Being Their Baby (6 page)

“Come here.”

Sophie let Elizabeth shift her around on her lap until Sophie had a knee planted on each side of Elizabeth’s hips with her bottom resting on Elizabeth’s knees. It seemed childish more than sexy, especially when Elizabeth clasped Sophie’s hands into her own and talked slowly and with a serious yet loving expression on her face.

“Sophia,” she began. “I want a long-term relationship with you more than anything. I want you to live here more than your stubborn little mind can let you believe. I don’t feel foolish for saying that if things work out that I’ll want to keep you forever.” She squeezed her fingers, seeming like she was appraising Sophie’s reaction.

Sophie was definitely up for being the girlfriend of the most amazing woman in the universe, so she hoped she looked more excited than nervous and that the sweat beading on her forehead would go unnoticed.

“But there are certain things you need to know about me, and things we need to get straight from the beginning, okay?”

Sophie nodded. If Elizabeth wanted her to crawl through hot coals every morning, Sophie thought, she’d be amenable to the idea. She’d never wanted a relationship so badly in her entire life… she had never wanted
anything
so badly.

“I’m a dominant woman, baby. I’m really,
really
dominant,” she said apologetically. “I need to be in control twenty-four/seven, and I want to be in control of
you
twenty-four/seven, just like I’ve wanted to be in control of every one of my girlfriends so far. It’s the only way I can function; by having your absolute and total submission to me. You have to do what I tell you to do and trust me.”

Easy!
Sophie thought. She’d walk around in a monkey suit if that’s what Elizabeth wanted; besides, everyone in the office knew that it was Elizabeth Button’s way or the highway. She was a control-freak, type-A personality that did not yield and did not bend. Besides, Sophie
couldn’t
be in control of this relationship—she’d never had a relationship before; she wouldn’t know what she was doing!

So Sophie nodded, with enthusiasm.

“Don’t look so happy just yet,” Elizabeth said with the same serious voice, but the side of her mouth, for the smallest moment, had twitched upward in a grin. She let go of Sophie’s hands and placed her own hands above Sophie’s bottom. “Now, this isn’t going to be a normal relationship. I don’t
do
normal relationships, Sophia. I’m in charge, and I make the rules, and you will follow the rules. If you break the rules, which you will—” Sophie opened her mouth, but Elizabeth just shook her head and silenced her. “You’ll break some, that’s normal,” she assured, “but when you do, you will be punished. Most of those punishments will consist of, or at least include, a spanking… a hard one. You won’t enjoy it when you get them. They’ll be for discipline, and that will be non-negotiable.”

Sophie couldn’t help but simultaneously be humiliated at the concept, worried about her health, and wondering why everyone who’d had a relationship with her liked to cause her pain.

“Sophia, look at me,” Elizabeth told her, her voice kind and somehow soothing. “I know that face. You’re worrying. I’m not going to beat you. Your health will be my first priority, and I will never give you more than you can take. I won’t hurt any trust you have in me, and I promise that when I do it, I won’t love you any less. After a spanking, I’ll make sure you get all the love and care you need to feel better. The spanking will just be a deterrent to bad behavior and to keep you submissive to my authority. That’s all.”

“I-I won’t behave badly!” Sophie assured desperately. “I’m eighteen, though—I’m too old for spankings. You can just tell me to do something, and I’ll do it, I
promise
.”

“Just like you promised to call me if you needed help?” Elizabeth retorted, arching an eyebrow.

Sophie flushed. “Well, that was different… I didn’t want…”

Elizabeth’s brow was still arched, looking quite disbelieving. There wasn’t going to be any argument that Sophie could win, she could tell.

“But I’m eighteen,” she repeated, which she felt was her best defense in the anti-spanking argument.

“I know you’re eighteen,” Elizabeth assured, reaching up and tucking a loose curl of Sophie’s drying hair behind her ear, “but sweetheart—you’re still young. You’re going to make mistakes—tons and tons. And I’m going to have to be extra-strict with you to try to keep you from making big ones
because
you’re so young. You’re still really impressionable.

“Besides,” she continued, “You’ve already earned a good spanking; you have to learn how to ask me for help when I’ve told you to a
million times
. It’s not like you’ve never had the opportunity, but you just kept looking in my face and lying to me, saying everything was all right. At the end you were doing it while knowing that you were about to sell your virginity like it was
hardware
.” She shook her head and muttered mostly to herself, “I’m going to send the officer that busted you a damn fruit basket! I’ve never been so thankful in my life.” She squeezed Sophie’s body again. “Do you know what a serious mistake you were going to make?”

Sophie, feeling very scolded and petulant indeed, lowered her eyes to look at Elizabeth’s perfect throat instead of her lecturing eyes.

“And there’s one more important thing, and I want you to think really hard about this. Not everyone can do this, and if you’re against it, then I will still help you in every way I can, even if we can’t be romantically involved…” Elizabeth trailed off.

Sophie launched into a defense. “No, no! I can take the spankings! I can! You won’t give me many anyway, because as I said, I will do everything you say!” she assured desperately…
too
desperately, maybe. She immediately shut her mouth, flushing.

Elizabeth smiled at her and stroked Sophie’s arm. “No, no. This other thing has to do with my sexual relationship. You see, I’m in a long-term relationship already with my two boyfriends who live here, too.”

Sophie shifted her eyes back and forth, considering this. This was heavy. She hadn’t even heard of anyone living like this. Controlling? Sure. Lesbian? Absolutely. But this… This was new.

“So… It’s not just you and me? The guys downstairs are…”

“Are my boyfriends, yes.”

Deep breaths
, Sophie told herself. “Do I have to be… Do they have to… ?” She didn’t know how to word it, but she was absolutely certain that if the men had to “approve” her, she’d be toast. She’d be out of the house by sunset! Any man who’d want Elizabeth couldn’t possibly want Sophie, too.

Elizabeth shifted Sophie on her lap, drawing her even closer. “You don’t have to do anything with them,” Elizabeth promised frankly. “They’re not going to expect sex from you. If you want to, and they want to, and it works, then it’s fine with me, but we’re part of a circle of trust. I’m bringing you into the circle and I’m positive that you’ll get along with them just fine. Trust me; you’re their type. They’re going to love you. But if you don’t like them, you and I will figure something else out. But I want you to realize up-front that it’s not just you and me—there’s more to this ‘us.’” Elizabeth was searching Sophie’s face for something, looking concerned. “How do you feel about that?”

Sophie shrugged. “I don’t know,” she heard herself whispering, daring to be honest. “I don’t know how it’ll work. But I’m willing to try,” she admitted, because she was. She’d try anything to stay with Elizabeth; she didn’t want to let go of her, and she’d be damned if she’d give Liz a reason to drop her.

Elizabeth smiled and kissed her on the lips. “You’d do that for me?” Elizabeth asked her.

Sophie nodded. “Anything,” she promised, then reached her arms around Elizabeth and hugged the woman. Elizabeth smelled so good in her perfume, like soft soap. She was getting held tightly in return, and for a long, wonderful moment, they just sat there in their embrace.

Then Elizabeth took a deep breath and patted Sophie’s bottom. “All right, sweetheart, let’s get this over with.”

“What?” Sophie fretted, not liking the change in tone at all.

“Get over my knees, honey,” Elizabeth ordered. “It’s better to get this discipline done and then I’ll take you downstairs to meet the boys.” She patted Sophie’s butt again as if to tell her to scoot.

Sophie’s eyes widened, unable to believe that it was suddenly time for all these good feelings and excitement to end. “I really don’t want a spanking,” Sophie was brave enough to say, anchoring herself to Elizabeth’s lap.

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed. “Too bad. I’ll give you to the count of three, by which time you’d better be over my knee and already thinking about what your pride has given you the last two years.”

“But—” Sophie tried again.

Elizabeth suddenly didn’t look so warm and cuddly. She looked cross. “One,” she counted.

Sophie’s eyes went round and she scrambled off Elizabeth’s lap by the count of “two” and bent back over it, feeling every bit as ridiculous as she feared she would.

She felt Liz adjust her on her lap so that her bottom was right in the middle, bent upwards, and until Sophie’s toes were only fanning across the floorboards. Elizabeth flipped up Sophie’s sundress over her back and neck.

Suddenly, a horrifying thought occurred to Sophie, and right at the worst possible time. “What if your boyfriends can hear?” she whispered fretfully. Surely Elizabeth didn’t want Sophie to die with mortification when she’d meet the two men.

Elizabeth snorted with amusement. “Believe you me,” she replied, “they’ve heard me give plenty of spankings in the past, and I’ve seen and heard them give plenty of spankings themselves. I assure you that they’ll hardly be alarmed. You need to be worried more about
you
right now, Sophia.”

Sophie was plenty worried about herself as it was, and they hadn’t even started yet. Still, now her mind digested the image of two men spanking their girlfriends. Did people always do this, and it was just never discussed? Or was it sexual? Or maybe—

All thoughts stopped as soon as Elizabeth’s hand came down firmly upon Sophie’s cotton panties, which were no help at all in blocking the blow. That hand brought a sting that Sophie’s mind hadn’t comprehended possible. “Ow!” she yelped, and even turned her head back toward Elizabeth with an angry glare, but Elizabeth only continued with a look of total focus and determination on her face.

The room quickly rang with the sound of Elizabeth’s hand cracking against Sophie’s bottom cheeks, which sounded shockingly loud.

Sophie had hoped she was just being paranoid when she imagined “only spanking” being horrible, but now she realized that she had every right to worry. Not only about the pain, but the ridiculous amount of noise the event created; even without Sophie’s yips and ‘yikes’, the loud, sharp clapping sound from the spanking was surely traveling through the house. Anyone standing within a mile, Sophie was sure, who had working ears would surely know that somebody was getting a spanking.

Sophie’s hand flew back to protect her poor, affronted bottom from any further assault.

“Don’t you cover that naughty bottom, young lady!” Elizabeth scolded her, making Sophie’s cheeks glow red. Elizabeth grabbed Sophie’s wrist with her free hand and pinned it to the small of her back.

Feeling quite trapped, Sophie began to kick and flail from the new attack of swats. “No! Nooo!
Please
!” she whined loudly. “It hurts! It hurts! I can’t take it! I can’t take anymore! Please! Don’t!”

“Oh, this bottom can take a
lot
more, and it will if you ever take matters into your own hands again! Pride is not an excuse, do you understand?”

Oh, my God, I’m actually gonna die
,
Sophie thought fretfully. She was already cringing. “Yes! Yes, I understand! Please!”

“No, your bottom isn’t done yet! I want you to think about how foolish you’ve been every time you sit down today. I do
not
like giving discipline spankings, Sophia, but don’t ever think I won’t!”

Sophie was struggling to breathe over the sharp pain that landed over and over again on her bottom. She would do
anything
to avoid this.

* * *

Josh and Charlie, even though they had been pretending to ignore the sounds upstairs at first, were now looking straight up at the ceiling without restraint. They could even hear the words of Liz’s scolding over the loud smacking noises and between unintelligible whimpering. “
I can’t believe that you’d go out and do something so horribly dangerous rather than just call and ask me for help! Do you know you could have been killed? … No, I’m not going to stop yet! I want to make sure the message gets written on this naughty behind of yours not to take those sorts of risks ever again. I’ve never heard of such a thing! What were you thinking
?”

Josh adjusted his bulge and then took a swig of orange juice. “I missed this,” he said, pointing up.

“That witch is trying to destroy me,” Charlie declared with an unhappy grunt, although he was packing some serious wood, too. He forgot how damn arousing Liz’s scoldings were or how witnessing real discipline made him feel. Still, he hated being manipulated. “It’s not going to work. I am not going to take on another little girl, I’m just not. You give them the moon, and then they roll over you with it,” Charlie added sourly.

“Wow. Lacey trashed you, man. But really, I never liked her much to begin with. For one, you could tell she wasn’t a Liz fan. And you have to be a Liz fan to live in
this
fine establishment.” He tousled his unwashed hair; Charlie feared that was the way Josh was styling it nowadays. “Second, I didn’t like Lacey because she was a selfish jerk.”

Charlie rolled his eyes with disagreement.

“She was, man! You just never saw it because you were always cock-deep in her. She was like an evil soul-sucking siren from hell. She also fake-cried to get her way all the time.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Hear that? That’s the sound of actual
tears
. It’s delicious. She sounds like she’s in actual pain, man. And do you know why?” Josh asked, his brows raised. “Because she probably
is
in actual pain. This kid’s ass isn’t made of leather and I’m guessing she can’t subspace in negative-one seconds!”