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  Chapter Twenty

  The next morning, they both slept in late. Charlotte jumped out of bed when she saw the time and started apologizing. Turning to look at Benton, she immediately stopped talking. He was so handsome. All rumpled with sleep and soft eyed. When he stretched out his arms, she crawled back into them.

  Benton cuddled Charlotte against him. Rubbing her back through the tee-shirt, Benton kissed the top of her head. “Good morning, sweetie. I love to wake up with you in my arms. Did you sleep well?” he asked quietly.

  “I slept better than I ever remember,” Charlotte admitted. She squeaked when his large hands swept under her tee-shirt and smacked her bottom. “What was that for?”

  “All cute bottoms need a spanking sometimes. This especially cute Charlotte bottom will get lots of spankings, I predict,” Benton said with a grin before spanking her again. “Go potty and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He laughed as he saw her fly across the room. All Little girls needed to potty first thing in the morning.

  Benton’s smile faded as he remembered what he had read last night after work. The report from the private investigator had come in the mail and Benton had read it over twice before being able to process the information. Charlotte’s mom had abandoned her at the hospital. The report included a summary of the event from Charlotte’s case worker at the hospital. The father was unknown and her mom was only fifteen. Charlotte had bounced around several foster homes. Each one seemed more despicable than the last. Charlotte never complained about anything. She just survived. Overworked state employees tried to help as they could but it was noted in her files that several other foster children in the same homes had endured neglect and abuse. The final note was from a social worker for the foster care system who helped Charlotte with her plans when she’d reach eighteen and no longer qualify for foster care. Benton had said a silent ‘thank you’ to this individual who had orchestrated a plan that brought Charlotte to him.

  He walked to the kitchen and got a couple of bowls from the cabinet. He filled his full of sugary cereal and left the box out for Charlotte. She came bouncing into the kitchen. “Did you wash your hands?” She nodded and picked up the box of cereal pouring a scant amount into the bowl. “More, Charlotte. You’re going to be busy this morning. You’ll need your energy.” Fending off all her questions about what she was going to do, he nodded again at the box and watched until she poured a little more in the bowl. He sent her to the table with both bowls and poured them some orange juice. He juggled the orange juice and the carton of milk to the table.

  “Are you giggling at me, Little miss?” Benton asked with pretend arrogance.

  “I can tell that you weren’t ever a waiter in a restaurant,” Charlotte continued to giggle. “You would have dropped everything on the customers!”

  “I’ll show you juggling . . .” Benton swooped in and plucked Charlotte from her chair. He turned her light body in a somersault. She finally had to stop giggling due to losing her breath. Benton plopped her down in her seat. “Eat, my little comedienne.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  After they ate and cleaned the dishes, Benton sent Charlotte to go dress in jeans and a tee-shirt. When she returned, he asked Charlotte if she would like to help him with a special project. Immediately, Charlotte was ready to help. “What is it?” she asked.

  “Let’s go down to the store,” Benton answered. He proceeded her down the stairs and opened the back door to the store. He led her to the section of the store that was labeled as medical supplies. Charlotte had been to this area to do several price checks and she knew it had a variety of thermometers of different widths and lengths, speculums, enema supplies, anal plugs, and many more specific items for age play Mommy’s and Daddy’s to use to take care of their Little ones as well as ordinary medications and vitamins that a pharmacy might sell. Charlotte immediately blushed and didn’t know where to look.

  Benton chuckled. “Okay, Little girl. I know you’re embarrassed by all these supplies and you are correct that these are personal items that Mommies and Daddies need to help their Little boys and girls feel better. Here’s your challenge. You have a degree in interior design. I’m sure you studied some graphic art as well,” he paused until she nodded slowly. “I would like to ask for your help. I want to create a private space in this area that highlights our assortment of medical tools and implements but in a less sterile, medical way. I want Mommies and Daddies to want to visit this area to see what’s new and to have highlighted items featuring their uses. Will you think about this over the days that the store is closed and see if you have any recommendations for me? I will definitely ask you to do this only if you are willing to let me pay you for your skill and training.”

  When Charlotte opened her mouth to protest, Benton held a hand up, “No, Charlotte. I’m not paying you in food and by letting you live in the apartment. This will be a salary for your professional skills. I’ve need help in the store for a long time but I’ve hesitated in calling unknown designers. Many people would not mesh well with the products and clientele at Gordon’s. Will you help?” He smiled widely as she nodded her head eagerly. Benton swept her off her feet and swung her around. “That’s my girl. Now, what information do you need?”

  Charlotte asked for a piece of paper and she began to make notes. In an hour, she had all the information that she needed. “I’ll have some questions to ask you as I sketch out a plan.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” replied Benton. “Do you need to start planning now or can we go to lunch?”

  Charlotte looked at the clock and her mouth dropped. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. Where had the morning gone? Her stomach rumbled at the thought of lunch. Charlotte giggled and rubbed her tummy. “I don’t know what it is about you but I’m hungry again. Lunch sounds good. I have some fruit in . . . the apartment.” Charlotte mentally kicked herself. She had almost said in my apartment. She knew that it wasn’t really hers. She was just borrowing it.

  “I don’t want fruit for lunch, little girl. I’m a big man and big men need meat. Come on we’re going to my favorite burger place.” Benton pulled Charlotte and her notepad with him and they exited the store locking it up for the weekend. Benton drove to a kid friendly restaurant that had all sort of arcade games. After they ate more than Charlotte could imagine two people eating, Benton pulled her into the game area and they spent the afternoon crushing moles, blasting space aliens, and trying to roll balls into target. They won all sorts of tickets that could be redeemed for totally worthless prices that Charlotte loved. Especially, the miniature owl figurine. Silently, she had named it Hoot, Jr.

  Finally, Benton relented and they piled exhausted into the car and he drove them back to the apartment. Benton pulled a duffle bag out of his trunk and helped Charlotte gather up all the prizes. Once inside, Benton picked up Charlotte and told her she was going to take a nap. He carried her into the bedroom as she protested that she wasn’t sleepy and that she needed to work on her design. Sitting down on the bed with Charlotte on his lap, Benton removed her shoes and socks before lifting her to stand in front of him. Benton pulled her tee-shirt over her head and released her tattered bra pulling the straps off her arms. “Stand still, Charlotte. Daddy doesn’t want to spank you but we need to take off these clothes so you can nap. We need to get you some new underwear,” Benton mentioned sliding his warm hands up to small breasts. His thumbs rubbed across Charlotte’s small, beaded nipples and Charlotte moaned, closing her eyes. Benton leaned down to kiss her nipples as his hands unfastened her jeans and slid her underwear and her jeans off her feet.

  Charlotte stood trembling in front of him. She’d never been naked in front of a man until Benton had helped her out of the bathtub. She looked up to watch his face and saw his look of attraction and passion. “I’m not much to look at Mr. Gordon.”

  “You are the most beautiful Little girl in the world. I am so lucky to have found you. Now, let’s get you in some clothes before you get sick.” He dropped
the nightgown over her head and picked her up to lay in bed. Pulling the covers up to her chin, he looked around. “I think my Little girl has a special toy that she likes to sleep with . . . Now, if I was an owl, where would I hide?”

  Charlotte’s eyes immediately drifted to the suitcase betraying her hiding place. She watched Benton walk over and reach inside to reveal the battered toy. He held it gently in his arms and brought it to her to cuddle in her arms. Almost immediately, Charlotte’s eyes blinked lower and lower until he heard a faint snore. Benton quietly left the room.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  An hour later, Benton heard the covers rustling in the bedroom. He stood up and started toward the room only to start running when he heard Charlotte start yelling, “No, No, get away from me.” When he got into the room, Charlotte was holding Hoot close to her and cowering into the pillows. He started talking calmly and quietly. “Charlotte, sweetheart, it’s Benton. You’re still in your apartment above Gordon’s. Everything is fine. You’re okay. You’re having a dream.” He repeated this several times. Finally, he saw her open her big brown eyes searching desperately for him.

  “Benton?” she whispered. When her eyes locked on him, she launched herself out of bed and jumped into his arms, hiding her face against his neck.

  The large man held the Little girl tightly. His broad hands were linked under her bare bottom. “It was just a dream. You’re here now and I’m not going to let anything or anyone hurt you ever again.”

  “Do you promise?” she asked. When he nodded “yes,” she sighed and wilted against him.

  Benton walked slowly up and down the room until he felt her breath and heart beat settle into a normal rhythm. Finally, she raised her head to look at him.

  “I hate bad dreams,” she whispered.

  “I’d hate them too if I had nightmares like that,” he said. “Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes that makes them go away.”

  She nodded and ducked her head back down to rest on his broad chest. “A couple of years ago, I didn’t have a place to stay during Spring Break and the dorms closed. I found an abandoned house a few miles from the university and had camped out there in an upper bedroom. There was usually some commotion downstairs late at night and early in the morning. I figured that there were people doing drugs but they didn’t ever come up the stairs so I was fine until Wednesday night.” Charlotte shivered. “I heard a man start talking about people watching him and that he could see the whites of their eyes in the darkness. It started to freak me out and I wasn’t even high on anything. Quickly, everyone decided that he was right and that they needed to search the house. I tried to get out the window but it was jammed shut. Three men found me and came out me from all sides. I was lucky and just as they were getting close to me sirens and flashing lights came into the room and I heard a policeman yell. The druggies went all directions to escape but I just stood there trembling. I couldn’t move. Thankfully, one of the policemen had a daughter in college. He listened to my reasons for being in the house and I guess he could just tell that I wasn’t a drug addict. They took me to a local church and asked the pastor if he could help me find a place to stay for the rest of Spring Break. He just took me home to his family. It was so normal there - family dinners and help with homework. I hated to leave when the dorms opened back up. But that wasn’t my family. Those kids were so lucky and they had no idea.

  “What happened to your family, sweetheart?” Benton asked quietly.

  “That’s the worst thing. I didn’t ever have a family. I stayed in a lot of homes but I never was part of the family. I was just a foster kid,” Charlotte said calmly. “It sounds bad but it was okay. Once, I realized that no one was going to keep me, I figured out how to be invisible and to do my best in school so I’d have a future.

  Benton sat down on the bed still holding Charlotte close to him. “I’m sorry, Little girl, that you didn’t have a glorious childhood but I sure care about the woman that you became. You are one of the strongest people I know and everyone already gravitates to you because you are such a positive force. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while about you and me. Would you like to do that now?” he asked leaning her back so they could look at each other.

  “I’d like that,” Charlotte said simply.

  “Charlotte, we haven’t known each other long but I already know that you belong in my life. I want to have you with me tomorrow and all the days to come. I need to take care of you completely. Does that scare you?” he asked.

  “Do you mean spank me when I’m bad?” she asked with her voice quivering.

  “I mean in all ways. I want you to start calling me, Daddy, instead of Mr. Gordon,” Benton commanded quietly.

  “I’d like that,” Charlotte answered quickly.

  “Charlotte, I’m going to show you something that might overwhelm you but this will help you understand what kind of life I want to have with you. Will you trust me?” he asked looking deep in her brown eyes. When she nodded slowly, Benton stood and walked over to a locked door next to the closet door. He shifted her in his arms to sit cradled against him on his hip so that he could rummage in his pocket for the key to open the door. Slowly, he opened it and carried her into the prettiest room, she’d ever seen.

  Charlotte pushed away from him and he set her down on her feet on the plush pink carpet. Charlotte turned in circles trying to see it all. A huge smile spread over her lips as she looked at the adult sized crib with the pink, ruffled curtains hanging around and over it like a princess bed. There was a big rocking chair in the center of the room that was made for at least two people. It didn’t have arms but it was thickly padded and a beautiful lilac color. That must be a changing table she thought looking at the long waist high table with shelves underneath. Charlotte grabbed Benton’s hand and pulled him to the rocking chair.

  When he sat down, he lifted her up on his lap. Benton rocked slowly cuddling Charlotte as she lay in his arms. He leaned over and kissed her softly. “What do you think of my nursery? I didn’t know you when I designed it but it looks like a room just perfect for Princess Charlotte.”

  “It is so pretty. It is a room made for a princess. I don’t know if I’m the right person to be a princess,” she said nervously.

  “I get to decide that and your Daddy decided that you are the only princess who should be in this room and in my arms. I’d like to take care of you here. Will you let me?” Benton asked quietly.

  Charlotte nodded her head slowly, “I’d like that Daddy.”

  Benton pulled her to his chest and the rocked quietly for several minutes.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Charlotte began to wiggle restlessly in his arms. “Do you need to go to the bathroom, Charlotte?” Benton asked.

  When she nodded rapidly, he stood and set her on her feet. He pulled her to the side of the room and showed her a beautiful throne with a hole in the seat.

  “I need to use the toilet, Daddy,” she pulled at his hand.

  “This is your new potty, Charlotte.” Benton said with a smile.

  “I can’t go to the bathroom here. Can’t I use the bathroom in there?” she pointed back into the apartment.

  “Little girls use their potty chairs, Charlotte.” He pulled her nightgown up to her waist and guided her into a sitting position.

  Immediately when she sat down, the urine burst from her and splashed into the basin below. Charlotte covered her face and asked, “Can you go in the other room, please?”

  “No, Charlotte. Daddy is here to take care of you. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Daddies know that their little girls have to use the potty. Are you finished?” he asked softly.

  “There’s no paper,” she looked around desperately.

  “Let Daddy take care of you,” Benton asked. He picked her up and carried her over to the changing table. Benton lifted her legs straight up and took a wipe from the container and carefully wiped Charlotte free of urine. He ignored her pleas to let her do it. Turning her over on her
side facing away from him, he said sternly, “Settle down, Charlotte. I’m going to check your temperature.” He wrapped a restraining band across her chest and bent her legs up holding them in place with another band.

  “You’re going to do what?” Charlotte asked quickly. He did not respond to her but began to pull things out of the drawer below the padded surface. Charlotte turned her head to see a large jar of lubricant. “What are you doing?”

  “Calm down, Charlotte. Remember, you’re designing a display for the medical displays at Gordon’s. Little girls and boys always have their temperatures taken rectally. It’s the best way to measure their temperatures. You’ll need experience with the items you’re displaying. Just relax. You’ll get used to this. I will take your temperature in your bottom regularly.” Benton explained as he lifted her top buttock exposing her clenched anus. “Here’s a little lubricant to make everything slide in easily.” Benton spread the lubricant thickly across the clenched muscle and then pressed his thick finger deeply into her rectum. He entered and withdrew his finger slowly several times and then pressed his finger in deeply and held it in place. “Littles have to get used to having things in their bottoms. I know you’re embarrassed but many Littles find that it is arousing to have something deep in their bottom.” Benton’s other hand began caressing her exposed outer labia revealed by her bent leg position. His fingers dipped inside to caress her inner labia and the entrance of her vagina. He smiled to himself when he discovered that her folds were slick with her arousal. “Aaahhh, Charlotte. I’m so glad that you’re enjoying this. Daddy will know to keep your bottom filled.”