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Ms. Cat grabbed the backpack and swung it onto one arm before putting her hand out to Pippi. “You ready?”
She took a deep breath and wiped her damp palms on her pants before putting her hand in the other woman’s. Her skin was so soft and warm. A thought popped into her mind.
“Did your palm hurt after you spanked me?”
Ms. Cat laughed. “It stung for a few hours, but it was worth it.” She winked and gave Pippi’s hand a squeeze. “How about your booty? How is it feeling?”
“It’s okay now. It was stingy until about lunch maybe.”
“Good. As far as spankings were concerned, it was a relatively tame one. We had ulterior motives. If we take the next step and decide to explore some more together and you earn yourself some trouble, rest assured that spanking will be a fond memory.”
Ms. Cat’s voice was kind and matter-of-fact, but the threat was clear and Pippi’s tummy danced with nerves.
“I won’t get in trouble.”
“Little girls find trouble, it’s part of their charm and it’s okay. If you earn a punishment, then after it is said and done, we move on.”
“Right.” Pippi didn’t believe her. It couldn’t be that easy. Although everything she had seen, heard, and even experienced the last few days seemed to match Ms. Cat’s statement.
They made their way to Mr. Sam and then out to the car. He had a bag from the gift shop tucked under his arm as he opened the door first for Ms. Cat and then the back door for Pippi. He stood waiting for her to get in before reaching in and buckling her up. He even went as far as tugging on the seatbelt to make sure it was snug against her lap.
Pippi didn’t really know what to do with the attention, but she liked it. It wasn’t overtly dominant, just gentle caretaking. She did notice that he did not buckle Ms. Cat. Just that small gesture seemed to cement her role in her head and again, she liked it. She more than liked it, actually. She loved it.
“So how was your day?” Mr. Sam asked her.
She told him a lot of what she’d told Ms. Cat and the Ms. Cat told him that she’d answered some of Pippi’s questions from class. Pippi was glad he didn’t ask in-depth things. There were some things she wasn’t really ready to talk to a man about even if that man had made it clear he did not want or need sex from her. He’d been a perfect gentleman every encounter they’d had and he had spanked her naked behind and never once made her feel weird or uneasy, but it was still hard to wrap her head around the idea that he wouldn’t eventually want sex from her. Time would tell.
The drive was short and before she knew it, they were pulling up to a two-story farmhouse-style home. From the outside, it looked warm and inviting with planters that looked like they were well taken care of even though the flowers were not all blooming yet. The yard was perfectly manicured and the whole thing looked like it was straight out of a magazine.
“You live here? It’s so pretty it looks fake!” Pippi mused aloud.
“It is, isn’t it? We picked out everything, designed it from the ground up, and had it built. We were so excited when Derek opened the Ridge so we could all live in our own special community,” Ms. Cat told her as Mr. Sam parked and got out of the car. “Do yourself a favor and let Mr. Sam let you out. He gets testy when I don’t let him open my door for me and my guess is that will apply to you as well.”
Pippi pulled her hand away from the handle like it was going to bite her. “Oh, okay. Thank you. I don’t wanna make him testy.”
“Good girl.” Ms. Cat reached back and gave her leg a little squeeze.
Pippi smiled.
Mr. Sam opened Ms. Cat’s door and held out his hand to help her out. Then it was Pippi’s turn and just as he’d done at the Ranch, he reached in and unbuckled her.
“Thank you.” She grinned at him as he helped her out of the car.
“You’re welcome, little lady. I do like to take care of what’s mine.”
Mine. That word seriously affected her. How could she be considered his so quickly? How could that make her feel so strongly about them? They barely knew each other!
“Don’t let that scare you, sweetie. I know we are still getting to know each other, but we want you to experience how we are. How we would be if this was a more permanent arrangement. It’s really the only way for us to show you. Actions speak louder than words, right?”
“Right. That makes sense. Thank you for explaining it. I don’t know how you always know what I’m thinking though. It’s a little scary.”
“You have a very expressive face, little one.” Ms. Cat laughed.
“I do?” That was news to her. She was very practiced in keeping her emotions to herself in her real world.
“Very much so,” Mr. Sam agreed.
“I’m gonna have to work on that,” Pippi mumbled.
