Fulfilling Her Fantasy (7 page)

Rosa
was surprised at his request, but she nodded and laid the papers she had spent
hours going through down on his desk. She felt her face heat again, seeing how
crumpled and twisted they appeared. Flattening them with her fingers, she
mumbled another apology.

"That's
fine. We'll go through them and I promise by the time they get put into your
file, they will be as good as new. Shall we?"

They
spent the next half-hour going through the questionnaire. Marshall read each
line, and would not continue until she gave him a nod. When they reached the
section on what she would enjoy during the time spent with whoever purchased
her, she was smiling, and even giggled a time or two when he made a comment
about how she was sure to enjoy getting to choose clothing from their extensive
wardrobe department and play on the playground.

"I'm
sure you'll enjoy the Big girl time you will receive as well," Marshall
said, noting that she had checked off almost nothing that she was not willing
to participate in. Her choices told him a great deal. This young woman was
definitely looking for an experience that would allow her to both regress into
the carefree days of childhood, as well as enjoy the sexual experiences a
virile, loving young woman of twenty-six normally desired. "Now, we only
need to make sure you've listed any hard limits, and then we're done."

"Um,
I wasn't so sure about those," Rosa admitted. "I haven't done a
lot—I mean, I don't have that much experience. Some of them, I don't even
know what they mean."

"Well,
it is vital that you understand them all." Marshall knew that the
possibilities offered were almost endless. The perfect thing about the Castle
was that people were free to pick and choose which activities they were drawn
to explore. Rosa had spent a year dealing with the clients who wanted to
explore the ageplay dynamic, which did offer all sorts of scenarios dealing
with discipline, and even medical play, but it was now obvious that she truly
had not explored the darker side of the castle… and that included the dungeon.

"Whoever
is lucky enough to win you will have a copy of your file and be able to plan
activities around your desires and your limits. I'm not promising that he
or," he paused as his gaze flipped through the papers before he continued,
"she will do everything you wish, but I do promise you that anything
you've noted as a hard limit is expressly forbidden. You can stop worrying
about that as well. Do you understand?"

Her
face scarlet, Rosa nodded, and realized that her stomach was flipping just the
slightest, and that her big girl panties seemed to be getting a bit damp as he
talked about the pleasures she so wanted to enjoy. She was only semi-listening
as he went over the list, checking off boxes as she shook her head. While he
continued, she kept thinking about the possibility of having some woman
purchase her. This was the time to tell him that she wasn't the least bit interested
in a female as her partner. However, something seemed to be holding her back,
as if some part of her heart and soul was urging her to let go of her phobia,
to be honest and acknowledge that the thought was not sending her running away,
screaming from the rooftops that she wasn't a lesbian! Instead, she was
wondering what it would be like to be cuddled in a woman's arms, and how that
would differ from a man's. When she vaguely heard Marshall asking about water
sports or blood play, her attention returned to him and she shook her head.
"Ew, that sounds just yucky. I don't want to do any of those," she
said, unaware that her expression was making Marshall grin.

"That's
fine, that's why we have the list," he said, checking the boxes next to
'water sports' and 'blood play'. "How about implements? Do you have any
that you want to mark as unacceptable?"

"How
about all of them?" she asked, surprising herself as she giggled before
clapping a hand over her mouth.

Shaking
his head, Marshall grinned. "Sorry, but it is my experience that there
isn't a Little alive who is able to avoid discipline at some point. Besides,
that's half the fun of the Ageplay program. You can be naughty but know that
you won't get away with it for long. You don't need to accept every implement—just
list those that you truly don't want to at least experience."

Rosa
took the time to go down the list again. She had seen almost everything listed
before. Paddles, switches, belts, slippers, straps, tawses and even the birch
were common items in the Nursery—at least for those who weren't playing
at being infants. Finally deciding that any type of whip should be marked off,
they finished that section.

"You've
noted that you want to be in the Princess Program. Is that still your
choice?"

"Yes.
I thought about the Infant Program but, ugh, I really don't want to take naps
all day or eat in a highchair. I want to be able to play on the swings or get a
book from the library and have more fun."

"I'm
sure you'll have a very nice time. You are going to make a precious Little
princess."

His
words made her relax completely. It was as if his reassurance that her desire
to experience life as a Little was exactly what she needed to hear. Smiling,
she realized that just as she had reassured Silver, her boss was now doing the
same for her. "Thank you, Sir. I feel a lot better now."

Flipping
back to the first page, Marshall slipped the papers into a manila folder and
smiled. "I'm glad, Rosa. I appreciate your participating, and want this to
be a wonderful experience for you. Don't worry; I won't let any ogres bid on
you."

"Troll…"

"Excuse
me?"

Rosa's
hand went to her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a giggle.
"Troll—that's what Silver said. She was afraid some troll might bid
on her, but I told her that you don't allow trolls at the Castle."

"I
certainly don't. Trolls and ogres are never allowed. I'm glad you reassured
your friend."

"Yeah,
me too. Um, I told her I'd meet her tomorrow. She's come all the way from
Australia. We haven't seen each other in years. I-I hope that's okay? I'll just
take my lunch break to meet her and go back to work." She looked up, her
eyes brighter than they had been upon entering his office.

"That's
fine, Rosa," Marshall assured her. "In fact, as of now, you are off
duty. I don't expect you to even think about work until Monday. Since New
Year's Eve is on Wednesday, the official auction period will end when the bus
leaves at ten o'clock on Friday morning, but we've decided to give any
participants who want it the opportunity to play through the weekend or, for
those who work here, they can have the weekend off."

"Wow,
that's great. Thanks for everything, Sir."

Marshall
stood, pulled something from his drawer and walked around the desk.
"You're welcome. I know Don would want the same for you—fully
immerse yourself in the program. Enjoy the adventure. Live life to the fullest
while you can, because we all know it is far too short."

Rosa
heard the pain behind the words, and her heart ached for all of those who had
known Don. Without thinking, she stood up and threw her arms around Marshall,
hugging him hard. "I promise I will. Thank you for everything."

Marshall
returned the hug, then gave her a grin that made her heart skip a beat. Handing
her an envelope that would start her journey, he explained its contents.
"From this moment on, you are Rosie. Make sure you put on the bracelet and
the ribbon when you dress tomorrow. And, let me warn you, young lady, if you
are caught without either, you will find yourself back in my office and the apology
you'll be making will be after I've tended to your bottom. Understand?"

Her
mouth dropped open, her tummy flipping again. She nodded silently for a few
seconds before remembering she was to answer him verbally. God, she'd worked in
the Nursery for a year, and knew what happened to Littles who were
disrespectful. "Yes, Sir, I won't forget. I promise." His grin and
nod made her want to giggle again.
Gosh,
who knew that Master Marshall could act just like a daddy?
With that, the
giggle did break through as she turned towards the door.

"Rosie,
there's just one thing left before you can enjoy your coffee."

Turning
back, she saw that he now had a paddle in his hand, and her stomach did a few
cartwheels as her hand went behind her to cover her backside. She should have
remembered the steadfast rule of the Castle. Some of the tales she had heard of
what happened behind his closed door were legendary. It seemed she was just
about to find that out herself.

"No
submissive leaves my office without a reminder of what happens when they've
been naughty. Come, bend over and let's get this taken care of, shall we?"
Marshall tapped the paddle against the edge of his desk, his face stern.

"Um,
but I don't really start being submissive until tomorrow," Rosa tried, her
eyes locked on to the paddle that seemed to be growing by the second.

"You
started the moment you signed the papers and turned them in late. Now, come
along. Take your paddling like a big girl, Little Rosie."

Rosa's
stomach stopped cartwheeling as her loins started clenching. This wasn't what
she had expected, but suddenly it all felt exactly right. Sighing deeply,
accepting her fate, she walked forward to bend over the end of his desk, with
her bottom pushed out. Feeling her skirt being flipped up to lie across her
back, her face heated. It heated even more when she felt her panties being
tugged down. She gasped at the first stroke, and squealed at the second. The
final one landed across the very center of her rear, with a crack that filled
the room and lifted her up onto her tiptoes.

"Now,
go on and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."

Rosa
stood and nodded, her bottom tingling as she tugged her panties up. Clutching
the envelope whose contents would set her feet onto a path she had dreamed of
for years, she thanked him before giggling, and then practically skipped to the
door, the weight of responsibility beginning to slip from her shoulders.
Grabbing Bess's hand, she dragged her towards the cafeteria. Now that she was
finally and fully committed, it was time for a Venti caramel macchiato.

*****

Marshall
stood talking with Kaylee later that evening. "Poor thing, she's terrified
that not a soul will bid on her—or if they do, she'll be a terrible
Little and they'll be disappointed."

"Did
you tell her that plans are in place to ensure all submissives are
purchased?" Kaylee asked. Marshall had told her there was absolutely no
possibility of any of the volunteer submissives not to have bidders lifting
their paddles, as there were plants in place. Other Dominants employed at the
Castle had volunteered to take place in the bidding process to make sure every
submissive had the opportunity to experience the weekend of their fantasies.

"Not
in so many words. I don't want her to feel as though she's a pity purchase if
that actually occurs. Our Rosa obviously has no idea of how special she is. I'm
willing to bet she will not only have clients bidding on her, she will most
likely have more than one or two. I just tried to remind her how special she
is, and what she has to offer."

"She'll
be fine," Kaylee said with a smile. "Rosa is such a loving person and
deserves to know how that love feels on the receiving end. I just hope that
whoever does purchase her will realize what a special woman he has."

"I'm
sure he will," Marshall assured her, as he gave her cheek a kiss.
"With everyone at the Castle adoring Rosa, you can bet I'll be hearing
from them all if anyone suspects she isn't having the time of her life."

Kaylee
laughed and shook her head. "Marshall, you are an enigma, my love."
As his eyebrow lifted in a way that always made her stomach tingle, she
continued. "You are the most dominant alpha I've ever known. You're also a
softie when it comes to those you care about." At his chuckle, she
giggled. "I don't mean you won't paddle anyone that you deem has earned
it, but it is sweet that you have put so much thought into making sure Rosie,
as well as the other subs, will be just fine. This is going to be very
exciting. Too bad—"

"Don't
even think about it," Marshall growled, taking her in his arms. "It
will do you good to remember exactly who your Dom is, young lady. The only
bidding you need worry about is doing mine." He bent to kiss her, grateful
that she would spend the rest of her life doing his bidding and loving every
moment—well, perhaps not those when her own backside met his paddle for a
long, intense session.

"Yes,
Sir," Kaylee said, her smile lighting her face.

Available
Jan. 24
^th
, 2014 on Amazon, Barnes & Noble & Blushing Books
as part of the “Master’s of the Castle” Box Set, “When The Gavel Falls”

By
Abbie Adams

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