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  Adopting Katie

  Alyssa Hart

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  2016 © Published by Allysa Hart

  Hart, Allysa

  Adopting Katie

  Cover Art by Allysa Hart at AllyCat’s Creations

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking/sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my family, my support system, the people who hold me up every day. Without their constant love and support, I never would have been brave enough to step out and publish this book. \nTo my biggest fan, my mom: You have always been my cheerleader, my encouragement, and my voice of reason. I would not be the woman I am today without you as my role model.

  To my dad: You have always encouraged me to reach further. You set the bar high knowing that it was the only way that I could reach my full potential.

  To my little sister and best friend: Tisser, there are no words to express how grateful I am for you. I am so proud of the woman you have become and your passion inspires me to be a better person.

  Last but not certainly not least, my husband: Babe, thank you so much for putting up with everything that comes with having an author as a wife. You are an amazing husband and father. You work so hard for our family and I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  Meet Allysa Hart and Allycat’s Creations!

  Prologue

  Katelyn slammed her car door and attempted to run through the parking garage. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that her friend talked her into wearing heels, and the only thing that stopped her from falling face first onto the asphalt was the concrete pillar that she slammed into. Regaining her balance, she made her way to the elevator to find an Out Of Order sign staring her in the face.

  “You have got to be kidding me!” Her voice echoed through the empty garage. “Why can’t I be on time for one date? Just one fucking date! Gah!” Berating herself, she made her way down two flights of stairs.

  She had been dating Mark Summers for a few months now, and every day she became more convinced that he was The One—the man of her dreams. He was the most handsome man and she often found herself lusting after his lean surfer body, short cropped pale blond hair, and ice blue eyes that had the ability to see straight through her hard-kept facade to the girl hiding inside. Then there was the sexy personality trait of natural dominance. He insisted on opening doors, pulling out chairs, and carrying bags. Some women protested the dogmatic, old-fashioned male behavior, but nothing made her feel more loved and cared for. Every moment spent together showed her how perfect he was—almost too perfect to be true—which kept her anticipating the time when something wrong would happen.

  Her heels clicked as she descended the last few stairs, thanking her lucky stars that the sushi restaurant was located directly across the street from the garage. Quickly looking both ways, and disregarding the fact that the corners were equipped with pedestrian crosswalks, she traversed the road towards the restaurant. Through the window, the icy blue eyes of her boyfriend bore down upon her.

  “Shit, he looks pissed,” she mumbled to herself. Plastering a smile on her pretty face, she waved and hurried inside.

  His lip curled up in a partial smirk; Mark stood as she approached and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. The whisper in her ear and kiss on the side of her neck made her entire body shudder. “You are in quite a hurry, little girl. What’s the rush?”

  She hid behind the menu to avoid his eyes. “I didn’t want to be any later.”

  “I see. Is that why you couldn’t take two extra minutes to cross the road safely?” Her body tensed as she cringed at the sound of impatience in his voice. “Please put the menu down and look at me. I already ordered for us.”

  Sighing, Katelyn lowered the menu and reached for a glass of water in an attempt to continue to avoid the inevitable. It didn’t work. It never worked. She peeked through her eyelashes to see him lounging with his back against the chair, arms crossed, as he waited for her to come to her senses. Realizing this conversation required her participation, she took a deep breath and folded her hands in her lap. Again, she met his eyes to see the same smirk that he always displayed when she finally gave into his caring, but bossy, nature.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she muttered.

  “Like what?”

  “With that smartass grin that you use when you know you won.” She scowled when he chuckled.

  “I always win.” His confidence seemed to fill the air around them, enlarging his presence and making her feel so tiny.

  “Yeah, I know you do, and you never let me forget it,” she huffed.

  “Did you have something more that you wanted to say to me, young lady?”

  She certainly did. She sometimes wished she had the guts to offer a firm suggestion as to where he could put his raised eyebrow and bossy attitude, but something inside her always prevented her from going to that place with him. When she didn’t respond, he persisted. “I’m waiting. What happened?”

  “What happened to what?” She offered a cheeky smile in hopes that her cuteness would buy some sympathy. No such luck. He responded with another annoyingly uplifted eyebrow.

  Rolling her eyes, she gave in and spoke in a single breath. “Fine! I was leaving the office and got stopped by my secretary. She needed some things signed, and then one of the guys came in and handed me a file that I had been waiting for all day. He kept apologizing and had all these legitimate excuses, and I needed to look at it, but it took a lot longer than I thought it would. By the time I finally finished, I was already running late.”

  “That’s understandable, babe. I’m not upset that you got caught up at work. It happens. You could have called.”

  “I would have, except I got caught in traffic and you said I couldn’t talk on the phone when driving.”

  “True, and I appreciate that you remembered. However, I am upset that I saw the love of my life run across a busy road when there was a crosswalk less than one hundred feet away.”

  Did he just call her the ‘love of his life’?

  “I didn’t want to be any later.” She shrugged, pretending that his statement didn’t send a quiver of excitement up her spine.

  His eyes hardened as his voice dropped an octave. “Enough with the sass, missy. How late would you have been if a car had hit you?”

  She again rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Mark? I’m an adult and know to look both ways before I cross a street to make sure I’m safe. Can we stop with the Spanish Inquisition and just have a nice evening together?”

  Leaning forward with his hands entwined in front of him, the man’s voice carried a quiet, serious timbre. “I w
ant you to listen to me because this is important. If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I’m convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand?”

  Eyes wide with shock, Katelyn took a moment for his words to register. He’d never said anything like that to her before—in fact, as she recalled, no one had ever said anything like that before. The full force of the threat hit her like the two-ton Ford she’d narrowly avoided in the street outside, causing her stomach to feel like it was turning inside her body.

  “I asked you a question and expected a response. Do you understand that if I ever catch you endangering yourself again, I will spank your backside until you can’t sit for a week?”

  Speechless and unable to break the lock he had on her eyes, she gave a tiny nod and leaned back to create a little more space between them. What was happening?

  Katelyn had never been so glad to be interrupted by the waiter setting their Miso soup and cucumber salad on the table. Thanking the young man, she noticed that Mark had only budged enough to allow the food to be placed in front of him. Once the waiter departed, he spoke quietly while laying his napkin in his lap. “You don’t seem to believe I’m serious.”

  Taking another sip of water to relieve the fearful lump in her throat, she whispered, “That’s not true. I believe you.”

  “How does my promise make you feel? Make no mistake about it, baby—it is a promise, and I am a man of my word.”

  She shivered and felt her nipples pucker behind her bra as her body flushed with the heat of embarrassment and excitement. Her words were enunciated as she slowly answered him. “I don’t know. I mean, for real? It seems a little crazy, doesn’t it? Are you suggesting that you would spank me the way a Daddy spanks his little girl?”

  His face softened at her last question, “Exactly like that. To a Daddy, the most precious thing in his life is his baby girl, and when she is naughty or does something dangerous, he will do what’s needed to teach her how to behave correctly.”

  His explanation shocked her, and she fell silent once again.

  “Tell me how that makes you feel, Katie.”

  Katie? No one had called her that since she was a child. Tears pricked her eyes as Mark reached across the table and offered his palm as a gesture of trust. He squeezed her hand and continued, “I will never hurt you, Katie. You will have a sore bottom if you don’t behave, but that is all within your control. I am a dominant man, baby girl. I know that is not news to you, but I need you to understand that spending your life with me means you will be subject to how I believe my home should operate. That includes love, respect, and when necessary, corporal punishment. Can you handle that?”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Her hands flew to her mouth when he went to his knee and pulled out a ring. “I’m asking you to marry me. Will you be my wife?”

  Katie’s head nodded of its own accord, and her hand shook as he slipped the beautiful ring on her finger. She would do anything for the man in front of her, even if that meant taking a humiliating spanking.

  ***

  A few short weeks later, Katie stood in the living room between the knees of her very stern looking fiancé.

  “We’ve talked about this before, haven’t we, young lady?” Mark’s eyebrow rose as he waited for her answer.

  “Umm, yes?” The hesitant reply emerged more like a question. This was uncharted territory and Katie had no idea how to respond. Even though she trusted him, and after talking with him for many hours about the benefits of this type of relationship, her nerves still quivered with fear. Briefly, she wondered if it was too late to change her mind.

  “When you are in trouble, you will address me properly. That means you are to call me either Sir or Daddy.” His patience was unrivaled.

  “Yes, Sir.” The words shook as they passed her lips.

  “Good girl. I hope that the day will come that you’ll be comfortable calling me Daddy. It tugs at a special part of my heart.” He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of her thighs. The gentle touch was comforting and distracting at the same time.

  She adored the idea of calling him Daddy, but it honestly felt a little silly. Even though Mark promised not to push her, he made his desires known all the same. As an adult, the concept remained foreign to her. She had been blessed with a nearly perfect childhood, but being the oldest of three had pushed her to grow up a little faster than she had preferred. Mark had given her a chance to relive and explore that side of her personality, and she loved it. He encouraged her to test her limits and act out, promising that she would never have to fear his rejection. By giving her permission to explore and experiment, he built a foundation of trust that she would be safe as long as ‘Daddy’ was nearby to love and take care of her.

  The growing curiosity regarding the whole ‘spanking’ thing superseded her common sense. Since their first conversation, she had received multiple warnings about ‘proper behavior’ but had managed to avoid physical discipline. The subject had provoked the part of her nature that insisted on frequently testing his patience just to see how far he would allow her to push him—yet she had not been able to muster the courage to force his hand. He kept his word, and the few times she had opposed his rules, she ended up with her nose in a corner and the threat of a spanking if she did not cease her current naughtiness.

  Not possessing enough bravery to push him with blatantly bad behavior, Katie foolishly chose a more drastic approach. There was one activity that he absolutely despised—texting and driving—and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine that doing such would earn more than just corner time. While waiting to face the consequence of her actions, the young woman wished with all her might that she would have been wiser and had not second-guessed Mark’s seriousness regarding his promise.

  “What did I tell you would happen if I discovered that my girl’s safety was in jeopardy? Answer me.” His line of questions made her shift uncomfortably. What possessed her to be so stupid? She wondered if a momentary plea of insanity would help her case.

  “You said you would spank me, but I can explain.” Her throat was dry as she imagined banging her forehead against the dreaded corner, reciting the mantra ‘I’m an idiot’ over and over again. This was not fun.

  “I’m sure you can, but I’m not in the mood to hear any creative excuses. This is serious, and you’re not going to distract me. Are you aware texting while driving is not only unsafe but illegal?”

  How long was this man going to keep her on edge? She was not only anxious about her first session of discipline but also aroused. Her body’s reaction to his strict attention made no sense.

  “Answer me, please.” The ability to stay calm and stern was Mark’s Modus Operandi to guarantee her undivided attention.

  “Yes, Sir.” The tremble in her voice had adopted a little whine. All bravado left long ago, and Katie briefly eyed the door. There was no chance she could outrun him although she doubted Mark was the type of man who would chase her down. He wanted obedience and knew how to obtain it.

  “Eyes on me, little girl. You aren’t going anywhere. Don’t look like you’re surprised because I know what you were thinking. I wasn’t born yesterday.” A smirk briefly touched his lips. “Let’s get this over with so I can get back to spoiling you. Raise your skirt—you may keep your panties on, but after we’re married, all spankings will be delivered straight to your bare bottom. Do you understand?” He patted his lap.

  She couldn’t bring herself to obey. No matter how much she loved and trusted this man, her self-preservation caused her to freeze in place. In her heart, she wanted to obey him, but her limbs would not oblige.

  Looking at her expectantly, he patted his lap again. “Mind me, Katie. Skirt up and turn over my knee.”

  “I can’t.” she whispered tearfully.

  “You know I would never harm you, right?”

  “I’m scared.”

  “I know you a
re.” His voice remained calm as he placed his big hands on either side of her face and pulled her close to kiss her forehead. Without another word, he guided her gently into position, lifted her skirt away from her little round bottom and rested his right hand on her shaking panties. He waited a moment, allowing her to accept her vulnerable position before the discipline commenced. The spanking wasn’t harsh, but the sharp slaps did an admirable job of getting his point across. He paid equal attention to both lace-clad cheeks before the smacks targeted the soft under-curve of her bottom.

  She shrieked. Skin to skin swats that struck the tops of her delicate thighs were much more painful than the ones over her panties. The stinging sensation spread, causing a kind of pain that she didn’t know how to process. As she tried to escape, Mark’s hold tightened. It was clear that wiggling and yelping were all she would be allowed to do until he decided the spanking was finished.

  His hand finally rested on her warm bottom, signaling that the discipline had finally ended. He rubbed her back, soothing her heart but not her backend. “Are we going to need to have this conversation again, little one?”

  “No, Sir. Never again. I promise.” Her words came quickly. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave her uncomfortable position and hide forever.

  “Good girl. I just want to advise you that if this conversation is ever repeated, what I gave you will be like an ice cream sundae compared to what you’ll get the next time. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I need you to take your safety seriously.”

  With those words, he removed his hand and Katie scrambled off of his lap and ran to the safety of the bathroom. Pressing her back against the door, she slid down to a squat and let the silent tears flow. Her body shook as her feelings wiggled to the surface, but she couldn’t determine if it was due to humiliation or for being taken to task. Thoroughly embarrassed, she decided to spend the rest of the evening in hiding.