1. The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 4


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Discipline, Spanking, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    kiss me back...even more tingles from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “So are you baby-face; I adore seeing you smile. Particularly after......” he paused and I knew what he was going to say. “Let’s not spoil the evening. I have dinner and dancing planned for us. After midnight you’ll receive your permanent reminder of your submission to me. There is something else missing, baby-face.” “And what is that, Sir,” I asked as I rubbed his bristly head. I never get tired of doing that. Matthew’s hair is so short I can’t possibly mess it up. I wondered at first how my Master would look with his black hair long and full. I came to the conclusion just as handsome. “Your pearl necklace will be perfect to complete the look; did you forget?” My head was so high up in the clouds, I did forget. I took it out of my small jewelry box and handed it to Matthew to then lift my hair off my neck for him to put it on me. “There,” Matthew said, closing the clasp while I looked at us in the mirror, “You look stunning, Miss Charlotte; shall we go?” My jewelry box is nothing fancy; just a small rectangular box made of dark polished wood that my Dad made for me when I was a little girl of five for my little porcelain pony; Matthew knows this story. I never told Donald and am glad I didn’t. I kept this small figurine in the box wrapped my in Dad’s handkerchief until I was old enough for jewelry on my birthdays and Christmas. I had him only a day when I dropped him and one of his legs broke ...
    off. I was so upset and I couldn’t stop crying as I hugged my poor broken pony and ran to my Daddy in his workshop in the garage. Dad was a master cabinet and clock maker, repairing, cleaning or building clocks and watches for a living. He was always available to talk too, while Mom at 70 is still working as a part time CPA with a small office at the back of her house. Daddy hugged and kissed me, comforting me as he dried my tears. He then glued the pony’s leg on almost as good as new, cutting a corner from his white handkerchief with his pen knife and wrapping it like a bandage so I couldn’t see the break. “Now Chastity,” my Daddy said to me, “You’re a big girl now and need to be careful with your little pony. I was saving this for Christmas.” He reached up to the top shelf behind his workbench and brought down a brown paper bag. “I’ve been thinking, honey, your pony really needs a barn to recuperate and this jewelry box will make a dandy barn for her” “Buster, his name is Buster, Daddy because I busted him,” I insisted. “Buster is a fine name, Miss Charlotte,” my Dad said to me bowing with a flourish as he handed me the small polished dark stained wood box. Gone with the wind was my father’s favorite movie of all time. When I was a little girl Dad and I sat on the couch together drinking hot chocolate with little marshmallows while we watched it. We watched it together every Labor Day for as long as I can remember until the day my dad died. Miss Charlotte was Dad’s pet name ...
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