Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) by Becca Little Read Free Book Online Page A

fate.  If everything came crashing down around me, it would be no different than the rest of my life.  It would just be another chapter filled with failures I would be forced to overcome.  I watched the gears shift in his head as my final words were spoken.  He took a deep breath and dug into his pocket, lighting a cigarette as he stared at me.
    “I’m a very complex man.”  He said finally.  “I’ll admit, when I brought you home and watched your radiance light this place up, part me couldn’t wait to light your bottom up and feel your submission as you crumbled in my hands.”
    I blinked a few times, listening intently to what he said.  “And now?”  I asked.
    “Amy, you’re strong.  You’re not the little girl I thought you were, you’re something more.  You have ambition, drive, and the potential to be something special.”  He sat down on the edge of the bed and took a long drag off of his cigarette.
    “I’m not.”  I shook my head.  “I’m only strong because you made me strong.  You gave me purpose.”
    “Amy…”  He sighed as he took a drag off of his cigarette.
    “I need you.”  I sat up and perched myself next to him.  “I would give it all up to be the little girl you are looking for.”
    “You wouldn’t last a day.”  He leaned over and ran his fingers down the side of my jaw.
    He left me there in the midst of my turmoil and confusion.  Sleep didn’t come easy, even with the comfort of the bed that had brought it on without effort so many nights before.  It was the middle of the night when I finally did drift off and I woke up early with my eyes still rimmed from the swelling of my tears.  I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself the best I could.  After I was done with my shower, I used the hair dryer to blow away the dampness in my locks.  I didn’t even want to go downstairs to face him.  I wrapped a towel around my body and walked towards my bedroom.  Everything that happened the night before was still flashing in my mind and I cringed at every moment.  I had set out to make it seamless, but all I had managed to accomplish was a personal embarrassment even worse than my arrest.  I pushed my door opened and stepped into my room.  I stopped in my tracks when I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed.
    “Good morning, Amy.”  He sat up and stared into my eyes with a cold expression.
    “Uh, good morning…”  I pulled my towel tighter.  “What are you doing in here?”
    “Why do you think I’m here?”  He tilted his head, but maintained eye contact.
    “I don’t know.”  I admitted with my confusion echoing in my tone.
    “You were a very naughty girl yesterday, and I think we both know you deserve a spanking.”  He said stretched out his hand and motioned for me to come to him.
    The reality of getting what I was practically begging for the day before made my heart start to beat hard in my ears and my stomach felt queasy.  I had pushed those thoughts of my mind and did not think it would actually happen.  The pants I had spent an hour obsessing over and the panties I had carefully chosen were laying in the dirty clothes hamper.  Underneath my towel, I was completely naked.  It was nothing like I had planned, and he didn’t look like he was going to take me lovingly in his arms.  The expression on his face, which seemed to grow angrier as I hesitated, was the same scowl that he had the day he arrested me.  I took a step forward and then froze in my tracks.  My leg muscles would not budge or go any further.  I started to tremble as the realness sank in.  It was no longer a fantasy; it was really going to happen.  In my mind, the day before, I had painted it into something romantic and fun.
    “I’m scared…”  I said as I tried to take another step.
    “You should be scared.  I’m going to wear your ass out, young lady.  The longer you stand there thinking about it, the worse it is going to be.  Drop that towel and get over