Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter fifty-two:

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F I F T Y - T W O --

I woke up the next morning feeling like a kid on their birthday: excited and full of wonder as to what lied ahead for the day. I get out of our shared bed and see Freddie sleeping peacefully on his side, completely oblivious to the shift in movement coming from me. I smile as I watch his chest rise up and fall, wondering if he was dreaming of anything at all. I then make my way to the bathroom, start the shower, and begin my morning routine.

Stepping into the shower, I let the water fall on my back; easing my tense back and wake my body up like a fire being lit. As I wash my hair, I start to imagine what it will be like getting to meet Mickey Mouse and ride all the rides. Will I be able to handle them all? Will the lines be ridiculously long as everyone says they are? So many questions circled around in my head, consuming my every thought.  As I rinse off my body and hair, I wrap my body in a bathrobe and exit the bathroom. Once I'm in the room, I see Freddie already awake, his elbow propped up on the mattress as he is dressed in sweats and his hair mussed. He is on his computer, checking his email.

"Well, you're up early," I say as I go into my suitcase and grab my  outfit  for the day. "how'd you sleep?"

Without looking up, Freddie nods. "I slept well," he replies. He then looks up from the screen, smiling at me. "Although I woke up alone."

The sound of his morning voice has my legs weak. I feel a tingling sensation begin to boil, and I knew that before we'd leave for the theme park, I'd be a mess. Why was my boyfriend so hot? The Lord Almighty really knows how to bless people with good looks.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I say, making my way over to him. I plant a small kiss on his head, smiling. "I had to take a shower. I wanted to be pretty for both you and my first day at Disneyland."

Freddie cranes his head to face me. He closes his laptop with his free hand, and uses it to cup my chin as we share an intense kiss. No tongue, just a firm press to the lips.

"You look beautiful, Princess," he hums. "I still feel lonely, though. I think a good spanking should suffice," he smirks. "I'd love to pull the bottom of that robe up and make that perky little arse red. What do you think?"

I gulp, feeling even more heated than before. I wasn't sure if I wanted to have my bare ass exposed to Freddie just yet. What if it got out of hand, and I ended up losing my virginity? I wasn't sure if I wanted this just yet, but at the same time, the thought of being bent over the bed, ass up in the air...

"I think I'd like to try that," I reply, my heart rate accelerating. I feel a blush creep to my cheeks, completely shocked at what I'd just agreed to.

Freddie sits up from his lain position on the bed, then stands. "Let your upper body lie on the bed," he states. "I want your ass up in the air."

Without even thinking, I do as I'm told. As my face is planted in the pillow, my heart is pounding as I hear Freddie make his way behind me. I feel his hands sensually trace my clothed ass, then, without hesitation, he pulls the fuzzy fabric of my robe upward; exposing my plump, bare ass to him.

"When I spank you," he begins, his voice becoming hoarse by being turned on. "I want you to tell me you're sorry for being a bad girl." He traces his index finger between my cheeks, causing me to shudder. "Are you ready?"