His Little Captive by Meredith O’Reilly – Extended Preview

“Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you this? I’m not going to force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” If only she fully got that through her brain, life would be so less stressful for her here.

“Yeah, except my being here, you jackass!” she spat back.

We both looked at each other, each of us frustrated. I didn’t know how many times I could repeat myself to her. I knew she didn’t want to be here, but it was the best thing for her. Why couldn’t she see that?

“I’m sorry, Charles. I didn’t mean to say that. I know you won’t ever force me to do something, but that’s what I was trying to tell you. When I’m having an anxiety attack, I don’t think rationally. In my mind, I was going to be forced to drink from a bottle in front of all of those people so I ran away. When you caught my arm, I thought you were going to make me go back. That’s why I punched you. It wasn’t out of malicious intent. I just needed to get away so I could make it to the bathroom. I truly don’t believe I should be punished for that.”

With her apology and explanation, I could understand better what she had been feeling and I thought it would help me avoid dangerous situations for her in the future that might cause her this type of distress. One more question popped into my head before I got to doling out her punishment. “Can you tell me why you get sick when you get anxious?”

She sighed and when I opened my arms, she climbed back into my lap. It brought me an immense amount of pleasure that she came to me for comfort.

“I told you before, ever since I was in third grade, whenever I got super upset, nervous, or uncomfortable about something, I’d throw up. I’m not sure why. It just happens and it honestly sucks, especially when I don’t feel nervous at all about a new thing, but I wind up bent over the toilet. As much as I hate it, I’ve learned to manage it over the years.”

A mental picture of Lilly came into my head of her being small and getting sick all by herself. My poor little flower.

I squeezed her close, trying to pass along some strength to make her feel better. We stayed like this for at least five minutes. Each of us enjoying the other’s presence.

Finally, she lifted her head up and asked, “I’m still going to get a punishment for hitting you, aren’t I?”

“No. After what you told me, I won’t punish you for running away or hitting me this time. Like you said, you didn’t do it maliciously. You were just trying to get to the bathroom.” Her face lit up and I hated to burst her bubble. Tucking her side bangs behind her ears, I continued, “However, you did just call me a jackass and I won’t allow any disrespect.”

Her mouth turned down in an adorable pout. Then, without asking she repositioned herself over my lap. I was surprised and happy at the same time. Instead of pitching a fit over being spanked for calling me a bad word, she had accepted it without a fuss. It was a step in the right direction.

“Due to your obedient behavior, your punishment will not be that severe, just twenty spanks with my hand on your bottom.”

“I understand, Sir.”

Grabbing the waist of her pants, I pulled them down to reveal a sparkly pink panty-covered bottom.

“Hey! You can’t do that,” she screeched, turning around to try and pull her pants up. There went her compliance. Grabbing her wrist, I pinned it to her back as I said, “This is going to be a bare bottom spanking, one that you’ve earned. If you try and interfere again, I’ll go get my handcuffs to stop you from moving and afterwards, you’ll be punished with a bar of soap in your mouth. So, I suggest you reach for your pillow if you want to hold onto something.”

I released her hand and without another word, her arms wrapped around her pillow and she hung on.

Getting back to her pink sparkly panties—so damn cute—I pulled those down, revealing her perfect creamy white ass.

Rubbing my hand over it, warming her skin, I knew it wouldn’t stay pale and pristine for long, but little girls who broke the rules needed to be punished.

Without prolonging the inevitable, I began with four hard, crisp spanks on each cheek. She gasped, her entire body shaking as her backside turned a light shade of pink.

With my free hand on her lower back to keep her steady, I was ready to proceed.

“Twelve more, baby girl. You’re doing very good.”

This time, I placed two spanks on each side, which caused her to whimper as her cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

I knew her bottom must be stinging by now, but I hoped the pain would stop her the next time she thought to hit me. Or better yet, hopefully next time, it made her turn to me to comfort her, instead of running away.

Taking a break for a moment, I ran my palm over her bum. It was predictably warm, but not quite hot yet. It would be by the end of our lesson.

Glancing up toward Lilly’s face, I saw she was holding onto her pillow tight and I could hear her sniffling. Wanting to get to our snuggles, I got on with the punishment.

When I laid three swats on each of her sit spots, she howled in pain as her breath hitched with sobs. My poor little girl.

I finished her spanking with the two last smacks on her ass, causing it to turn as bright as a ripe tomato.

“You’re all done, sweetheart. Your punishment is over,” I cooed, turning her over so we could cuddle.

She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into the crook of my neck and she sobbed.

Picking her up, I took a seat in the rocking chair and began to rock back and forth, just letting her cry out her pain.

Ten minutes had gone by when she finally shed her last tear.

“How are you feeling, honey?”

“Sore… but I also don’t feel guilty for what I called you anymore.”

Despite the fact she had just been in a lot of pain, I was glad she understood the importance of a punishment. It wasn’t some sadistic pleasure I had. I got absolutely no joy in causing her distress. It was to help her clear her conscious of any guilt that she had for her actions.

“Charles?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I’m really sorry for what happened today. Next time, I promise I’ll try to talk to you first before I run off. But, I can’t promise I won’t ever get sick again because of my nerves.”

“That’s fine by me. As long as you tell me when you’re feeling overwhelmed, we can leave any situation that makes you feel this way and I’ll personally carry you to the nearest bathroom myself.”

“Thank you,” she said, snuggling close to me, making this entire day all worth it.

I stayed cuddled on Charles’ lap for some time until there was a knock at the front door.

“We have to get up, Lilly. I need to see who it is.”

Climbing off his lap, I followed after him, wondering who it could be.

Betty stood there carrying what appeared to be three table top trays stacked on top of one another. Each tray had two dishes of food on them. Man, that woman is strong.

“Hi, Charles. Mind if I come in? I wanted to see if your little Lilly was all right after the hubbub that went on in my dining area tonight.”

“Sure.” He held the door open wider for the woman to step through, before closing it and taking the trays out of her hands.

When she spotted me, she clapped her hands together and exclaimed, “Hello, sweetie! It’s so nice to finally be able to meet you.”

I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I gravitated toward the wall and out of her view.

“Aww, she seems a little shy,” I heard the lady call out.

I was not shy! I just didn’t want people to see me here. I mean, sure, a bunch of people had in the mess hall, but no one had been directly focused on me and expecting me to talk to them. Now that I was one on one with a person, I felt a bit nervous.

“Baby girl, why don’t you come with me into the kitchen? You can help make everyone’s plate,” Charles suggested.

Happy to be doing anything instead of cringing out of sight from the stranger, I hurried after him, as our guest followed me.

He’d set the trays down by the time we walked in, so I could see what was on them. Baked turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, creamed corn, rolls, and green bean casserole. Like a Thanksgiving feast, it all looked so good my mouth watered.

“Here are three plates, honey. Why don’t you put some stuffing, green bean casserole, and turkey on each plate and I’ll dish up the rest. Okay?”

I nodded, getting to work. It felt good to have a job and take my mind off of today’s events. Before long, the plates were brimming with food and we were carrying them over to the woman who was already seated at the kitchen table. She must have gotten drinks for all of us because there were three glasses next to our spots and some silverware and napkins.

I dug into my meal, amazed that it tasted better than it smelled.

“Mmm,” I couldn’t help but moan as stuffing doused with gravy danced across my taste buds. This was my all-time favorite meal!

“Looks like I can add another little to my list of those who enjoy my food, I’m Betty, by the way.”

“My name is Lilly, but, then…” I stammered, dipping my chin in embarrassment as a blush heated my face, “you already knew that… Your food is scrumptious.” It appeared the cure for my lack of vocabulary was to feed me out-of-this-world tasty food.

“I’m happy that you like it so much! I also want to apologize for all the ruckus that went on today in my mess hall. I never allow such nonsense. But, little Marianna loves getting her spankings from her daddy.”

I was surprised that this woman was apologizing for something she had no control over. It wasn’t like she had a policy that stated you must be extra loud to scare the anxiety-prone newbies. All the same, it was sweet she was apologizing for it.

Though, I wondered what she meant by Marianna loved getting her ass spanked by her daddy. How could anyone love that? It hurt like the dickens!

I couldn’t keep myself from blurting out the question. “Betty, what do you mean Marianna enjoys getting her spankings?”

“Oh. Well… Marianna and her daddy have a different type of relationship than you and Charles do.”

“What do you mean? I thought by being on this island, we were forced to act young for three months. What other type of relationship do this girl and her daddy have?”

Betty’s face changed to a bright rosy red as she kept looking at Charles, then back at me. I got suspicious I wasn’t being told everything.

“You are correct, Lilly. Every person who is brought on this island has to act little for three months and then is released. But—” Betty began, but she was cut off by Charles.

“But, none of us are enjoying this food as much as we should be. Lilly, what’s your favorite part about it?” my captor asked, taking a bite of his turkey.

Knowing a deliberate change of subject when I heard one, I went along with it for now, but not before I made a silent promise to myself that I’d corner Betty one day and get the story behind Marianna and her daddy’s ‘different’ kind of relationship.

“The stuffing is my favorite, it’s extra moist. How did you do that?” I asked, turning my head back to our guest.

For the rest of the evening, we discussed food and what the island had to offer. I had to admit, I thought it would be really cool to work with Betty once I got done being forced to act little. Having the freedom to make whatever you wanted for your guests and having an unlimited budget to buy food sounded pretty sweet.

We said our goodbyes with promises of hanging out together again soon. It seemed Betty had a huge mama streak in her, but with being the head chef of the island, she couldn’t have her own little because she wouldn’t have sufficient time to take care of him/her.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I declared, heading into my little girl’s room.

First, I had to pick out some pajamas to wear. Walking into the large closet, I looked around at all my options. On the right side of the closet, pants hung on hangers and to the left were the shirts. At the far wall, there was a dresser. Heading over to it, I discovered it was filled with panties and bras. There wasn’t an abundance of any of the items, probably a week’s worth of each, but with the invention of the washer and dryer, that was okay.

It was hard to decide what to wear, since there were so many cute options to choose from. Finally, I decided on a pair of Monsters, Inc.-themed pajamas. To match, I grabbed a green sports bra and pair of panties.

Stepping out of the closet and into the bathroom, I found Charles sitting by the side of the bath, filling it up.

“What are you doing?” I asked, dropping the clothes on one of the chairs.

“You said you wanted to take a shower, but there isn’t one in your bathroom, so I started a bath for you.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you starting it.”

When he made no move to leave, I asked, “Aren’t you going to be going?”

“Don’t you remember the rules? When a person has finally decided to regress, they have to sleep in their little room and every night be given a bath by their mommy or daddy.”

Oh, shit. I had totally forgotten about this particular rule. How could I have? This stranger was going to see me naked. I wasn’t comfortable with that. What if he thought I was ugly? Or what if he thought he could try to take advantage of me like—

“Take a deep breath for me, Lilly,” Charles ordered, kneeling in front of me.

I did, suddenly becoming aware I was sitting on the floor, clutching my chest. My entire body felt numb and the constant ringing in my ears made it difficult not to give in to the need to get sick. As we kept breathing, I could feel my impending anxiety start to drift away. This man was amazing. If only I could have him around all the time before I let my fears get the best of me.

Once I was all calm, I was ready to protest this rule. I could deal with sleeping in the little girl’s room. In fact, it’d be comforting to be surrounded by all the stuffed animals. But, being forced to let this man give me a bath, no way, José!

“No, you cannot give me a bath.”

A smile crossed his face. “I knew you were going to say that. We can compromise. I added some grape-scented bubble bath to the water. You will be surrounded by so much purple soapsuds, I won’t see a thing. I’ll turn around when you get undressed, and close my eyes when you step out of the water. However, we must follow the rules and they state that I bathe you. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

It did and it made me appreciate him for being so sincere and understanding to my worries. However, there was one more issue I had.

“What about washing me? I don’t want you touching my private areas. You’re practically a stranger to me!” A stranger I had to live with for another two months, three weeks, and six days at least, but who was counting?

“You can scrub those areas and I’ll do the rest. Now, do we have a deal?”

“Fine,” I muttered, knowing arguing with him would end up with me losing and probably having another sore bottom. “Turn around, please.”

He did as I asked and I slipped out of my clothes, tossing them into my laundry bin. Stepping into the water, I had to admit it felt heavenly—well, besides the slight sting that came when my ass hit the warm water as I sat down. Still, it had been a long day and being able to unwind and relax in a bubble bath was nice.

“Are you in the tub?”

“Yes, you can turn around.”

He did and sent me a sweet smile as he took a seat next to the bath.

“Would you like to play with some toys?” He held up a basket filled with dolls and other items. Some of them did look pretty cool, but I wasn’t ready to use them yet.

I shook my head and he put them back on the floor.

It was quiet for a moment. I sat rigid as we stared at each other. I wasn’t sure how he wanted to start this.

“Well, this isn’t the relaxing bath I wanted you to have.”

“Sorry.” What else was I supposed to say? It wasn’t like I had agreed to do this from the get-go.

Snapping his fingers together, Charles’ face lit up as he went to the end of the tub and requested, “Please give me one of your feet.”

“What?” I couldn’t imagine what he’d want with one of my feet. Hopefully, not to tickle it. That wouldn’t be nice.

“Trust me,” he urged.

Extra slowly, I raised my foot to his awaiting hands. He took it and pressed his fingers deep into it, massaging away the tension.

“Oh… oh. That feels nice,” I moaned as his fingers dug right underneath the ball of my foot.

“I thought you’d like this. After the day you had, you deserve to relax.”

Sinking further into the tub, I closed my eyes. A sexier-than-sin man was rubbing my feet, as I soaked in a bubble bath. It was a fantasy come to life. The only way this could get better would be if he had some chocolate-covered strawberries to feed me. Or…

Suddenly, I was imagining Charles with his clothes off. Of course, he had a super long, extra thick cock, and erect from his desire for me. Something he could use to plow into my tight channel. As I sighed softly and everything in the room faded, I concentrated on the foot massage and the fantasy I’d concocted.

His strong hands kneaded all the knots from my foot. With each pass of his hand up my arch, he reached a bit further, slowly moving up my leg until he was cupping my sex.

“You seem mighty wet for a girl who’s supposed to be getting cleaned,” he purred, his extraordinary eyes blazing with lust.

“I’m in a bathtub, I’m bound to get wet everywhere,” I quipped, trying to come up with some excuse.

Putting my foot gently back into the water, he shook his head and came to the front of the tub. “I know the difference between regular soapy water and the wetness from a naughty girl’s juices. You’re aroused and I know just how to take care of you.”

He bent, our lips touching and igniting an even stronger fire inside me. What’s more, I could practically feel the sparks of passion arching between the two of us. As his tongue took command of my mouth, his fingers slipped beneath the bubbles and found a pebble-hard nipple. He gave it a little pinch, before he rolled it slowly.

“Oh, Charles,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the tub.

“Hmmm, I wonder if your clit is as sensitive as this sudsy peak is right now. I think I should check.” After giving the aching bud one more tweak, he slid his palm over my quivering belly and between my thighs. When his rough fingers met my swollen bundle of nerves, I let out a yelp. He grinned as he began rubbing little circles around it.

As he continued his strokes with his thumb, two of his fingers slipped lower, gliding into my channel and beginning to thrust in and out of me.

With each hitch of my breath, he pumped a tad harder until I was close to coming. Almost… almost there…

“Oh.” As I groaned, my fantasy mingling with reality, my head slipped under the water. Caught by surprise, I breathed in a bunch of bubbles. Strong arms lifted me up, sitting me on my rump.

“Are you all right, sweetie? What happened?” Charles asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, not releasing his grasp.

Coughing up soapy water was not fun and it definitely didn’t taste good. Turning the nozzle of the water on, I took a few sips of clean water to get the taste out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry, I must have dozed off or something.”

He crooked an eyebrow at me. “Are you sure? You were gripping the sides awfully tight.”

“I’m sure,” I lied. What was I supposed to say? No, I was actually having a fantasy about you and how it would feel for you to finger fuck me before you finished the job with your enormous cock? That notion didn’t help ease my desire any, and saying something so outrageous wouldn’t make this situation any more awkward than it already was.

I knew from reading ageplay books that some couples had sex when they were still in their little girl and daddy headspaces, but that never really floated my boat. I thought it’d be too weird and personally, it was crossing a line for me.

If he were willing to get it on when I wasn’t acting like a little girl, then I’d totally consider it. The only problem, I had been told countless times that for the next three months I was supposed to act little twenty-four hours, seven days a week. So, there wouldn’t be any grownup play until after my time was up and I didn’t plan on hanging around here any longer than I had to.

“All right, if you say you’re okay, then I guess you are. Tell me though if something is bothering you.”

“I will.”

A smile crossed his face. “I guess this is why they require all caregivers to bathe their littles. They’re too afraid they might drown in the tub.”

He thought he could make a joke and get away with it, did he? With a sly smile on my face, I waited until he had started to reach for the loofa behind me. When he did, I splashed a tiny bit of soapy water his way. I had good aim and it made a big wet spot on his shirt. His jaw dropped as he looked down at his soaked front, and then back up at me.

Suddenly, a huge grin crossed his face and a mischievous glint filled his eyes. “It looks like a certain little girl is asking to play with the tickle monster!”

“No!” I yelled, as his fingers found my sensitive underarms. I wiggled and squirmed trying to get away, which caused me to slip under the water again. Despite my intense laughing, I had enough time to hold my nose and close my mouth so no soapy water would slip into my mouth again.

“Oops,” he chuckled, when I came up with my arms crossed over my chest. At his expression, I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

This bath time had actually turned out to be fun.