Olivia is damaged goods, and she knows it.
She has specific needs that most men can’t meet, and she has problems with trust. Her issues stem from something a neighbor did to her one summer afternoon when she was eight. While most of her friends at college seek out romantic partners, Olivia gets her non-sexual needs met at Club Domino with a married Daddy Dom. She spends her spare time running a survivors’ group for other women like herself and hanging out with her best friend and fellow submissive, Jessie.
Seth isn’t at college to make friends, find romance, or even to get an education. He’s there to escape the unhealthy codependent relationship he has with his alcoholic mother and verbally abusive father. Once he’s away from their toxic environment, he quickly becomes friends with his new roommate, Jessie, and starts joining him nightly for dinner with Jessie’s friends Olivia and Paula. Paula invites them all to join her in a tour of Portland’s most haunted places. At the first location, Seth and Olivia spend some time alone and quickly bond over their mutually crappy childhoods. Seth asks Olivia on a date, and she apologetically turns him down, explaining her specific needs as a Little.
Olivia is shocked when Seth still wants to date her, even after she’s confided in him. But can she ever trust a man to be her boyfriend and her Daddy at the same time?
Publisher’s Note: This story contains elements of power exchange, ageplay, and deals with serious issues of surviving childhood sexual abuse that may disturb some readers.
He took the uneaten sandwich and its wrapper off her lap and set it on his desk. Then he sat beside her on the bed and grasped her upper arm. “I’m going to put you over my lap and give you the spanking I should have given you last week when you were testing me.”
She shook her head, stomach churning.
“Yes, I am. Then tonight, when we get to the hotel, I’m going to ask Paula for one of the room keys. While everyone else is getting dinner, Adult Olivia will be going over my knee for a long, hard, bare bottom spanking for lying to me all week.”
Gasping in shock, she begged, “No, Daddy. Please.”
He pulled her across his lap, and she whimpered. He quickly adjusted her exactly the way he had the day before and rested his spanking hand on her bottom.
“This spanking is for Little Olivia. Are you feeling Little?”
The threats, the position she was in, and his stern demeanor were all pushing her quickly into Little headspace. “Kind of.”
“You broke a pencil on purpose, but it wasn’t because you were having a tantrum, and it wasn’t because you wanted to break the pencil. You did it to test me, and I failed that test. I plan to ace it this time around.”
A solid slap landed on the right side of her bottom.
A matching swat landed on the left.
“Ow, Daddy!” Those spanks had stung, even through her jeans.
“Tell me why you’re getting a spanking.”
“Because I broke a pencil,” she answered in a rush, expecting more spanks, but his spanking hand just stayed resting on her bottom.
“No. Try again.”
“Because I was testing you?”
“No. I’ll give you a hint. What was happening right before you broke the pencil?”
She thought about it for a few seconds, and in a small voice, she said, “Because I disobeyed you.”
Daddy’s hand spanked down hard two more times, making her yelp and squirm. “Ow, Daddy!”
He paused again. “What happens to little girls who disobey their Daddies?”
“They get spanked,” she answered with dismay.
“Yes, they do.” A hard slap landed on the right cheek and then the left.
“Ow, Daddy, it hurts,” she complained, trying to wiggle forward off his lap, but he held her fast.
“Am I spanking you because you’re a bad girl?”
“Yes,” she answered, trying to kick away from the ominous hand that rested on her bottom between spanks.
“No, I’m not. Can you remember what I said about that last week?”
It was hard to think when she was over a lap with a stinging bottom. “No.”
“Hm, maybe a couple more spanks will help you remember.”
“No! Ow! Daddy, ow!”
“Am I spanking you because you’re a bad girl?”
“That’s right. And what did I say about that last week?”
A couple of tears slid down her face. “You said I’m a good girl.”
“Yes, you are a good girl. And why would I spank a good girl?”
‘To remind me that I’m good, and I should act like it.”
He patted her bottom. “Have you been sufficiently reminded to behave like the good girl you are?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She tried to scoot forward on his lap but was again held in place.
“Daddy thinks two more spanks, to make sure.”
“No!” She kicked as the last two swats landed, building on the sting that was already there. “Ow! Daddy, no more!”
“Okay, all done.” He flipped her over, so she was sitting in his lap, and pulled her into a hug, just like last time.
This time she threw her arms around his shoulders and clung to him as more tears fell. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Apology accepted. You’re forgiven. Am I forgiven for failing the test the first time?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She clung to him with one arm and rubbed her bottom with the other. “I don’t want another spanking tonight,” she said, her voice wavering with new tears.
“Well, that’s okay, because Little Olivia isn’t getting spanked again tonight. That’s Adult Olivia.”
“But we share the same butt, and you made it sting,” she protested.
“Ian assured me that the sting of ten spanks on top of your jeans would fade to nothing before dinner time.”
“No fair.” Olivia scowled.
“What’s no fair?” he asked, kissing her forehead.
“You and Jessie and Ian are all ganging up on me.”
“No, sweetheart, we’re working together as a team to make sure you get what you need. We’re all on your side.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
“Maybe you need a time out to think about how much we all care about you.”
“No, Daddy.” She hugged him again and said softly, “I understand; I just don’t like it.”
“Well, that’s okay, you don’t have to like it. Why don’t you eat your sandwich and think about being an adult while I text Jessie?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She scooted off his lap and went to get her sandwich.