Taboo Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Taboo Pt. 01 by rebelxcarpenter,rebelxcarpenter
Author’s Note: this is an age-play fantasy featuring two consenting adults experimenting with ‘Mommy-Dom/little girl’ scenes and language. It features spankings, a butt plug, and a double-headed dildo and is really sexy and filthy and so totally wrong that no one should ever read it under any circumstances.

ROBYN & FAITH

As Faith alternated spanking each of the perky ivory cheeks that she had in her lap to a ripe Honeycrisp apple red, she had the kind of moment she’d heard about when she was a kid in church but never believed would ever happen to her. It was as if God parted the clouds and sent a single, blessed ray of sunlight down onto the miracle that was Robyn’s ass.

For Robyn it was no less revelatory. Getting spanked, even in the most degrading position that she’d ever found herself in, was more self-actualizing than an ayahuasca trip, a course of ketamine, and a mega-dose of LSD combined. Or so Robyn imagined. Her college experience had been remarkably drug free so far.

It was called the wheelbarrow position and it never let Robyn forget, even for a second, that every fiber of her being belonged to Faith as her older lover set her tender ass on fire with the relentlessness of a spanking that had been both well-earned and a long time coming.

It was nowhere near over either; there was still the brush, wooden spoon, and the metal butt plug to go. That thing was especially worrying to Robyn, even though she had picked it out herself at the toy store, it was bigger than anything she’d played with before.

Robyn swooned and pleaded for Faith to stop. She did, but only to dig her fingers painfully into Robyn’s ass cheeks.

“I will not stop. You’ve said yourself you deserved this before we began. Or have you already forgotten?”

“No,” Robyn cried.

“No? No? Are you really saying ‘no’ to me, little girl?”

“No, I mean yes…I mean,” Robyn forced out a sob. It was a bit much, but she had promised Faith the most immersive roleplaying experience possible. This was exactly the kind of dilemma that she had wished they both would get to experience that weekend.

“Say it. Say, ‘yes, Miss Faith’,” Faith instructed. “Say, ‘I did forget that I said I deserved this.'”

“Yes, Miss Faith, I forgot. I do deserve this.”

Faith responded by slapping her butt cheeks with both hands harder than she ever had before. Robyn gasped and rocked forward, away from the pain.

“That’s right, you do deserve this. Now, say ‘thank you, mam, please finish teaching me a lesson’.”

“Yes, Miss Faith,” Robin moaned. “Yes, mommy, please finish teaching me a lesson.”

That did it. Mommy. The ‘accidental’ slip of the forbidden word, the honorific they’d agreed would not be used that weekend, being uttered aloud during a scene. That was it. Robyn clenched her cheeks in anticipation of the inevitable escalation.

ROBYN

Robyn felt like she had been planning this day, this weekend, ever since she met Faith.

The older woman was literally the only person in the world she felt safe exploring the part of her sexuality that Robyn called her ‘Sparkle Space’. If the endless fantasizing they had done about the subject over the three or so months of playing online and the four months of their budding physical relationship were any indication, Robyn believed Faith felt the same way.

In Robyn’s research and personal experiences, age-play was extremely common but carried with it the stench of taboo that had only grown stronger in the online conspiracy circles of late.

As Robyn got in the car to head down the coast to Faith’s house, she knew that however closely they managed to stick to the plan, along with its agreed upon boundaries, it would be a memorable one. The fantasy that they were going to play out in just a few hours had certainly ranked the highest in her mind, second only to Robyn’s cherished memories of the two cheeky birthday gifts from her stepdad Ethan a few years ago.

Robyn, more than anything, wanted Faith to be a stern ‘mommy’ type figure. At least for the weekend. She wanted to be praised and scolded, to be fondled intimately and punished harshly.

And to hear Faith tell it, from almost what was probably only their second or third conversation online that they had together, Robyn knew that her lover wanted to dominate a young woman into shuddering, sputtering, squirting submission.

Robyn squirmed in her seat, a familiar sweet sticky warmth spreading from her kitty out to the tips of her fingers and toes. This was going to be a long drive.

FAITH

Faith had dressed in her most severe business attire, teased up her short auburn hair and did her makeup carefully, puttered around the house making double and triple sure everything was in place for Robyn’s arrival. She could barely contain her nervous energy until Robyn’s ‘on my way’ text came through. Then she became almost supernaturally still. Except for her right foot. No matter what she did, no matter how she sat or what she tried to occupy herself with, that right foot was moving like she was sewing together the pieces of the world’s biggest Pride flag.

Faith couldn’t sort out her feelings even if she tried. It was like that every time they played harder than the occasional playful spanking or fuzzy-cuffing Robyn’s wrists to the bedpost. She tried explaining the feeling to her once. What came out was awful, mostly because Robyn replied that it sounded like the chief emotion that Faith was feeling as they got kinky was ‘dread’. Damn.

If there was one feeling that Faith associated with her time with Robyn, dread was the furthest from it. It felt like she talked a good game but when it came to the physical acts of bondage and domination, Faith faltered.

She cared for her, dammit. Having Robyn in her life was the first time Faith had thought about her own future in a romantic sense since she left her fiancé at the altar.

She shuddered. “Gosh, brain, the breakup wasn’t that bad,” Faith muttered to herself. It was true, his parents hadn’t even booked the chapel or reserved the event hall yet when she broke it off.

In an instant, the whole sordid story spooled out in Faith’s mind. Strict evangelical parents on both sides, purity rings and professions of love that were exclusively tied to marriage and nest building. Pursuing a small-L liberal arts degree in a capital-L Liberal city. The slipping of the façade until there was just the naked, internalized misogyny and homophobia left standing. It felt like a lifetime ago when really it was less than half.

“We can’t be married, Foster,” Faith told the ghost of her past. Damn. Fifteen years later and she could still recall it like it was yesterday.

Why bring up the darkest, most painful memory when the light of my life, Faith thought, when my little ducky is coming to play?

Faith glanced at her phone. One whole minute had passed since she last looked. This was torture.

If there was one thing that helped her be successful in business, so early and so often, it was an eye that never stopped searching for a way to make things more perfect, so Faith got up, put in her earbuds to listen to some Tegan and Sara, and stalked her house looking for flaws again.

Her home was modestly sized for the area and decorated to be efficiently comfy, meaning that there was some furniture that was from the ‘As-Is’ section of IKEA and some that she would blush to reveal the cost of.

Her living room was a bunch of minimalist art gallery-style seating clustered around a ridiculously large flatscreen on the wall. She’d recently had a shelf installed for Robyn’s PS5 and Nintendo Switch dock and was just about ready to accept the minor disruption that the gaming consoles caused to the overall flow of the room.

The kitchen was clean but cluttered (to her eye, anyway) with every cooking appliance known to man and at least one that she had to sell her soul to otherworldly forces to acquire.

Her office had once just been a desk chair that most people would have to take out a loan to afford and a single slab of glass perched on a pair of custom made concrete blocks for a desk that had a vast cityscape of monitors, speakers, computer towers, battery backups, and external hard drives on its surface. It was perfect.

Perfect, that was, until Robyn came into her life with her sparkling youth and stunningly successful interactive sex-ed streaming show/podcast. Then her office became festooned with bean bag chairs, LED lighting, cameras of every shape and size, several professional grade microphones, geeky gifts from adoring fans, and so many adult toys. Dildos of every shape, size, and species (!) literally everywhere.

Faith had a hard time saying no to Robyn.

She had put her foot down when it came to her bedroom though. Other than Robyn’s clothes and toiletries, the bedroom and master bathroom remained as Faith liked it: Spartan.

It was the spare bedrooms and guest bathroom that had changed the most, only recently so and specifically for the weekend they had spent weeks planning.

ROBYN

Robyn tried to occupy herself on the drive down by listening to her new cohost handle the Friday call-in show of their podcast. She told Siri to remind her to tell Amai to breathe and relax, let the listeners talk a little more, give them a chance to finish their thoughts, worry less about dead air and more about making everyone feel safe and welcome. She then asked Siri to remind her not to be so hard on the college freshman seeing as how she’d never done anything even remotely as public as a podcast before in her entire life.

She was just getting into a really interesting call from a girl who identified herself as Heather when Robyn found herself parked and idling in Faith’s driveway.

“So, you took your shot, and he said yes…that must have felt, uh. How did it feel?” Amai asked the caller. “Like, having sex for the first time can be hit or miss, but losing your virginity to an older man is like…”

“It was…”

“Was it everything, I mean, he’s experienced and…sorry,” Cherry talked over the caller.

“No, sorry, you go,” the caller said. “It was…”

“No, sorry, Heather, please, sorry. I think there’s a little bit of a delay.”

“Okay…it was great, like amazing, and we both want to see each other more, but it doesn’t look like we’ll have much time together this summer,” Heather said. “I’m starting my first semester at UCSB soon, and he’s going to help me move up and we’re working on making a special weekend out of it but…”

Robyn didn’t get to hear the rest because the garage door started rolling up, revealing Faith leaning against her spotless Subaru in a black pencil skirt and spotless white blouse, trying to look stern but failing, the exaggerated frown flipping to the happiest smile that Robyn had seen in her entire life.

Robyn sat sheepishly in the quiet car, hoping to inspire some early role play. It worked.

Faith took her time walking to the driver’s side, strutting really, her stiletto heels cracking against the pavement like party poppers. She opened the door and said, “You’re late, young lady!” Faith got the tone right, but her expression was joy turned to a light that shined brighter than the sun.

“Sorry, Miss Faith,” Robyn said, trying not to giggle. She tried again, saying as seriously as she could, “Sorry, mam.”

“What, no excuse this time?”

“No, I mean, there was a little traffic, but, no, I just got a late start.” Robyn said unconvincingly. She cleared her throat. “I keep forgetting how far Malibu is from school. Sorry, mam.”

Faith laughed and held out a hand. “Missed you, little ducky.”

“Me too,” Robyn said, stepping out of the car and into her lover’s arms. Faith’s taller frame was perfect for Robyn to bury her face between her ample breasts, something she enjoyed immensely but Faith only tolerated in public for so long.

Faith bent down to give Robyn a quick kiss on the top of her blonde head and another on her carnation pink lips before looking around for unwelcome observers.

“Sorry,” Robyn said. She knew how uncomfortable PDA sometimes made her, especially when there was potential for the neighbors to see. Robyn broke free and reached down to pop the trunk.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t care, right?” It was a discussion that they had almost every time since she’d started driving down for the weekend. Malibu didn’t care about the same things that her hometown of Fairfax, Ohio did. Robyn wasn’t convinced that Fairfax cared either, it was just the church that Faith had been raised in.

“Well, let’s just forgive each other then, shall we?” Robyn sassed.

“Oh, boy, you really went for it, didn’t you?” Faith exclaimed, stepping back to get a good look at her lover. Robyn had her cornsilk blonde hair in twin pigtails and was dressed in a denim jumper with a yellow duck embroidered on the front pocket, a yellow belly shirt, yellow knee-high socks, and white Reeboks. She’d managed to put on just enough makeup to look like she was wearing none at all, but had left her lips bare, exactly like Faith preferred them.

“You like?”

“You’re perfect, little ducky, better than I could have ever imagined.”

Robyn hopped with pride. Nothing produced a squee of joy from her like praise from a loved one.

“Let’s get you inside.” They both grabbed both of Robyn’s bags each and headed into the garage. “You hungry?” Faith asked.

“Yeah! What’s for lunch? I’m starving!”

ROBYN

Of all the plans they had made for the weekend, Robyn hadn’t expected to be spending the night in her bedroom alone.

Her bedroom was the best, almost as wonderful as the playroom next door, and on any other night, Robyn would love every second of her time spent there. One of the best parts of exploring ‘Sparkle Space’ with Faith had been figuring out the look and feel of her playroom and bedroom and they had turned out better than perfect. Every innocent little thing that Robyn held onto in her mind from her charmed childhood was either present there with her or one room over and much of it was a shade of yellow that warmed her heart the most and made her think of only the happiest things.

Her favorite feature of her bedroom was the enormous four-poster canopy bed. The comforter had a yellow wildflower pattern that made her feel like she was daydreaming in a field from a fairytale. The canopy and curtains were sheer allowing Robyn to look up at the artificial night sky that her nightlight cast on the ceiling. Falling asleep there the last few weekends was more magical than words could express. Now the starfield just reminded her how small and alone she felt.

Robyn thought back to when things started to go bad and after dwelling on a few mortifying moments, she landed on lunch. It was supposed to be grilled cheese and tomato soup, but because of Faith’s lactose intolerance, she had gotten vegan cheese that failed to melt, and repeated tries only burnt the bread. They laughed it off, but Faith’s mood darkened when she realized several spoonsful into the soup that she had gotten the kind with cream in it.

Robyn tried to cheer her up by following Faith around like a duckling and showering her with hugs and kisses, but her lover left for CVS after discovering that she had run out of Lactaid pills. Robyn knew that Faith was just looking out for both of them (a gassy night on the toilet would be the exact opposite of sexy) but it was still hard to watch her leave.

The next thing to go wrong was her scheduled Sparkle Space time. Robyn got out some coloring books and opened boxes of new crayons, colored pencils, and markers and planted herself in front of the TV while Faith caught up on episodes of Real Housewives of Some City or Another. The plan was for Faith to interrupt Robyn’s Sparkle Space time by seducing her right there on the floor, but when it came time to seal the deal, Faith stopped the scene. It took a while, but Robyn finally got out of Faith that it was just too uncomfortable for her.

After falling asleep in her lap two or three episodes into the RHOSCA marathon, they decided to go out for dinner instead of ordering Postmates. The gourmet vegan restaurant was fine, pretty nice actually, but the rule was no roleplay in public, no matter how eager Robyn was to test that boundary.

The scene that was supposed to happen in between dinner and getting ready for bedtime was Faith’s idea, so it was especially disappointing when she gave up on that one too. Robyn’s face burned with shame at what happened in her lover’s office.

Faith was supposed to pretend to be working at her desk while Robyn would be leaning into her brattiest behavior, which would lead to the first spanking of the weekend. When none of that worked, Robyn tried warming her up by crawling under Faith’s desk for some oral fun. That lasted about five minutes before Faith claimed an upset stomach and retreated to the master bathroom. Robyn hung back and respected her privacy until she heard Faith crying and it only got worse from there.

After a tense argument through the bathroom door (their first!), Faith said her safeword and called an end to the whole experiment.

So, there she was, all clean from her shower, her mouth still minty fresh from brushing her teeth, naked inside her footy pajamas, laying alone on top of the covers of her huge, empty bed, wondering if the aborted weekend trip into Mommy-Dom/little girl land had also ended their relationship. They hadn’t even kissed goodnight, a ritual they’d enjoyed from the earliest visit to Chateau Faith.

“Oh, no,” Robyn cried softly to herself. “No, things can’t be that bad. We’ll be okay tomorrow; I just need to think.”

Nothing came to mind. There were no thoughts, only an endless stream of visions of Faith’s beautiful face distorted by disappointment, embarrassment, and dread. “Think, Robyn, think. Come on, you’re good at this.”

Nothing. The gap of silence between their two bedrooms was starting to feel so uncomfortable that she thought that maybe it was time to pack and go home. “No, you don’t give up so easy, not on yourself, not on her.”

Robyn dozed a little despite herself and awoke with a start. She was no closer to coming up with a plan than she was when she had been banished to her bedroom. “Better come up with something by breakfast, otherwise…”

Suddenly, it was there. An IDEA! Fully formed, all she had to do was muster the courage to act. If she went through it and somehow got Faith back on board, it would be the boldest version of herself that anyone had ever seen.

FAITH

Faith felt most comfortable when she was getting smothered by layers upon layers of blankets and comforters, cocooned in multiple layers of sleepwear, hovering in that sweet spot between the waking world and oblivion.

That night though, she was so restless that even the weighted blanket crushing her from above and the heating pad blazing under her lower back couldn’t calm her down enough to sleep.

The worst part was that she knew exactly why. She had sent the woman she wanted and cared for more than anyone else in the world away.

Because she was embarrassed. Because she had been pushed outside her comfort zone. Because she might have eaten something that would have caused her to fart. Because she didn’t feel like she deserved to feel good, or be loved, or get fucked, or have an orgasm.

Because. Because. Because.

Robyn had gone to so much trouble to create a fantasy that they could both live in for a few hours, guilt free, but guilt was all she felt.

Faith got up and stood in front of her linen closet. All that was left were towels and she was so sweaty that anything more she put on the bed might cause her to die of heat stroke.

She knew exactly what would make her feel better. Go to bed with Robyn! All she had to do was walk across the hall, slide under the covers, scoot her love-sick body next to Robyn’s, and all would be well again. Somehow, even that became just another ‘Because’.

Horniness and loneliness ganged up and beat her misgivings into silence, allowing her a short window to see if Robyn was awake to at least talk a little. It was a quarter past midnight, but the girl was a night owl and would often stay up much later than that for her steaming show. She felt ridiculous tiptoeing across the hallway in her own house and worse than a creep slowly opening the door to Robyn’s room.

Everything changed when Faith saw Robyn’s sleeping face illuminated by the starlight cast by the projector on the nightstand. It was too pure to be called beautiful or innocent or even angelic. It just was and everything else wasn’t.

She was curled up on her side in the middle of the bed wearing the silly rubber ducky covered footie pajamas that she’d gotten from some fetish store’s website special for that weekend. Faith’s heart skipped a beat when she realized that the drop seat was down, framing the girl’s pert little bottom more perfectly than a masterpiece in a museum. It was Faith’s favorite plaything of Robyn’s, even more than her tight, hairless pink pussy or perky, strawberry tipped little titties.

“Oh, my gosh…ducky,” Faith mouthed to herself. Was she really getting aroused by Robyn’s sleeping form? Faith squeezed her thighs together, grinding them against each other to get confirmation. She should have known from the dryness of her mouth and the thumping of her heart, but her own sopping wet pussy never lied.

“Unngh,” Faith moaned silently to herself. Nothing on earth would feel as good as crawling into bed next to the perfect vision of innocence and defiling it with unbridled passion, but she didn’t move from the doorway. Instead, she dug under several of layers of waistband down to her tummy and inched her hand down between her legs. The deviant thrill of touching herself while there was someone so close by who would gladly wake up and do that for her, and so much more, was almost too much to take. Brushing her fingers past her sensitive clit and sliding inside nearly took her breath away.

Some noise must have escaped, or maybe Robyn sensed something unusual going on in her room, because she stirred. Faith gasped in surprise, covering her mouth with both hands only to discover that she’d smeared herself with her own arousal.

Faith decided to go to bed so she could rub one out without disturbing Robyn any further. Her resolve was sorely tested by the fact that Robyn had settled on her stomach with one leg bent up to one side. With her drawers down and her perfect little butt just hanging out there, begging for attention, Faith fought hard against the urge to pounce on her. It was frustrating in the most erotically charged way. They had never talked about waking each other up for sex, and Faith respected Robyn too much to test that unspoken boundary when they had left things so badly just a couple of hours before.

Faith wanted to just lean against the door frame and diddle herself right there and the thought of doing so was so wrong that it nearly pushed her over the edge. She practically ran back to her room, pausing only to shut her own door quietly behind her. The quiet, desperate rummage through her nightstand produced her favorite little clit vibe was followed by the fastest orgasm she’d ever managed to give herself.

ROBYN

Of all the rooms in Faith’s house, the kitchen was the most intimidating to Robyn. She’d never really cooked before because her stepdad Ethan was the master of meals in the household. The most she had managed on her own before heading off to college that wasn’t packaged ramen was scrambled eggs and toast and she had ended up burning both. UCSB had totally spoiled her too; the cafeteria there was a wonderland of comfort food.

But Robyn had a secret weapon: her TikTok FYP was 90% cooking videos and 9% reactions to bad cooking videos. The last 1% was the cream-of-the-thirst-trap-crop from the entire spectrum of sexual and gender expression. Robyn was a dedicated masturbator and the short videos were perfect for sealing the deal.

“Gosh darn it, Robyn, focus!” Robyn giggled to herself. “Breakfast in bed first. Sexy Funtime afterward.”

It was still early, and Faith was a late riser on the weekends, but the clock was ticking, and she hadn’t even cracked an egg yet. She knew where the pans and plates were, thanks to the grilled cheese debacle from yesterday, but nearly everything she would need was squirreled away somewhere. Faith’s kitchen was like the rest of her house, designed and organized like a surgical theatre.

“Seal the deal,” she chanted. “Seal the deal, seal the deal.”

As Robyn opened every drawer and cabinet looking for stuff she started to feel strangely aroused, like she was delving into an unshared part of her lover’s life. It felt a little like sneaking a peek on Faith’s phone while she was in the shower and finding a bunch of pics of past lovers being tied up and dominated by her, but somehow this was even more erotically invasive. The discipline that was on display in the kitchen was certainly the thing that had attracted Robyn to Faith the most when they met for the first time online.

“Hmm, a kitchen-slash-secret BDSM dungeon…” Robyn said to herself. “Thirst-trap cooking reel. I wonder if Amai or Remy know how to cook? Oh, wait, Sasha! She went to culinary school before transferring to…oh, come on Robyn, seal the deal!”

While Robyn’s brain went on a kinky cooking safari, her hands went to work. It had always been how she produced her best content.

FAITH

Faith awoke to the heavenly smell of breakfast wafting into her room. Whatever was cooking it was more sophisticated than your average plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. There was a buttery, lemony taste in the air that was almost more enticing than the velvety richness of brewing espresso.

Faith wanted more than anything to open her eyes, get out of bed, and find out what Robyn had gotten up to in the kitchen, but another ‘Because’ had her hiding under the covers, her eyes screwed shut against the rapidly approaching reality of their impending break-up.

“Good morning, Miss Faith. Happy Birthday, mam! Wake up, sleepyhead!”

Birthday? She was one of those unfortunate souls whose birthday was days before Christmas and that was months ago.

No. She wouldn’t wake up. Waking up meant dealing with what had happened before and what had to happen next.

“Don’t you want to see what I made for your bestest-ever birthday breakfast?”

Faith groaned. She appreciated the effort and wanted nothing more than to engage, but it was time for them to be grownups.

“Wakey-wakey!”

Faith finally opened her eyes. Standing next to the bed, tray in hand, was her perfect little ducky, smiling like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“There you are! Come on, sunshine, sit up so ducky can take care of you.”

There was something else going on besides breakfast and Faith felt another ‘Because’ coming on that threatened to derail it before it arrived.

Robyn was wearing a small, frilly gingham apron (yellow, of course), and, seemingly, nothing else. Hard to tell from the bottom of the emotional ditch Faith was still lying in.

“Robyn?”

“Faith?”

“Um?”

“Breakfast! Birthday breakfast brought to you by my birthday suit!”

Robyn waited patiently as Faith scootched herself up against the headboard before resting the tray on her lap.

Faith’s mouth went slack with shock at the spread before her.

“Your favorite, right? Eggs benedict with crispy turkey bacon on cinnamon raisin muffins, and homemade dairy-free hollandaise sauce. Right?” Robyn had expressed extreme skepticism of the odd flavor combination the first time Faith had served it to her, but she had ended up liking it fine.

“What about you?” Fatih asked.

“I already ate.” Robyn scarfed a poached egg with a dollop of hollandaise while she was cooking and that had been more than enough.

“What? When? How?” Faith said, shaking the sleep off.

“‘Where’ and ‘who’ are all that’s left.”

“When did you have time to do all this?”

“I woke up at, I don’t know, five or something,” Robyn boasted.

“I, ah, didn’t know you could cook.”

“Neither did I but there’s an internet and your kitchen has literally everything and I’m, like, smart and stuff,” Robyn paused, giving Faith a moment to slip in a compliment. It didn’t happen but Faith’s morning mind was running badly behind. “Don’t worry, your kitchen isn’t messed up at all. I cleaned as I went and all that’s left to do in there is take out the trash.”

“Robyn,” Faith began. “I, ah, I don’t know what to say.”

“‘Thank you?’ ‘You are just the best little ducky ever, Robyn, how could I ever repay you?'”

“Ah, ducky…Robyn. I’m, I’m so, so sorry about last night.” So sorry that I would understand if you left now and never wanted to see me again, Faith thought.

“Be sorry later. Eat now. I have a couple of gifts for you too, and if you like it, we don’t have to worry about anything that happened yesterday one little bit.”

“Robyn,” Faith looked down at her breakfast again, hiding the tears that had sprung up. “Thank you, ducky. You are the best.”

“Well, duh!” Robyn giggled. “I have to get some stuff ready for your gift, but before I leave you to eat in peace, what do you think about me getting a rubber ducky tattoo back here?” Robyn turned around and wiggled her bare butt. “A small one, on the right cheek?”

“Oh, my goodness, Robyn,” Faith laughed. “I think it would be cute except no one gets to touch, let alone look at, that precious little bare butt of yours but me, okay?”

“Aww. Okay,” Robyn whined. “Oh, jeez. Gosh.”

“Besides, aren’t you too little to get a tattoo?”

“Spoil sport,” Robyn complained, shooting a dirty look and sticking her tongue over her shoulder as she walked out of Faith’s bedroom. Faith laughed again, which was the best sign that whatever Robyn was up to, it was working.

FAITH

Faith finished breakfast, did her morning bathroom routine but stopped short of putting on makeup, and waited on the bed for Robyn to return with her mysterious gift. She left her phone on the nightstand charger. There was purposefully no TV in her bedroom. It was fine because all Faith trusted herself to do in that moment was sit quietly and wait.

Robyn did not disappoint.

She bounded back into the room completely naked except for a pair of yellow ankle socks carrying two small plastic storage bins.

“You get to choose which box you want to open. Read these first.” Robyn set the bins on the floor and handed Faith two pieces of folded printer paper.

Faith opened each one and carefully read the contents, fighting harder than ever to hold back the tears.

“Ducky, baby…Robyn, I…”

“No?”

“No. Yes! No, I mean yes. Yes!”

“Which one, then?”

Faith fell silent.

She looked at the handmade card on her left thigh. On the cover, it showed a sad, hand-drawn anime girl wearing a yellow raincoat, walking a little duckling home in the rain. On the inside was the strangest, most heartfelt apology that Faith had ever read that was basically Robyn asking to be punished severely for being bad. There was even a coupon on the back for one free, severe, bare bottom spanking.

On her right knee was a birthday card. That one had the same hand-drawn, blonde anime girl bursting naked out of a birthday cake along with an explosion of sparks. On the inside of that one was a simple birthday wish and a coupon for VIP access to the Sexy Funtime show in Robyn’s playroom any time that day.

Both drawings were simple, like the pencil sketch of something that would end up looking professional but done in crayon, and they were so beautiful that Faith’s heart ached for Robyn.

“Yes?” Robyn asked, reminding Faith of the choice that she had before her. Both required her to assume the dominant role that had eluded her that weekend.

“I think you…”

“Yes?”

“I think you’ve been bad, and your bottom must be punished,” Faith said with a level of confidence that she didn’t feel. “Severely.”

“Aww. Oh, no!” Robyn fake cried. “Oh, Miss Faith, anything but that! My poor, poor bottom.”

Faith’s heart thudded in her chest; she had gone from fighting back tears to choking back a laugh within the span of a couple of minutes. “Yes, your bottom,” she smirked.

“But, I wrote that I was sorry!”

“The longer you argue with me, the more it will hurt, little one.”

“Jeez…I guess that means you should open this box, then,” Robyn picked up one of the bins and set it on the bed next to her. “There’s no gift boxes or wrapping paper that I could find, otherwise it would be wrapped properly.”

“It’s okay, ducky…I mean,” Faith cleared her throat. “I’ll show you where they are, that way you can do better next time, young miss.” Again, she felt like the dominant lingo was easy to come by, but the actions that were supposed to follow were hard.

“Yes, mam,” Robyn answered.

“What’s in these bins?”

“One is for now, the other’s a surprise for later. Something we haven’t tried before.” Robyn’s face shone with mischief.

“So, how do we…?” Faith faltered. Damn. She was supposed to be the dominant one and tell Robyn what to do. “I mean, over my knee, young lady.”

“Aww, please not that,” Robyn whined. It was almost convincing enough to not be outright embarrassing. Faith looked at her lover hard and shook her head. Once she had set aside the handmade cards and patted her lap, the transformation had already begun. Robyn puffed up her cheeks and blew out an exasperated breath. “Okay, okay. But I can’t, I won’t be your wheelbarrow, no matter what you say or however bad you think I’ve been.”

“Wheelbarrow?” Faith asked.

“Oh no!” Robyn cried again. “Why did I say that? Can I take it back?”

Faith cleared her throat again. “You have been so bad, I think, no, I know we should start with the wheelbarrow.” She had only the vaguest idea what that position might be, but it sounded extremely entertaining. “What’s in here?” Faith asked as Robyn gave her one of the bins.

“Stuff,” Robyn said coyly.

Faith took off the lid and tossed it to the floor. She took each item out and examined them in turn. Inside was an old fashioned, thick, wood brush with thick black bristles. The next was a tub of Vaseline and its partner in crime, a black silicone butt plug. There was a long wooden spoon from her kitchen, their favorite pair of fuzzy cuffs, a hand towel from the guest bathroom, and a bottle of lotion left over from their trip to Solvang.

“You can’t use the spoon on me, you just can’t,” Robyn said in her littlest of little girl voices. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Robyn bit her lower lip and looked away.

“Remind me how the wheelbarrow works again?”

ROBYN

Mommy, Robyn thought. I can’t believe I said it. I went and said it…

Faith paused but said nothing. The world paused along with her, or at least that’s how it felt to Robyn. As if the world stopped spinning because an intimate spanking scene took a left turn off Kinky St. and onto Creepy Ave. Faith shifted her legs around so that she was kneeling in a slightly more comfortable position that did nothing to relieve Robyn’s shame. Her heart was still pounding from the inherent humiliation of the wheelbarrow and was also just fine with staying right there for as long as Faith wanted.

“It’s ‘Miss’ or ‘mam’,” Faith said, “and you know this, little one.”

“I’m sorry,” Robyn apologized.

“You’ve got a hard lesson ahead of you, ducky. We might be at this all day. I’ve never seen a little girl more deserving of a sore bottom.”

“Oh, no!”

“Oh, yes. This is going to hurt, a lot, and you are just going to have to lay there and take it.” Robyn could only whimper in response.

The spanking began again in earnest. Real tears began streaming down her cheeks (more out of relief than from the pain) and Robyn was beginning to think that it would never end when Faith finally let up. “Your butt has hurt my hands, ducky. I think we may need to move onto the spoon.”

“No! Anything but the spoon!” Robyn vamped, her real, visceral fear of the pain from the implement shining through her sorry little girl routine.

“No? Okay, time for the brush then. Off. Go stand in the corner until I’m ready to continue your punishment.”

Ohhh, that felt good to hear, Robyn thought. It seemed to Robyn that all of Faith’s doubts and shame from the day before were gone, replaced with a desire to torment her lover’s ass with impunity.

Robyn rolled off Faith’s legs and fell off the side of the tall bed but landed like a cat on her feet.

“Come on now, stop dawdling. Corner. Now.” Aww, yeah, there it was. Faith was finally in command.

“Aww,” Robyn whined, but she went and put her nose in the corner anyway, sniffling, “You’re mean.”

Robyn could see herself through Faith’s eyes for a second and what she saw took her breath away. Small and fragile, her blonde hair mussed up and crying for the attention of a brush, her tiny ass bright red and begging for a different kind of attention from that very same brush.

“Aww,” she complained again. “For how long?”

“As long as you need to, little ducky. Hands behind your head, no more talking back or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Robyn sniffed and laced her fingers behind her head. Faith got off the bed and stretched her legs. As petite as she was, Robyn could tell that it had been an ordeal to have her entire body weight on them like that.

“You like seeing me like this, don’t you, Miss Meanie?”

“Shush.”

Robyn couldn’t believe how much her bottom hurt but that was nothing in comparison to how much she ached for the spanking to resume. The part of her that had spent the last couple of years studying human sexuality, both academically and informally with her friends and streaming fans, was flummoxed by this desire. She tried not to question it or to understand it more deeply while she was in the middle of it. It was pain and it aroused her to the edge of orgasm (which was never that far away to begin with), and it hurt, and she hated it, but she wanted nothing more than to feel the sting of Faith’s hands again. She was afraid of Faith but so madly in love with her at the same time that leaving the corner, slowing the scene down, or even thinking her safeword was out of the question.

Now, that’s interesting, Robyn thought. She felt like she was nowhere near saying it but also felt like there might not be a thing on earth that Faith was capable of doing to her that might trigger it. Robyn thanked the universe that they had found each other.

“Thank you,” Robyn whispered to the corner.

“What’s that?” Faith said behind her.

“I said ‘thank you’, thank you, mam.”

“I don’t think you’ll be saying that when we’re through with the brush, do you?”

“Of course I will, Miss Faith.”

“Why?” Faith asked. This was always a point of contention between them, not a sore point exactly, more of a frayed connection. Robyn knew that Faith was naturally dominant but getting her to go along with the age-play aspect of her fantasies had been difficult. Heck, it had almost broken them up the day before.

“Because I’m little and you’re big and I need it. I need this, as much as you need it. You need to be in control, and I want you to punish my bottom, right?”

Faith nodded. “Turn around. Look at me.”

Robyn did as she was told, hands still behind her head. Her face felt heavy, hot, and wet, but her body felt as light as air. Except for her butt, that still burned worse than a Lake Havasu sunburn and would for hours to come, she suspected.

Faith pushed some hair out of Robyn’s eyes, allowing her to see her Miss more clearly. Faith had stripped off some of the layers of sleepwear and stood close enough to feel her body’s warmth. She looked like a dream come true to Robyn’s eyes, her heavy breasts straining against the bralette, her leggings riding low on her exercise-toned stomach, her face clean and bright and properly stern for once. Even her short, nappy hair spoke of the perfect power imbalance that they had created since Robyn had put her plan into motion.

“Go bend over the side of the bed. Keep your hands up over your head or I’ll have to put the cuffs on.”

“Yes mam,” Robyn snuffled. The eye had passed, it was time to ride out the tail of the hurricane.

FAITH

As Robyn crossed the space between the corner and the bed, Faith realized that she could do whatever she wanted, literally anything at all, to the girl while she was in her present state and get away with it. She also realized that she would absolutely not, and would never, could never, do some of the darker, more dangerous things that were intruding on her thoughts at that moment. She would do nothing they hadn’t already agreed to, and if they got to a part in a scene, an act they hadn’t anticipated, she would put the brakes on at once and make sure that she got affirmative consent first.

Who was it that really had the power then? I’m in charge, but it was Robyn, right? Faith thought. She told herself to ask Robyn later if that realization was a common one among doms. If anyone knew, her ducky surely would. The girl was practically Dr. Alfred Kinsey reincarnated.

The girl took her time lifting herself up so she could lay halfway off the bed, nearly invoking an expression of impatience from Faith, but she was really trying to not let her mouth get in the way of a good time. Watching the whole helpless little girl act gave Faith some time to think of what she wanted to do next.

Once in place, Robyn gave her butt an irresistible little wiggle and kicked her feet in anticipation.

“I’m sorry,” Faith said before she understood why.

“Don’t be. It’s part of the fun, right? Figuring each other out?” Robyn looked over her shoulder at Faith and winked. “Oh, no! No, no, no…not the brush!”

“You keep complaining, but…” Faith said, admiring her ducky’s ability to switch in and out of roleplaying. If Faith was being honest with herself, she was also felt a little jealous and irritated with herself that she had so much catching up to do. “…but, you like this don’t you? You love it when I punish you, don’t you?”

“No! I mean, yes! I know it’s…it’s…”

“‘No’? Again, with the ‘no’.”

“I mean, I know that little girls sometimes need it, and you’re in charge of me and that’s why it has to happen.”

“You’re right, but we can’t have you saying ‘no’ anymore, can we?” Faith savored the building anticipation, the first hill for a rollercoaster in the dark. The wheelbarrow spanking happened so fast that she didn’t have time to worry or wonder.

Robyn pushed herself up to get a better look at Faith, a strange look on her face.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Except for the fuzzy cuffs, all the other bondage stuff is in my room.”

“Huh?”

“You want to gag me, right?” Robyn frowned. “No?”

Faith shook her head. Her face darkened but her eyes lit up. Oh, this is going to be fun, she thought.

ROBYN

“Gah, it hurts!” Robyn exaggerated. As a part of her fearless exploration of her own sexuality, she’d recently really gotten into ass play. She was so inspired by the results that she had started talking about her experiences freely on her streams and podcast.

All the lube and dildos, plugs and vibes, even her own fingers didn’t come close to the filthy, painfully sublime ache of having someone else force a metal plug up her ass. And once again, she found herself in the most humiliating position ever. The choice of petroleum jelly was deliberate too; no matter how well she cleaned herself, it would stick around a long time after the plug was gone.

“Don’t clench, little ducky. Breathe and relax.”

“No, Miss, nooooo…it’s too big. Please? Please!”

“Come on, baby. Relax and take it.”

Robyn was on her back on the edge of the bed, her knees hugged tight to her chest while Faith loomed over her. The expression on Faith’s face was of determined concentration as she worked to get the uncomfortable knob of steel home.

“There you go again. Are you going to say ‘no’ again to me? Are you?”

“Unnnffff,” was all Robyn could manage. The dilemma that she found herself in was almost as exquisite as the sensation of the alien invader that was currently probing her anus. She wished that she had taken the time to grab a gag from her bedroom; it would have been great to bite down on something while the plug was going in.

“Huh? No?” Faith chided.

Robyn clenched her jaw while she balled her fists in the sheets and did her best to accept the guest at her back door. Just as she thought she could take no more, it plopped into place, releasing a short, sharp, and wholly unexpected orgasm.

“Take your time,” Faith chuckled, adding an evil grin to sweeten the brewing pot.

“Oh, oooohhh my, damn,” Robyn sighed a minute later. “That was…”

“Intense. I’m jealous,” Faith offered. “You are one dirty little girl, aren’t you ducky?” Faith asked. Robyn nodded and bit her lip. “I never said you could cum, little one. Going to have to brush that disobedience right out of you. This is going to hurt a lot more than my hand. Are you ready to begin again?”

Robyn could only stare daggers at Faith. Saying or shaking her head ‘no’ was now out of the question, so she clenched her teeth and nodded.

Robyn searched for the words to describe what was happening to her bottom for later podcast fodder but came up completely empty. The closest she came was a feeling of heartbreak. She loved and loathed Faith in equal measures as the brush hit home again and again. She tried to hate the brush alone, but her feelings only got more tangled as the pain level went past any conceivable limit.

Normally, clenching her ass helped her with the harder impacts but the first time she did that it felt like it would force the plug out and that wouldn’t do at all. If Faith could just stop for a moment, let her catch her breath, roll on her tummy or take some other, more comfortable position, then everything would be okay. Almost okay.

“Nearly done, ducky,” Faith said about twelve years after the first stroke with the brush. “With this part, anyway.”

“I’ve learned!” Robyn yelped. “I’ve learned!” she repeated between what felt like the 999,999th and one millionth stroke of the brush, “I’ve! Learned! My! Lesson!”

“Oh?” Faith asked incredulously. “No, I don’t think so.”

“I’ve learned, Ms. Faith,” Robyn said. “Please, mam, please.”

They looked at each other and wondered exactly the same thing: How on earth did we get here and how in the hell do we get back home?

“Yes,” Faith sighed, breaking first. “Yes, I suppose you have.”

“Thank you mo, I m-mean m-m-mam,” Robyn stuttered. Oops, almost slipped again.

“Don’t move. You are too little to clean yourself up,” Faith said as she set the brush aside. “I’m going to get something better than a hand towel. Don’t try to take the thing out of your bottom until I’m back or I will use the spoon for real this time.”

Faith sighed as she took another look before she turned toward the bathroom. Robyn slumped on her side, but the plug didn’t let her stretch her legs out very far.

“Did I do good, Miss Faith?” Robyn asked before Faith had a chance to close the bathroom door behind her.

“Yes, ducky. You did good,” Faith replied. For a fleeting second, Robyn could see the return of worry on her Miss’s face. “You’re not a bad girl, you just behaved badly.”

“Really?”

“Really, you are a good girl. The best girl.”

Robyn sighed and rolled on her stomach while shudders of joy and pride coursed through her body.

FAITH

Faith had taken her time collecting everything she would need to take care of her little ducky. The thick bath sheet she pulled from the linen closet was just a start, she also soaked a washcloth in hot water, grabbed a box of tissues and an old-fashioned blue tub of cold cream, and took a long, hard look in the mirror at herself.

You just got it, didn’t you? Faith thought. Everything you asked for. I mean, all the ‘little’ stuff that you were worried about isn’t that bad at all. Pretty hot, actually. Spanking is really hard work though…

Faith looked far more composed than she felt. Inside was haggard and torn with conflicting emotions. There was only one way to cope, and that was together with Robyn, but something kept Faith from leaving her huge master bathroom right away.

She knew what it was but refused to name it; best to leave emotional self-sabotage in the bathroom where it belonged. Instead, she got naked, splashed some cold water in her face, and went out to do some badly needed aftercare.

FAITH

They tried a couple of different positions to get the plug out cleanly, but with every tug, no matter how gentle, Robyn kept worrying aloud that she felt like a whole bunch of unpleasant stuff would follow its exit.

“Well, when we go knocking on the door where poop lives, we shouldn’t be surprised when it’s home,” Faith chuckled.

Robyn ended up rolling back to the humiliating position where Faith had first come knocking and hugged her knees while Faith did the deed, a wad of tissue at the ready. Robyn squeaked fearfully as it came out. Faith clucked her tongue and smiled.

“Eeewwww, gross. That feels soooo dirty!”

“See, nothing to it,” Faith said, tossing aside the soiled tissue before Robyn could see it. “All clean, little ducky.” After wiping her bottom and thighs down with the warm washcloth, Faith ordered Robyn onto her tummy.

“Aw, can’t we cuddle now?” Robyn whined.

“In a minute. Just wait, I think you might like this more than cuddling,” Robyn said as she held up the tub of cold cream.

“Nox…what’s that stuff called? Nox-zuma?”

“Noxzema. Roll over, your ass is going to thank me.”

Robyn laughed but complied. The weight of what had happened was already starting to lift and the airiness that replaced it felt better. Not good, not yet, but better.

Faith applied a dollop of the cold cream to Robyn’s right cheek and started spreading it around.

“OH MY GOD!”

“I know, right?” Faith said as she slathered the cream on Robyn’s left cheek.

“It’s like, cold and hot! Ohhhh, I think I might cum again!”

“Not without my permission, you won’t!” Faith said. After making sure that the angry red bottom was completely covered in the cooling salve, she mounted the bed and encircled Robyn with every part of herself.

“Mmmm, cuddles,” Robyn whispered into Faith’s chest. The taller woman responded by squeezing her as tight as she could. “Unnnff.”

“You okay, ducky?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she answered, suckling gently on a nipple. “Fingers.”

“Fingers?”

“Yes. Rub my kitty, please.”

“You first,” Faith insisted.

ROBYN & FAITH

Faith jerked awake, startling herself out of a dream where the roles that she and Robyn had just played were reversed. Faith hated to be tied up and was up for a playful spank or two, but what she had just put Robyn through would have been unendurable for her. So, of course Faith’s napping mind decided to put her right in the middle of just such a nightmare.

“Oh gosh,” Faith said to the back of Robyn’s head. The image of herself, tied prone, naked, and spreadeagled on the bed while Robyn wailed away on her ass with her father’s old belt was still so clear in her mind.

“You okay?” Robyn whispered. Robyn was pleasantly tired but not sleepy at all, but nothing at all could have lured her away from being Faith’s little spoon while she took her customary post-sex snooze.

“Yeah, I, mmm, No. No, I’m fine,” Faith grumbled before resuming her nap.

Robyn smiled but was starting to feel impatient. Her desire to get up and resume enjoying the weekend had just about overcome the comfort of spooning.

That’s the cost of being little, Robyn thought. When you’ve given someone else the power to be in charge, you’ve got to either have a good attitude about it or be ready for the consequences of bratty behavior.

Robyn shuddered. Neither her bottom nor her ego was ready to deal with consequences of any kind, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, hoping that any moment that Miss Faith would wake up so that they could start playing again.

End part 1