Choosing Kellen Page 9

  When I lift my gaze sometime later, Master Kellen is leaning back in his desk chair, smiling at me. “I’m proud of you, little one. And I have a surprise.”

  I grin.

  “Lucy is coming over for a playdate this afternoon.”

  I smile broader. I’m excited. I jump up from my seat and run over to Master Kellen. I throw my arms around him.

  He chuckles as he takes me between his legs, hugging me in return. One hand lands on the back of my head. The other hand lands on my thighs and smooths up over my bottom, squeezing my sore cheeks through my panties.

  At this moment, I’m incredibly content. I’m also aware that his actions have aroused me just as I got horny watching Master Roman pat Lucy’s bottom.

  Something stirs inside me. It’s big. It’s also scary.

  Chapter 10

  Sabine

  * * *

  “How’s it going?” Lucy asks me as soon as the men leave us alone. We’re sitting at my small table in the corner of Master Kellen’s office with coloring books in front of us. Lucy has chosen a purple crayon and is already shading in a hippo.

  “It’s been overwhelming,” I tell her. “Kind of stressful. It’s a huge transition. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this, but it’s fascinating.”

  “I know Master Kellen is strict. Has he spanked you yet?” she asks as if we are discussing dolls. Even though we’re having a serious discussion, she holds on to her little space, still coloring.

  “Yes. Twice.”

  She lifts her gaze and grins at me. “You’re naughty.”

  I giggle. “Yeah. Probably.”

  “Or…” Her face lights up. “You like it.”

  I fidget, shifting my weight back and forth. I feel awkward sitting on this small chair with my panties the only thing between me and the wood. My dress doesn’t reach under my butt far enough, just like yesterday. “Probably that too,” I whisper.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Lots of girls like to be spanked. It can be erotic.”

  I purse my lips for a moment, embarrassed. “It was erotic. Now I understand why people like to be spanked, but Master Kellen says I’m not allowed to experience pleasure on the days I’m naughty.” I’m slightly shocked by my language. I actually sounded like a ten-year-old when I spoke.

  Lucy glances at me again. “I’m not surprised. He’s not going to reward you for bad behavior.”

  “Does Master Roman make you stand in timeouts?”

  “Yes. Naked, usually.”

  I blow out a breath. “They must have a monthly Daddy meeting to discuss these things and plot our demise.”

  Lucy giggles. “I don’t misbehave often because I don’t like to be ignored or sent to my room or spanked and left hanging without reaching orgasm, but I know some girls thrive on that. Daddy says Master Kellen won’t stand for bratty behavior though.”

  I shake my head. I already know he won’t. He’s made that clear. It kind of scares me. Would he send me away and end our experiment if I’m not good? I pick out a crayon, and for a few minutes, we color in silence. I have a lot of questions, but I’m struggling to put them into words. Finally, I ask one. “Why do you choose to live like this? Abby says you’ve been with Master Roman five years. That’s a long time to live as a little girl.”

  She sets her crayon down and puts her elbows on the table. “Everyone is different, but for me, I like the comfort of knowing someone else is taking care of everything. I don’t have to worry about anything at all. Granted, things changed some when I finished college and went to work full-time. I had reached a point in life when I needed more. I needed both. So, I get up in the mornings and dress professionally and spend forty hours each week in the adult world.”

  “It must be weird to switch back and forth.”

  “Not really.” Lucy shrugs. “It’s like anything else. For example, some people might cuss at home but wouldn’t do so in the office. When I get home, I turn myself over to Master Roman. It’s not complicated. It’s freeing.”

  I squirm on my chair. “How is it freeing to let someone else run your life? It sounds restricting instead.”

  She shakes her head. “Nope. The opposite. Because I don’t have to worry about anything except doing what I’m told. The reward for good behavior is well worth it.”

  I chuckle. “Somehow I don’t think you’re talking about popsicles and ice cream.”

  “Nope.” She grins wide. “Those are nice too, though. I’ve evolved a bit over the years. Sometimes we have to regroup and discuss things as my needs change or when Master Roman wants me to branch out and try new things.”

  “New things?” I’m not sure what she means.

  “For one, I didn’t speak in the age of my little early on. I started adding some younger speech habits over time as I grew more comfortable with it. Also, I hated being exposed to other people. I didn’t even like to go to Surrender with Master Roman. I was embarrassed for people to see me as a little and even more embarrassed if they saw me naked.”

  I think back to the other day when I watched her getting spanked. “And now? You don’t mind now?”

  She shrugs. “I’ve grown to realize the fetish community is much larger than I thought, and very accepting. No one judges me at Surrender. No one even glances at me oddly. And there are other people roaming around completely naked.”

  “I noticed there were a lot of naked people there, but I’m not sure how I would feel about being naked in front of strangers.” I bring my thumb to my mouth and hold my nail between my teeth, remembering immediately how Master Kellen reprimanded me for doing so. But, he’s not here right now.

  Lucy continues. “I think for me it’s more a matter of pleasing Master Roman. He likes to expose me to other people sometimes, and obeying him makes my heart race and arouses me, so I do it. I like it when he smiles at me in approval.”

  I nod. I get what she’s saying. Or I’m trying to.

  The door opens, and Master Kellen sticks his head into the room. “You girls want to go swimming?”

  I drop my hand from my mouth and sit up straighter, glancing out the window of the office at the inviting pool in the backyard. I haven’t been outside yet since I arrived, though I’ve stared longingly at that pool both days.

  Lucy claps her hands together. “I do!”

  We shove our seats back at the same time and rush toward the door to the office. When we reach the kitchen, Master Roman looks at Lucy. “Use the restroom first, little one, so you don’t end up needing to traipse water all through the house.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Master Kellen points toward the hallway. “You too, Sabine. Show Lucy where the bathroom is.” He grabs my hand before I take a step and narrows his gaze. “And stop biting your nail.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I blush as I lead Lucy toward the guest bath and then wait outside while she goes. We switch places and then rush back to the kitchen. I’m a little unnerved from being told when to use the bathroom, but my heart is racing from excitement, too.

  When we return to the kitchen, Master Kellen and Master Roman are already outside. We open the sliding glass door to join them.

  Master Roman has a beach bag at his feet and he’s pulling out items.

  Master Kellen has a pile on the table next to him. On top is what I assume is a swimsuit. I grow nervous as I glance around, wondering where I’m supposed to change.

  As I shuffle closer, I notice Lucy has skipped over to her Master. She’s already holding her arms up in the air for him to remove her dress. Seconds later, he pulls her panties down her legs. He lifts her onto his lap to take off her shoes and socks.

  I’ve seen naked people of course. I’ve been going to Surrender for several weeks. I shouldn’t be shocked. But this is someone’s home. Master Kellen’s backyard. Lucy doesn’t even flinch at her nudity as she stands in front of her Master now and sets her hands on his shoulders so he can help her into her swimming suit. It’s lavender and has a mermaid on the front.
It’s one piece and looks like something a very young girl would wear.

  Lucy is close to my size. Petite. Small breasts. Her skin isn’t as pale as mine. Her dirty-blond hair is in two braids like mine. She looks so young. I know I do, too.

  As I watch her, mesmerized by her movements and her facial expressions, I begin to grasp what she was telling me. It’s freeing living as a little. I can see how it would be liberating. I’m not sure I could commit to something like this forever, but I’m starting to understand why someone would.

  “Sabine?”

  I jerk my attention to Master Kellen. He’s waving me closer. “You just going to stand there, baby girl? Or did you want to swim?” His voice is light. Teasing.

  As I inch toward him, I see he has a pink one-piece suit on top of a pastel rainbow-colored beach towel. I realize I’m expected to get naked on the patio just like Lucy.

  “Come on, Sabine,” Lucy calls from a few feet away. “What’s taking you so long?” Her voice is high-pitched with excitement, and she watches me while Master Roman spreads sunscreen on her arms. He’s smiling indulgently at her and glancing at me.

  Master Kellen reaches out for my hand and pulls me between his legs. His palms cup my face as he tips my head back and meets my gaze. “You okay, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I fib. I’m nervous. No. It’s more than that. I’m confused about my sanity because I’m aroused by watching Lucy while knowing I’m about to stand naked on this patio just like her. The thought of Master Roman and Lucy seeing me completely naked in front of them makes my pussy leak. My panties are wet. My nipples are stiff. I want this. I want them to watch Master Kellen undress me. What is wrong with me? How could I possibly be titillated by the idea of strangers seeing me naked?

  I remind myself that they’re not strangers really. I’ve met them several times. Lucy’s my friend. Women change together all the time. This should be no different.

  Except women don’t change in front of the men they are sleeping with. They don’t change in front of their girlfriend’s man. And they certainly don’t stand still while someone else undresses them and helps them into other clothes.

  “Do you not want to swim?” Master Kellen asks me.

  “I do. I want to swim, Sir.” My voice squeaks. Will Master Roman and Lucy see how aroused I am when my clothes are off?

  Master Kellen sets me back a few inches. “Why don’t you sit on the ground and take your shoes off, baby girl?”

  I drop to my bottom, not bothering to worry that I’m on my panties, and pull off my shoes and socks. When I stand, Master Kellen reaches for the hem of my jumper and pulls it over my head. He unbuttons my blouse next and then lowers it down my arms.

  I’m shaking. My nipples are hard points. They grow even harder when Master Kellen slides his hands up my sides and flicks his thumbs over the tips.

  I gasp, a whimper escaping my lips. I’m so aroused that my heart is beating in my ears. I almost don’t care if he makes me come right here in front of our guests.

  I glance fleetingly at Lucy and Master Roman while Master Kellen bends down to lower my panties down my legs. Lucy is watching me. Master Roman is too. More wetness leaks between my legs.

  When Master Kellen slides his hands up my thighs, his thumbs too close to my naked, bare pussy, I flinch.

  He lifts my chin. “No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of little girls like to be exposed.”

  I flush a deep shade of red that runs down my chest. Is he right? Do I like to be seen naked?

  I glance at the swimsuit, hoping he will put it on me quickly before I start moaning or something equally humiliating. Instead, he pushes the swimsuit out of reach and grabs a bottle of sunscreen.

  I draw in a breath and hold it as he opens the top and pours some into his palm. He’s not going to put my suit on first. He’s going to put the lotion on my body while I stand here naked.

  I squeeze my thighs together. I’m two seconds from covering my breasts just to hide my traitorous nipples. My breasts are small, but my nipples currently look like they belong to someone else.

  Master Kellen rubs his hands together and then sets them on my shoulders and works the sunscreen into my skin, starting with my neck and biceps and then moving to my face.

  I close my eyes as he carefully applies the lotion to my cheeks and nose and forehead.

  He fills his palms again and then moves to my hands and forearms before smoothing the lotion into my upper chest. It’s completely unnecessary for him to cover my breasts, but he does anyway, his fingers gliding over my globes and working my nipples until I rise up on my tiptoes and lean into him.

  Master Kellen acts like nothing is out of the ordinary as he turns me around and takes care of my upper back and then the backs of my legs and even my bottom. He works down my legs and then has me face him again to run back up the fronts.

  I bite my bottom lip as he does my thighs, holding back a moan when he flicks his fingers over my swollen pussy. “There,” he declares, as if he hasn’t just rendered me completely speechless with arousal.

  Finally, he grabs my suit and helps me step into it. He pulls it up my body and settles it on my shoulders. It’s mostly the pink I saw already, but the front has little white clouds on it and there is a ruffle at the top that blows in the breeze.

  I look and feel very young with my braids hanging over my shoulders. When he grasps my waist and hauls me closer between his legs again, I meet his gaze.

  “Good girl.” His smile makes me proud. I like it when I’m his good girl. It’s much better than standing in the corner in a timeout.

  He stands at the same time Master Roman does, and they walk toward the pool with us. Several blowup toys are floating in the water. Balls and noodles, too. Master Kellen stops me. “Stay in the shallow end. This side of the rope.” His expression is stern.

  “I know how to swim, Sir,” I inform him.

  He narrows his gaze. “I bet you know a lot of things, but you’ll still follow my rules.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You too, Lucy,” Master Roman says. “This side of the rope.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She steps down on the first step of the pool and then jumps in, giggling.

  I go after her. The water looks so inviting, but I’m still so aroused that I’m having trouble thinking straight. It’s not until the slight chill of the water shakes me out of my deep need that I face Lucy and then grab a noodle and tug it under me.

  The men have retreated to the shaded area under the roof to sit at the table. They each have a glass of iced tea.

  “You’re lucky you have a pool,” Lucy says. “We have a hot tub, but sometimes I wish we didn’t.”

  “Why? I love hot tubs.” My parents have one. A pool too, of course. I was raised running around outside jumping in and out of the water. The thought of being confined to the shallow end of this pool is comical.

  “Because it’s one of the main reasons Master Roman won’t let me go outside alone. He’s afraid I’ll fall in.”

  My eyes widen. “Really?”

  “Yep.”

  “Lucy,” Master Roman warns, shocking me that he’s heard her. I spin around to find him frowning. “Do you want to spend the day complaining about your privileged life, or do you want to swim with your friend?”

  She lowers her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please let me swim.”

  Master Kellen clears his throat. “And for the record, Sabine. You aren’t permitted in this yard without supervision, either. So don’t get any ideas.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I lower my shivering body under the water. I’m not cold. I’m horny again. And very unnerved by that fact. I’ve been increasingly aroused with every passing hour that I spend exploring this new side of me, but the addition of other people seems to have doubled my reaction. Being treated like a very young girl and reprimanded in front of Lucy makes my heart beat faster by the second.

  I’m stunned by my physical response to my little. It’s unnerving. I knew I was i
ntrigued and that I was titillated by watching other people, but I was unprepared for how strongly I’m responding to being a little myself. The rules, timeouts, spankings, reprimands, and exposure to other people… All of it combined is turning me into a nympho.

  I squeeze the noodle with both hands as I slide it under my armpits. What I really want to do is stroke my nipples or flick my clit until I come right here under the water. It’s all I can think about.

  For a few moments, I just float while I watch Lucy toss several rings around her feet and then dive down to get them. I haven’t done that since I was little. And now I’m little again, and I can play freely.

  So I join her.

  She hands me three of the rings. “Let’s see who can get them all first.”

  “Okay,” I say, excited.

  We dive down on the count of three, and I’m laughing as we emerge victorious at the same time. My eyes are going to burn later.

  We do it again several times and then toss a ball back and forth. I’m not even thinking when I accidentally hit the ball over the rope and instinctively dive under the rope to retrieve it.

  When I come back up on the shallow side, Master Kellen is standing next to the pool. His hands are on his hips.

  I glance at the rope and realize what I’ve done. “Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.” Or was I? I’m not entirely sure. Maybe I did it on purpose.

  “Time to get out, Sabine.”

  My shoulders sink as I climb out, taking the stairs slowly. He takes my hand and leads me back under the roof into the shaded area. I’m not fully sure what he might do, but I shouldn’t be surprised when he sits on one of the lounge chairs, takes me over his knee, and spanks my bottom.

  I’m dripping wet from the pool, and now my pussy is soaked from arousal also. His palm keeps landing on that spot between my butt cheeks and my thighs. I’ve quickly learned that spot makes me horny. Any higher just stings.

  Tears are in my eyes as he stands me up and then leads me to the corner where one section of the house extends farther out into the yard. “Fifteen minutes in timeout, Sabine. You know the drill.”