I never needed a babysitter.
Not at my age. Not as the heir to everything my father built, staring down a competency evaluation that could strip it all away. But stress like mine? It devours. So I hired her. The specialist promised relief. What she delivered was ruin.
One session in, and I'm bare-assed over her lap on the sun-warmed garden bench. Her hand cracks down, turning my skin to fire, each smack peeling back the armor I've worn my whole life. I fight it. Sarcasm my shield. "This is temporary," I tell myself. But her voice, cool and maternal, whispers through the sting: kneel deeper, little one.
She doesn't stop at spanks.
Thighs like velvet vices clamp my face to the padded changing table, smothering me in her scent, her weight, her total ownership. Diapered. Regressed. Helpless under what she calls her throne. Rain lashes the windows as tears streak my cheeks in her arms, that paradox of tender hold and merciless rule breaking me open. I crave it. The nurturing discipline I've denied forever. Her playful tease owns every gasp, every plea bubbling up from the boy I buried long ago.
It's electric chaos.
Paternal eyes everywhere, judging my every move. One leak of this-my glowing bottom, my tear-soaked surrender-and inheritance vanishes. Autonomy? Shattered. The empire? Gone. She's liberation and my downfall, this woman who sees the need I can't admit. I thought I could handle her. Play the game.
But now? She's all I breathe for. What if embracing her throne costs me everything?
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