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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?"

I gulp, pressing my thighs together at how hot this activity was beginning to play out. Good God this man can make any woman melt at just his words alone. "Yes, Daddy," I reply, "I'm ready."

Freddie gropes my ass cheeks, lowly moaning as he did so. Just as he was about to make his first mark, a knock came at the door.

Pausing, Freddie pulls my robe down and makes his way to the door.

"Hi, Mr. Highmore," spoke a voice on the other side of the door. "Your breakfast and towels, as you've requested."

"Okay," Freddie replied. I can hear him smiling. "thank you so much."

The door closes behind him, and as I hear the tray plant on the table, Freddie lets out a breath. "Your punishment has been revoked, Princess," he says. "you can make it up to Daddy by having brekky with him."

I sit up, utterly confused as to why he stopped doing what he started. "Aren't you going to be upset that we got interrupted?" I ask.

Freddie let's out a sigh. He begins to pour a cup of tea, not meeting my gaze. "Yes and no," he replies. "yes, because my desire to simply touch you was ruined, and no, because I look forward to eating food with you."

"You can touch me again," I reply. "I already gave you permission to do so." I lay back down the way he asked of me. "Food can wait. I'm starving for something else."

Freddie chuckles, placing the cup of tea down. He sits on the edge of the bed where he can meet my eyes. "It doesn't work that way, Princess," he says, "I'm not the kind of man to continue where I left off. If I'm going to spank you, I'm going to spank you." He grabs my ass once more, this time his grip being a light squeeze. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and eat breakfast with me? We leave in about twenty minutes."

Still feeling aroused, I sigh. Although I wanted Freddie to dominate me like he did before, I knew he was right. If we had tried again, it wouldn't be as hot, no matter how much effort he'd put into the activity. I get up from my position, and sit across from Freddie at the table next to the television. We each grab our plates, eating silently as the local news of California drone on. Aside from being cut off from my first ever erotic experience with Freddie, I was nonetheless excited.

I was going to be going to Disneyland, and I couldn't wait to share this special moment with Freddie.

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    After I applied moose to my hair and tied my shoes, I look myself over in the mirror. Wearing a plaid, blue and white button-up with a tank top underneath, I felt like I was in high school again with my outfit, especially because I was wearing my navy blue jeans to match my attire. I used to wear this kind of style back when I was in my coming of age years, and as I stepped out of the bathroom, I prayed Freddie would like it too.

I see Freddie come out of the bathroom, dressed in nothing but his robe, hair wet from the shower he had taken. I immediately looked away, trying my best not to allow my imagination run wild. It was kind of difficult though, seeing as my boyfriend was the hottest man on the planet. He could make cloth underwear look sexy, and the fact that he almost spanked me earlier made me want more of him.

"I know you're looking," Freddie states, smirking. "it's okay, you know. I am yours, after all."

I blush, feeling my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "I would hope you're mine." I state. "Unless you want to tell me about that stripper you went to see last night. What was her name again? Ariella?" I smirk.

"Oh, bloody hell," Freddie replied, "I was hoping you wouldn't find out." He looks at me, his mouth curving into a grin. "I couldn't help it, babe. She can do everything and backwards. What's an Englishman to do with a fit woman like her?"

I start to pout, and that's when Freddie envelopes me into a hug. "I'm just kidding, Princess," he states, kissing my cheek. "you're the only one for me. No stripper, prostitute, secretary or any other woman can take me away from you. And that's a fact."

I smile at that, feeling loved beyond compare. I see Freddie grab a short-sleeved white button up shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. He puts on the shirt in front of me, but immediately races to the bathroom to put on his underwear and shorts on. A part of me was relieved, but the other, more curious side of me, was disappointed that I couldn't get at least a glimpse of what my dominant was packing beneath.

And as I waited for him by sitting on the couch, I couldn't help but wonder how long we were going to be teasing each other for. At this point, I wasn't sure if I could remain a virgin, but then again, I made a vow to myself that I would wait for the right time, with the right person.

I hope that person would be Freddie. Because, as much as I'm still adjusting to admitting, I was falling more in love with him each day.

And I don't think I'll be able to stop.

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Author's Note:

Questions for this chapter: What do you think of the sexual tension between Freddie and Amanda? What is your impression of their newfound relationship so far?

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm terrible for not emerging your minds with smut. Lol. I made a vow that I wouldn't include sex scenes in this book, and I'm keeping my word. Trust me, it's hard not to write a scene, but at the same time, it's rather relieving because then people can see what this book really is: A book. Lol.

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've been busy being a new mom, work, and being a person. More updates will be coming up soon, though!

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