Smack. Smack.
I hum my approval.
Smack, smack, smack. Daddy experiments around with sharp spanks, quick spanks, different rhythms, and patterns. He keeps me guessing, unable to know when or exactly where the spank will hit. Daddy grows painfully hard, his cock pressing against mine, but to my shock and delight, he doesn’t turn this into anything sexual.
He remembers what I told him about spankings and bath time. Sometimes I want to just feel without the pressure of sex. He’s leaving the ball in my court, and that knowledge is what helps me fall into subspace. That floaty sensation I’ve been craving, where my thoughts go blank and I can just know, without a doubt, that I can trust Daddy to take care of me.
I’m vaguely aware of Daddy reaching for the aloe he recommended I store in my nightstand. Even though his spanks weren’t hard, he takes his time rubbing the soothing lotion into my skin. Kneading and massaging my ass until I’m completely limp in his arms.
Flying.
Floating.
Happy.
I feel light and free, and with that soft smile on Daddy’s face, I feel other things I’m not sure I know how to admit.
I feel truly accepted.
Cared for.
Loved.
I swallow hard, eyes suddenly filling with tears.
“Hey, hey. What's wrong?”
“God, ignore my tears,” I say, swiping at my face. “They’re happy ones. Promise.”
He gently flips me around and maneuvers us until I’m lying cuddled against his side.
“It's just that… you’re the first person to take care of me like this. But it’s more than that. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. And I know it’s crazy, but I don’t want you to leave. I want you here. In my bed and in my heart. In my home.”
Daddy gives me a soft smile. “Ditto, Fe. I agree with all of that. I mean everything I’ve ever said to you. Remember that story I told you about the King who fell in love with the prince?”
I nod, my heart pounding.
“It wasn’t just a story, Fe. It’smystory. I’m in love with you, and if I had it my way, I would never leave your bed or your heart ever again.”
Happiness soars through me, filling my heart to fullness. “I’m in love with you, too, Clay.” I lean toward Clay and kiss him on the lips.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, playfully licking his lips. “My favorite. Cotton candy kisses.”
Epilogue
Felix
(One year later.)
Moonlight sparkles against the water, and the stars shine high in the sky. Daddy and I spent the whole evening reenacting our first date. From the moment we met at the beach, walked along the ocean, had lunch, and played games.
Only this time, Daddy encouraged me to go into my little headspace whenever I wanted to while on the pier with the promise of watching over me and keeping me safe. Playing at the arcade and riding the rides in my little space was a blast. And if we got any strange looks, Daddy shielded me from it.
Once I was big again, Daddy took me out to dinner, where we ordered the same food and drinks. Now, we’re walking by the ocean under a moonlit sky. “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year already,” I say as he guides me to a nice clearing on the beach and spreads out a blanket.
We’ve also made it a tradition to have as many picnics on the beach, but since we already ate dinner, we decided to enjoy dessert while listening to the cascading waves crashing in front of us.
“It’s been the best year, Fe. Thank you for taking a chance on me.” Clay sits on the blanket and holds out his arms. I cuddle up to his side. “I mean it, baby. Before you came back into my life, I lived with a lot of guilt and shame. You helped heal me and mend my heart.”
