with a smile. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Krissy. Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable. You know the rules, Bry.  Knock on closed doors and no playing without consent.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Hank, but would it be ok if I ask questions?”

“Oh course, honey, just don’t ask for names.”

“Do you engage in this lifestyle?” she asked nervously, taking out her notebook. 

He offered her a seat. “What a big question for such a little girl! Yes, for Forty years now.  Would you like to meet my little girl?”

“Yes, please!”

Hank waved his hand and a striking, mature woman approached them.  Kristina stared.  She was in her mid-late 50’s, slender, with her pale blonde hair in two braids alongside of her face.  She was wearing a pink velvet jumper with poodles on the pocket and matching pink sneakers.

“Krissy, this is Hildy.  She’s 12. Hildy, this is Krissy.  She’s Bryon’s brand new little one.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Krissy.  How old are you?”

“22, ma’am.”

Hildy looked around, confused.  Hank laughed, affectionately smacking her rump,

“She’s new at this, honey.  She was talking to you.  She respects her elders, unlike some children I know.”

Hildy blushed. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to greeting newcomers.  Do you want some wine?”

“No, thank you. I’m not allowed to drink anymore.  Water would be great, thanks.”

“You girls have fun.  Hildy, please try to answer her questions best as you can, ok?”

“Yes, sir, Uncle Hank.”

Kristina sipped her water, sitting down next to the elegant woman. “I’m so sorry I’m staring.  I’m overwhelmed with all this.”

“When did it hit you?”

“It was creeping up until this evening during dinner.  It was our first date.”

“The same happened with Hank and me.  He drew me in like a fish on a hook.  I never knew it was coming.”

“You called him Uncle? And he said you’re twelve?”

“Each family has their own, personal relationship and chooses whatever term of endearment they want.  I knew I wanted a male authority in my life, but not a father.  My father was a nasty, abusive SOB who is better off dead.  An uncle, though, was acceptable for me.  Hank’s ten years older than me and wanted a pre-teen.  It allowed me to stay home alone when he had to work, and do more grown-up chores.  That age allowed me to still be young enough to play and be corrected as needed.”

“How long have you been together, doing this?”

“We just celebrated our 40
^th
wedding anniversary.”

“Wow. You never hear of people being together for that long anymore.”

“You’d be surprised about the longevity in true D&S marriages.  We don’t fight, there is no name calling or secrets.  Mistakes are dealt with immediately and then put aside forever.  You’ll not hear any of us throw the past in our partner’s face.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“How did you deal with the, uh, you know…”

Hildy laughed, patting her hand. “You’re either asking about the clothing, the restrictions or the spankings.  Which one?”

“The latter.”

“I’m guessing by the look on your face that Bryon had promised you one.  Knowing that young man, it was either for putting yourself in danger or swearing.”

“Swearing during dinner. I’m hoping he’ll forget. I’ve never been spanked before, I mean, as an adult by a man.”

“It’s fabulous.  Hurts like the bejeezus and is humiliating, but afterwards… the right man with the right technique can cleanse all wrong doing from your heart and mind, and make you feel loved, desired and special.  Bry’s a cuddler, so you’re in for a special treat.  I love the delicious sting afterwards,” the older woman giggled, “it takes love-making to the next level.”

“Bry promised to take things slow.  Do some people have problems with the familial terms? I don’t mean to sound strange, but it’s kind of weird.  I mean, a lot of these relationships are sexual, right?”

“Yes, the majority are.  I think what you are asking is if there is a pedophilic or incestuous component to the life-style.  Absolutely not.  The way we address our Doms simply allows us to freely and naturally release all control to them and they, in turn, unselfishly accept that they will provide for our inner-child’s need to be nurtured, protected and cared for. These types of Tops have much more responsibility with the age-play because they are being given the treasure of child-like trust by their subs.”