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  Just as I suspected, he angles me to one side and bends me over his lap. He pulls my training pants down to my knees and palms my bottom. After trapping my wrists at the small of my back, he spanks me. I stiffen at first. It’s been a few days since he’s swatted my bottom.

  As he warms up and starts spanking harder, I relax against his thighs. It feels good. It reminds me he cares. It reminds me who I belong to. It tells everyone else in the room the same things. When he’s done, he stands me up and marches me to the corner of the room.

  I’m super familiar with this corner and the awkward shuffle toward it with my legs parted so that my panties don’t fall to my ankles. Without a word, I assume my position, nose to the corner, arms behind my back, nipples pressed against the cold walls, feet wide.

  I’m soaking wet, and my arousal is running down my thighs. But I’m in my comfort zone. I don’t think I could explain it if I tried, but I like being punished. Perhaps just as much as I like being wrapped in Master Kellen’s strong arms while he makes love to me. I like both. And I realize I’m in control of which days they happen. I get to choose according to my behavior. Today is going to be a long day with a sore bottom and no release. Tomorrow maybe I’ll be better.

  There is a certain comfort in this control I have.

  I’ve also realized I like to be watched. I had the same experience at Abby’s house that night, but this was a challenge. I just misbehaved in front of strangers. Strangers to me at least. It was easier than the alternative at the moment.

  Master Kellen apologizes for my rude behavior and then speaks to Master Grayson for a few minutes on the other side of the room. I hear the front door open and close. I purse my lips, knowing Josie is still in the room. Is she watching me? Does she think I’m naughty?

  It’s going to take me a while to process how I feel about having another person in the house while I’m in my little space. I take a deep breath. I’m up to the task. I’m Master Kellen’s little, and he has proven once again that I can trust him to keep me in line even in front of strangers.

  Epilogue

  Two months later…

  * * *

  Sabine

  * * *

  I take a deep breath as Master Kellen unfastens my car seat and helps me out of the back of his SUV. This is a big night for me. We’re about to enter Surrender. I haven’t been here in over two months. Not since before I moved in with him. Before I decided to be his little.

  I smooth the front of my dress down as he takes my hand and leads me to the entrance. Before we go inside he turns to me and cups my face. “You okay, little one?”

  I nod. “Yes, Sir.” My heart is racing, but in a good way. “What if people stare at me?” I ask in a babyish voice. I’m four today. I’m usually four. It’s an age I’ve settled into. Some days I choose two. Some days I choose six. Rarely do I go higher than that. I prefer the structure and discipline required of the younger ages.

  He smiles. “Then they’re rude. Surrender is supposed to be a place where everyone can be themselves. Anyone who can’t respect that doesn’t belong here.”

  I know this. I’ve gone over it in my head many times, but this is still a big step. Lucy will be here. And Abby. And many other littles. Surrender is a popular club for age play. I won’t be alone for this coming out of sorts.

  Master Kellen opens the front door and leads me inside. Cindy is at the front desk, and she smiles broadly when she sees me. “Sabine. I’m so glad you’re here. I haven’t seen you in a while. You look so pretty.”

  I draw in a breath. “Thank you.” This is going to be hard. Facing people I haven’t seen since I made this decision to be a little.

  There’s another man in the entryway I’ve never met. He’s leaning his elbows on the counter talking to Cindy when we enter, but now he turns and extends a hand to Master Kellen. “Good to see you.”

  Master Kellen shakes his hand. “You too. Are you settling in okay?”

  “Yes. Still learning my way around Seattle. I’m glad to have found a club to join.”

  Master Kellen tugs me in front of him. “This is my little, Sabine. Sabine, this is Master Hudson.”

  Master Hudson smiles at me. “Nice to meet you.”

  “You too, Sir,” I respond, trying not to fidget in front of a stranger.

  The door to the main room opens and Master Roman steps inside, Lucy at his side. She rushes over to me. “You’re here.”

  “Manners, Lucy,” Master Roman admonishes.

  “Yes, Sir.” She flushes. “I’m glad you’re here,” she continues. “Can I show her around?” She turns toward her Master again.

  Master Roman frowns at her. “No. You can calm down. She’s been here before. She’s familiar with Surrender. Give her some space.”

  I smile at her and then bring my thumbnail to my teeth.

  Master Kellen grabs my wrist and gives a tug. “What have I said about sucking your thumb?”

  I flush. He knows I’m not sucking my thumb. My nervous habit includes my teeth chewing on my nail. But he has started referring to it as sucking my thumb lately, which embarrasses me in front of other people. And it turns out, I enjoy being embarrassed, so my panties are now wet, and my breasts feel heavy.

  I’m wearing a frilly party dress. It’s pink with white ruffles and puffy sleeves. I have on white patent leather shoes and ruffled socks, too. My hair is in pigtails that hang long over my shoulders. I haven’t cut my hair since I moved to Seattle. Master Kellen likes it long.

  Master Kellen has surprises for me tonight. He wouldn’t tell me what they were, but he wanted me to be prepared.

  We all enter the main room and I look around for Abby.

  Lucy leans in to whisper in my ear. “Abby’s getting a spanking.” She giggles.

  I follow her line of sight and find my friend on a spanking bench. She isn’t strapped down to it because two of her Doms are holding her steady. The third, Beck, is spanking her. She’s also naked, and her legs are spread wide. I can hear her moaning as we approach.

  I’ve grown used to seeing Abby naked. She wasn’t kidding. Her Masters do keep her that way most of the time, and now that I’m more ingrained in the lifestyle, they don’t clothe her anymore just because I’m around. It still shocks me a bit to see my best friend from college submitting so thoroughly to three men. She was the innocent one of the two of us. She has grown immensely in the last two years.

  I squirm as I watch the scene, flinching every time another swat hits her bare bottom. I wonder if Master Kellen intends to strip me and display me like this tonight.

  When I subconsciously lift my nail to my mouth again, Master Kellen shoots me a glare. “Thumb, Sabine. If I have to tell you again, it will be with my palm on your bottom.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I drop my hand and clasp it with my other one.

  A few minutes later, Beck is done and Julius and Levi help Abby to her feet. She catches my gaze and flushes, mouthing “sorry.”

  I’m not sure why she’s apologizing, but I find out soon enough when Julius shakes Master Kellen’s hand. “Please excuse Abby. She thought she knew better than us this evening. She needed something else to concentrate on.”

  Ah. I realize she was being punished. Not surprising. I’ve known her to get disciplined. Not as often as me, but on occasion.

  Levi pulls a thin, white, satin negligee over her head. It’s loose and does nothing to conceal her nipples. When he finishes, he pulls her back against his chest, holds her in place with an arm around her waist, and cups her breast with his other hand. When he thrums her nipple, she moans.

  I’m pretty sure I do, too.

  “Your turn, baby girl,” Master Kellen announces, taking my hand.

  My turn for what? I glance at him as he leads me toward the bench Abby just vacated. I hadn’t realized he’d reserved anything specific for tonight, let alone so soon after arriving. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I glance around. The club isn’t as crowded as it will be in a few hours
. It’s still early. The only people paying attention to us so far are Abby, Lucy, and their Doms.

  I take a deep breath, uncertainty filling my lungs. Am I ready for whatever Master Kellen has in mind? Is he going to strip me naked like Abby? The idea makes my panties wet, which embarrasses me. I have no doubt he’s going to find this out in the next few minutes.

  He cups my face. “I’m not going to take your dress off this time. You’re not ready for that, but I am going to strap you to the spanking bench, expose your bottom, and spank you.”

  I swallow. “Have I been naughty, Sir?”

  He smiles and leans in to kiss my lips gently. “Not at all, baby girl. Today you’re going to get a pleasurable spanking.”

  I tremble. He knows I get aroused every time he spanks me. I’m not sure how today could be different except for the audience, which in and of itself increases my horny meter. He knows this, too.

  He lifts my face with two fingers under my chin. “When we play in the club, you need a safeword.”

  “Oh. Right, Sir.”

  “Is red okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I can’t imagine ever needing a safeword with Master Kellen. But this is Surrender. I’m sure it’s a club rule.

  I suck in a breath when he suddenly lifts me off my feet and plants me on the spanking bench. My heart is racing as he buckles my wrists and then my ankles to the padded supports. My dress isn’t long enough to cover my bottom in this position, but it wouldn’t matter because the next thing he does is push the frilly material up my back, fully exposing my panties.

  I close my eyes as I remember the pair I’m wearing is white with ruffles down the butt.

  Master Kellen sets his hands on my thighs and smooths them up and down from my knees to my bottom, squeezing my cheeks over and over. “Do you like being exposed like this for everyone to watch, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I murmur. It still embarrasses me that I enjoy being watched. It shouldn’t. Lots of people are like me. But it does. I shiver.

  He adjusts the padded sections under my knees, spreading them wider, and then he reaches for my panties and eases them over my bottom. He tugs them down almost to my knees, causing them to be stretched very tight between my thighs.

  I can’t even hide behind my hair because it’s in two braids. Not normal ones at the back of my ears. Nope. Today, he put my hair into two high pigtails and then braided them. They are swinging alongside my cheeks.

  I glance around and notice Abby and Lucy are both on their knees a few yards away, watching. Two other women join them like this is a performance.

  I squirm.

  Master Kellen comes around to my face and strokes my cheek. “You okay, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir.” My voice is gravelly.

  “Your panties are soaked,” he points out unnecessarily.

  I flush.

  He slides his hand down and cups one of my breasts where it hangs covered in ruffles alongside the bench. When his thumb flicks my nipple, I moan.

  He smiles. “Use your safeword if you get too uncomfortable. Yellow if you need me to slow down or pause. I want this to be pleasurable for you. I’m confident you’re going to love it, but nothing we do is mandatory. Stop me if you don’t like it.”

  He’s spanked me over a hundred times since I moved in with him. He knows me well, and he’s never misjudged how I might react. He’s well aware that I like to be spanked and exposed. I get that this is different. We aren’t alone. We aren’t even with close friends. This room is filled with strangers who are currently seeing my bare bottom and are waiting for me to get spanked.

  “Sabine?”

  I realize I haven’t responded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He takes a few steps away to stand closer to my butt. With one hand on my lower back, he smooths the other over my naked bottom.

  I hold my breath as he lands the first swat, and then I gasp in surprise. He hasn’t struck me at all like he normally does. His spank has landed low, at the juncture of my thighs. It has vibrated through to my sex and still is.

  The next spank comes before I’ve wrapped my head around the first. I squeeze my cheeks and hold my breath. Holy shit. I’m so aroused. My sex is pulsing. The sting adds to the sensation. He’s not spanking me for punishment. He’s spanking me for pleasure.

  His palm is on my lower back and he spanks me several more times in a row, increasing the pressure, switching back and forth between one cheek and the other. Or one thigh and the other, depending on how I look at it.

  The burn feels so good, and I shudder when he slides his hand up and down my inner thigh. He grips my leg an inch from my pussy and leans toward my ear. “You’re enjoying yourself,” he says.

  I lick my dry lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, feeling heat rise up my face.

  “You like being exposed and spanked in front of all these people.”

  I purse my lips. He doesn’t need me to answer him. He’s not asking a question.

  “If I touched your pussy, would you be able to keep from coming, baby girl?”

  “No, Sir.” My voice is so low, I’m not sure he can hear it. My pussy is quivering with need.

  He spanks me again. Several more times. All just as low as before. It’s not that I’ve never felt this sensation. He often ends a punishment spanking with a lower swat that makes my pussy take notice, but he’s never done anything like this.

  I’m a quivering ball of need.

  When he leans toward my ear again, his hand is resting low on my butt cheeks. “You’ve got an audience, little one. Several people are watching. You’re such a good girl. Should I let you come?”

  I moan. “Yes, Sir. Please.” I don’t care who watches me come. I’m so aroused, I would let him do anything.

  “I’m going to finger you, baby girl. I want everyone to see how sexy you are when you come.”

  I whimper, trying to squirm unsuccessfully. I’m secured to this bench. I can’t escape.

  I remind myself that isn’t true. I could use my safeword. But I don’t want to. I like this feeling of helplessness. This inability to move in any direction. I’m at the mercy of my Master, and he’s about to rock my world further.

  When his hand slides between my legs, he parts my folds and then strokes a finger though them.

  “I love when you get this wet, little one.” He thrusts two fingers into me and drags them over my G-spot. His thumb finds my clit and circles it.

  I cry out, lifting my face. My vision is blurry. I don’t care who’s watching, but I know they’re there and I like it.

  The pressure is building. I’m not going to last long.

  Master Kellen presses on my clit and then pinches it.

  I stiffen, my mouth falling open. I’m speechless, and no sound comes out as he pulls gently on the swollen nub and then rubs it hard, thrusting in and out of me every few seconds.

  “Come for me, baby girl. I want all these people to see how damn sexy you are when you come.”

  I shatter, unable to hold back at his demand. My vagina clamps down on his fingers and milks them. My clit pulses. It feels so good, but I know it will leave me unfulfilled, craving my Master’s cock. He knows this, too, and I’m equally certain he’s not going to give me that while we’re here in the club. I pray he will later when we get home.

  Master Kellen soothes my skin with both hands for several minutes while I come down from my high. I love the feel of him touching my heated bottom. It’s the perfect amount of contact after an orgasm.

  Finally, he pulls my panties up over my butt and unfastens me, moving around from ankles to wrists. When he’s done, he lifts me off the bench and cradles me in his arms. I don’t know where we’re going, but I don’t care. I snuggle against him, sated, happy, peaceful.

  My eyes are closed in my state of bliss, but I open them when I realize we’ve gone somewhere more lit. We’re in Master Roman’s office. I remember it from the first night I visited the club.

  Master Kellen slides
me to my feet and leaves me standing in the center of the room for just a moment while he grabs a pillow from the loveseat. He drops it on the floor in front of me. “Kneel for me, little one.”

  I glance around. All of our friends are in the room. Abby, Lucy, Roman, Julius, Beck, and Levi. Abby is biting her lip, trying not to smile. What’s going on?

  I drop awkwardly to my knees. This isn’t a position I’m accustomed to, but I’ve seen Abby do it dozens of times. When I tip my head back to meet Master Kellen’s gaze, he’s smiling at me, and he’s holding a jewelry box.

  I swallow. What is this? It’s unexpected, and I’m confused. “Sir?”

  “Sabine…” He clears his throat. Oh my God. He’s nervous. And he’s using his serious voice and he’s called me by my name instead of little one or baby girl. “The last two months have made me very happy. You came into my life unexpectedly, like a whirlwind, and turned everything upside down. You’ve brought me back to life. You’ve given me a reason to get up in the morning. You’ve shown me what it means to love again.” His voice dips. “You’ve made me love again.”

  I suck in a breath. I’m shaking.

  “I know you didn’t come to Seattle with any intention of doing more than research in the BDSM lifestyle, but I hope you’ve found a home here. My home. And I hope I’ve made you as happy as you’ve made me.”

  I nod vigorously. “Yes, Sir. Very much.” I’m overwhelmed with emotion now.

  “I’m so very proud of you, baby girl. You’ve grown and changed so much in the past two months. It seems like a lifetime. Your writing is exquisite, too. I can’t wait for the look on your face when your first book releases, and every one that will follow. It’s going to be a very exciting time.”

  I smile at him. I’ve been bouncing on my feet lately, too, my heart racing when I got my first contract and then when I saw the cover art. In a few months, my first book will be released, and the whole world will be able to read my story. I have so many ideas in my mind. I can’t wait to share them all.