The President’s Little Sweetheart by Shelly Douglas – Extended Preview

“Goodnight, sir.” The call rang out from one of his Secret Service detail as David returned to his room. Goddamn, it was two in the morning and he was tired. Looking forward to wrapping his arms around Cassidy, he sat down on the side of the bed and quietly slithered underneath the covers. Searching the cold mattress with one hand for his lover, he came up empty. Where was she? Springing upward, he ran to the bathroom. Jesus. Cassidy wasn’t there. His breathing became heavy and his heart thundered in his chest as he headed into the hallway. “Did you see Ms. Miles leave?” he asked, bumping into a Secret Service agent.

“Yes, sir, she left about a half hour before you came upstairs. She said she was hungry and was going to the kitchen to see what was in the refrigerator.”

That didn’t sound like something Cassidy would do in the middle of the night, but he nodded his head and strode off toward the kitchen. As he approached the swinging gateway that led to the White House galley, all the lights were out. Pushing open the door, he flicked on the overhead lamp. The room obviously hadn’t been used since dinner, and Cassidy was nowhere in sight.

Jesus. Where in the hell could she have gone? Did no one see her leave?

Retreating to his bedroom, he again faced off with the agent. “She was going to get something to eat?”

“Yes, sir, that’s what she said, sir,” the agent responded, standing ramrod straight.

His heart continued to pound heavily. “Contact your supervisor and ask if anyone has seen Ms. Miles in or outside the residence.”

“Yes, sir.” The agent immediately pulled a communication device out of his breast pocket, and it squawked as he spoke into the speaker. Placing his ear to the device, he listened intently to the response. The agent cleared his throat and hesitated before relaying the information. “It seems that Ms. Miles was spotted running out the back entrance about twenty minutes earlier. No one seems to know her location.”

Attempting to hold back the rage that was brewing within him, he steadied himself before confronting the agent. “Does anyone in this detail think it might be a good idea to try and pinpoint where she might have gone?”

“Sir, I believe the search is already underway.”

David ran back into the bedroom and dressed quickly. He simply couldn’t understand what might have prompted her to leave without any protection. His first instinct was to run off and search for her on his own, but knew it would be best to go back to the Oval Office and wait until he heard from security.

Sitting at his desk, David pretended to work. After being in contact with security every five minutes, an hour had gone by and still there was no word. The agents conducting the hunt assured him that as soon as they had any information, he’d be the first to know. As another hour lapsed, his anger grew not only at those that hadn’t found her yet, but also at himself. He paced back and forth in front of his large office furiously. What in the hell had just happened? One moment they were in bed completely at ease and happy. And then, without any warning, his world had abruptly crashed around him.

The minutes crawled by. Raking his hand through his hair, he looked down at his watch.

It was four in the morning when the door of his office opened and an agent rushed in, breathing heavily. “Sir, we’ve located her. She’s down at the bus station.”

“What the hell? Is she on her way back?”

The agent wavered, not wanting to answer. “Sir, she said she’s not returning.”

“For Chrissake!”

“Sir, when we tried to force her, such a scene ensued that the DC police became involved.”

“Jesus. You can’t force her!” the president bellowed. “Okay, we’re going down there.”

“Sir, don’t you think that’ll cause an even bigger scene?”

“I don’t give a damn, Agent. Let’s move it!”

Twenty minutes later, the president’s motorcade pulled up in front of the bus terminal. David exited the limo and along with his entourage, strutted through the revolving front entrance. As he entered the cavernous room that housed several overnight homeless people, he spotted Cassidy sitting on a bench surrounded by Secret Service agents and DC policemen. And she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Heads started turning in his direction along with surprised expressions when there was finally recognition of who’d just arrived. The commotion in the room quieted down as his large frame loomed over Cassidy. David turned to the crowd and spoke in a soft tone. “Can you all please give us a moment?”

Sitting down beside his girl, he placed a comforting arm around her. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Cassidy opened her mouth to speak, but instead gazed at him through green eyes that were swimming in tears.

“Take a deep breath and calm yourself down, please.”

She wiped her face with the back of her hand and hiccupped in between sobs. “I’ve caused you so many problems.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? I know what’s going on. First, your ratings are down. Then I heard whispers in the hall that the vice president is leaving. People don’t like that I’m living in the White House, so I need to leave. It’s pretty simple, isn’t it?”

He smoothed a stray hair behind her ear. “I understand why you might feel that way, but that doesn’t mean you have to run away. Why don’t you let me do the worrying, hmm?”

“But what if you aren’t the president anymore because of me?”

“Let’s get something straight. What’s most valuable in my life right now are you and Brady.”

“But you have so many important things left to do,” she countered.

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t important for me to be president. But the job doesn’t compare to the people that I love. Can you understand?”

She gazed into David’s loving golden brown eyes. “I guess,” she said, sniffing back the tears. “Are you angry with me?”

David took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m furious that you’d leave without talking to me first, but we’ll deal with my disappointment when we get back to the White House.”

Raising her head, Cassidy’s eyes widened as she saw the size of the crowd that had gathered in the bus terminal. “Oh, God, what have I done? Look at all these people. It’s going to be on the front page of all the newspapers in the morning.”

David bent over and whispered, “I can deal with anything, knowing that you’re safe and sound. But you, on the other hand, might want to be more concerned with what’s in store for your beautiful backside when we return home, young lady.”

Cassidy was quiet in the limo as they rode back to the White House. On one hand, she was ecstatic that David had chosen to come get her. On the other, she was worried about what was going to take place when they returned home. She knew she’d crossed the line.

As they entered the resident quarters of the White House, David pulled her aside. “Please go upstairs, get undressed, and wait for me. I want to meet with the Secret Service supervisor first.”

Cassidy nodded anxiously and headed to the bedroom. She could hear David’s voice behind her getting louder with each sentence.

Maybe he’ll be worn out by the time he gets to me.

About fifteen minutes later, David entered the bedroom with his usual powerful presence, and the disappointment in his eyes spoke volumes. Sitting on the edge of their bed in her nightgown, Cassidy froze as she gazed up at his large, compelling, sturdy frame. She knew she had been wrong to run out on him and would be punished severely for putting herself in danger, but as she watched him roll up his shirt sleeve in preparation of her impending discipline, her heart caught in her throat. There was something embarrassing, yet so arousing about being taken over his knee. And there was no denying how small and vulnerable she felt waiting for him to chastise her.

“It’s very late, and I’m glad you’re safe. But you had me worried to death.”

About to speak up in a mild protest, she watched David walk over to her dressing table to pick up a black and white hairbrush. She looked at him incredulously and tilted her head as he sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Seriously? You’re going to spank me with a hairbrush? Whoever heard of such a thing?”

“The last time I checked, I was the head of this house,” he growled, angling his head toward hers.

“But it’s going to hurt!”

“I have no intention of creating a black and blue bottom, but I do intend to make sure your fanny is a proper shade of red and extremely tender. Now let’s get this done over my lap,” he ordered, patting his leg with the brush.

Though she narrowed her eyes at him, Cassidy took a deep breath and quietly leaned over his thighs, compliantly allowing him to position her heinie exactly where he wanted it.

David raised her nightgown, grabbed each side of her underpants, and dramatically shucked them down. “You will be spanked on your bare bottom tonight, young lady,” he said with determination in a deep, serious voice.

She strained her neck for a quick minute to watch him pick up the implement before burying her pink, embarrassed face back in the comforter. Jesus, he’s really going to do this.

“You scared the daylights out of me by running like that,” he scolded right before snapping the flat side of the hard plastic against each of her bare quivering cheeks. “Someone could try to hurt me by hurting you,” he explained before landing two more consecutive swats to the lower portion of her ass. “That’s why we have Secret Service men trailing us wherever we go.” After tipping her backside up with one knee so that it was high in the air, he secured her wrists by clasping them in his large hand. “This is for your own protection, kitten. I want you to have the memory of a sore hind end, not a hurt finger if you try to reach back.” And then he proceeded to swat every untouched portion of her lower globes, watching a dark pink hue form on her delicate, milky-white skin.

“For God’s sake! Please stop! That thing hurts! I won’t ever do that again. I swear!”

“Shush. I’m sure it does hurt, and this spanking will go on until I think you’ve learned an important lesson. Now, be still and let me discipline my naughty girlfriend who doesn’t seem to trust that I’ll do what’s right for both of us.”

With rapid fire, David applied the back of the rigid brush to the sensitive top on each of her thighs.

“Please, stop! I know it was dangerous, and I’m sorry, I’ve learned my lesson, damn it,” she squealed, squirming and squiggling in a futile attempt to escape his strong hold, but her legs were locked firmly in between his. And the obscenities she managed to yelp didn’t do anything to help her case, but they rolled out in abundance anyway.

Four sharp swats immediately rained down onto her inner thighs. “These are extra smacks for using that type of language, young lady. You know better than that.”

“Good God!” she screamed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she eked out while sobbing and writhing furiously.

“Stay put,” he scolded in a no-nonsense tone, repositioning her reddened rump over his knees. “And push that beautiful heinie back up. I intend to tan this hide until my girl realizes how important she is to me.”

“For fuck’s sake, David, I can’t take much more,” she begged while successfully repositioning her hips high up in the air. Cassidy hoped her shuddering sobs would eventually melt his heart, and after the last smack, slouched over his muscular thighs in submission.

“You are now the owner of a red-hot tender bottom,” he finally said, running his fingers lightly in circles over her blistered backside. “And I think my girl needs some time alone, so you can head over to the corner for a few minutes. And while you’re there, you might want to rethink your use of the English language.” His thick fingers lovingly laced through hers as he helped slide her off his lap.

Cassidy’s heated face was wet from crying as she took her stance in the corner. She didn’t look at him, but could feel his eyes on her back as she remained staring at the wall. Her pussy ached for his skillful touch, and the scent of her wanton arousal filled the room.

His warm breath finally filled her ear. “Do you know why you have a sore behind, Cassie Sue?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you going to pull an irresponsible stunt like that again?”

She wiped her cheeks with the palms of her hands. “No, sir. I’ve learned my lesson, sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, tapping her hip with his hand. “Do you have any idea how sexy your adorable fanny looks, sticking out of this corner?”

She wiggled her ass seductively, making direct contact with the huge bulge in his pants.

“You are the love of my life, and I worry about you. This is a dangerous world we live in, and we’re all just trying to keep you safe. Do you understand?”

Her head bobbed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and deftly slipped his finger into the cleft of her sex to see how aroused she was. Satisfied with the state of her saturated pussy, he took some natural lubrication and spread it around her puckered rosebud before slightly pressing his thick digit inside her quivering anus.

“Ah, my sweet Cassie likes that, doesn’t she?”

Not able to form the words, she gasped in response as his finger delved deeper into her channel, igniting a delicious wave of nerve endings. After kissing her cheek, he whispered, “I want to bury my cock in between these hot mounds, and I think you want it, too. Is this what my naughty girlfriend wants? To have her beautiful little red rear end fucked?”

She couldn’t speak. Although it was embarrassing to hear him talk that way, her heart raced with a lustful desire.

“Spread your legs for me, girl.”

As she moved them apart to shoulder width, he took a small tube of gel from the end table drawer and lubricated his cock quickly.

“Now push your bottom out and relax. I want that heinie nice and soft when I fuck it.”

Hollowing out her back, she gasped as the tip of his wet cock pressed into her velvety trembling flesh. And then she spoke with a tinge of trepidation in her tone. “Y-You’re not punishing me, are you?”

“This is not a punishment, my sweet,” he assured her, his thumb circling her hardened bundle of flesh. “You know how I love when that sexy, delicious ass is presented to me like this. Inhale a long breath through your nose and exhale slowly through your mouth.”

Taking a few deep cleansing breaths, it was difficult not to whine through gritted teeth as David’s broad shaft began to penetrate her smooth anus.

“Does my naughty little girl like her hot ass fucked after a good spanking?”

“Oh, my God!” she yelped as he pressed deeper inside, stretching her sensitive entrance.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”

“It’s okay,” she whimpered.

Though the slap to her cheek was a call for obedience, his tone was soothing in her ear. “Relax and bear down while I fill this sweet bottom of yours.” And with that last instruction, he squeezed further into her dark channel as she arched and bucked back into him with each movement.

“Steady yourself, young lady. I’m almost in all the way.”

Placing her hands flat on the wall, her eyes shut tight as he finally grabbed onto her hips and seated himself completely. He briefly exited, only to slide back in with long smooth drives, and she moaned with each steady surge as David’s shaft continued to thrust slow and deep.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked breathlessly, spreading her cheeks wide open.

“Yess,” she hissed, attempting to catch her breath.

After drawing out, he pressed back in with a loud groan and one mighty final push.

“I’m coming, baby. Fuck. I’m coming right now…”

As she angled her buttocks up even higher, David finally stilled as his hardened length throbbed, torpedoing hot seed deep inside her rectum as he furiously circled her bulging, aching clit. Shuddering to a convulsing climax, her eyelids squeezed together and they waited for their breathing to slow down before his large palm reached to smooth and caress her sore rump. Warm liquid trickled down her leg as he cooed in her ear, “How does my bad little girl feel now?”

Looking over her shoulder as he kissed the side of her neck, she couldn’t hold back the sass. “Like I’m overflowing with a presidential pardon.”

After slipping out of her delicate, wet anus, he swatted her ass and turned Cassidy around. Reaching for a towel on the bed, he lovingly cleaned her bottom and patted her backside tenderly. “From all that panting and heavy breathing, I’m guessing my girl enjoyed that attention to her naughty behind. Am I right?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. The mixture of pain and pleasure took her over the top every time. It was just too damn embarrassing to admit out loud.

“Words aren’t necessary—your expression said it all. Now let’s get back into bed, pumpkin,” David said, letting out an elongated sigh before kissing her forehead. “I’m thinking tomorrow might be a rather interesting day. For both of us.”