11. Ally

Ally stood in the corner for what seemed like forever. Her bottom burned and it took everything in her not to reach back and rub it. She didn't want to disobey Luke's instructions and potentially earn another trip across his knee.

She had read about discipline sessions in her books, and they always made her feel so aroused, and while she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs, she also felt like a naughty Little girl who had disappointed her Daddy and she didn't like that feeling. She wanted nothing more than for Luke to snuggle her like he'd promised and tell her everything was okay.

When he called her sweet girl and told her to come to him, she practically ran to him. She was in too much of a headspace to care about being half naked in front of him. She needed him.

She sniffled and wiped a tear that fell from her wet eyes, nearly springing into his open arms and onto his lap, wincing as her bottom landed against his muscular thighs. When he wrapped his arms around her and pulled a blanket up to cover her body, she began to sob loudly again.

"I'm sorry!"

Luke stroked her hair and tightened his arms around her.

"Shhh… it's all over, baby. All is forgiven. Shhh… I'm here, baby girl. You already apologized and Daddy doesn't hold grudges."

Ally froze briefly, realizing he called himself Daddy and feeling comforted in him referring to himself as Daddy. Luke continued to stroke her hair while she cried against him, his chin resting on the top of her head. He held her for over an hour, quietly whispering words of endearment in her ear and telling her she was a good girl.

When her tears finally dried and her eyes felt heavy, Ally realized she had never felt so taken care of before. No man had ever held her like this in her entire life. She felt renewed and free.

Luke had held her accountable and spanked her, but even during the spanking, she felt as though he cared. He cared enough about her safety to act when she didn't make good choices, and now he held her as though she was the most precious thing in the world to him.

One thing Ally knew for sure was that Luke was not at all what she had expected. He had his stern grumpy side for sure, but this tender, gentle, Dominant side of him made her realize just why she liked him so much.

Ally dozed off to sleep in his arms only to wake up as he was laying her down on a soft mattress. Her eyes flew open at the realization that he had carried her. She was too big to be carried. Surely he would hurt himself doing that.

He stood next to the bed, pulling the sheets and blankets up to her neck. He didn't seem winded at all from carrying her all the way from the living room.

"Shhh… it's okay, baby girl. I'm just tucking you into bed."

There was a dim nightlight on, and she could see the outline of his chiseled face as he leaned down to tuck the bedding in around her. His features were gentle as he took care to make her comfortable.

She was exhausted but she didn't want him to leave her alone.

"Luke."

Pausing from fixing her blanket, he looked her in the eyes. "Yes, baby girl?"

"Will you stay with me… please?"

A gentle smile crossed his lips and he nodded.

"Of course, I will, little girl. Can I go change out of my clothes first and then come back and snuggle you?"

Nodding her head, she remembered to use her words. "Okay."

Luke left her to change his clothes. Looking around the room, Ally felt cozy and safe. The bed and bedding were plush and soft, with several fluffy pillows. Next to her, tucked into the covers, was a large stuffed bear. Pulling the bear to her chest, she snuggled the soft fur. She wondered what the bear"s name was, if it even had a name, and where it came from. Was it one of his previous Littles' stuffed animal? It looked brand new, so she shook the jealous feeling of that thought away.

Crawling out from under the covers, Ally padded out of the guest room and towards the dimly lit room at the end of the hall with its door slightly ajar. When she peeked in, Luke was standing with his broad naked back towards her as he looked through a dresser drawer. He turned, holding a shirt in his hand, his eyes meeting hers.

Ally's mouth went dry when she caught a view of his muscular chest. Seeing the dark hair that sprinkled over his pecs and down the center of his tight belly made her clit tighten in response. He was solid as a rock.

"Baby girl, what are you doing out of bed?" he asked, tugging the shirt over his head.

Swallowing, suddenly unable to remember why she had gotten out of bed to come find him, she searched for words. His body made her mind fuzzy.

"I… um… I didn't want to be alone."

Luke smiled softly and turned back towards the dresser to look through a drawer again. When he turned back around, he crooked his finger at her, signaling her to come to him.

Ally tugged at the bottom of her sweater, realizing she was still bottomless, but obeyed his signal to walk toward him.

"Arms up."

The tingling in her bottom made her obey instantly, lifting her arms.

He pulled the hem of her sweater up, exposing nearly her entire body to him except her breasts. Ally lowered her arms quickly, trying to hide her exposed tummy. She didn't want him to be disgusted by her.

Luke raised his eyebrows at her.

"Arms by your sides, Ally."

Her arms dropped and she lowered her eyes to the floor.

"I'm going to take your bra off. It's not good to sleep with it on. I have a t-shirt for you to sleep in so you'll be more comfortable, okay?" he asked.

Nodding, Ally focused on his bare feet.

"Look at me, little girl."

Hesitantly, she raised her face to meet his eyes.

"You are absolutely beautiful, baby girl. From this beautiful head of hair down to those cute little pink painted toes. I don't want you to ever cover up in front of me or feel shy about your body," he told her gently.

His blue eyes searched her face for understanding as he spoke. She didn't think he was a man who would lie to her, but she found it hard to believe that any man could find her beautiful.

"I think you're perfect, baby. Do you understand me?"

Nodding her head, she remembered he didn't like when she didn't use her words.

"I understand," she whispered.