Here it is! Chapter 6 of Beautiful Surrender. Thank you once again to everyone who continues to support both me and my story through favoriting, following, and reviewing. I appreciate everything you all have to say and I try to comment to every review I receive.

As you'll hopefully be able to tell, this is really the beginning of Godric's and Sookie's relationship full force. There will still be Plot with a capital 'P,' but this is the moment that Godric and Sookie really come together as a couple. This was really important to me to get right since, as I've told some of you, the characterization of Godric as a Dominant is based on my own Dominant. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I'll be looking forward to hearing what you think...so please comment!

Godric was still careful not to lift the hem of Sookie's dress any further as he trailed his hand over the swell of her bottom. His fingers found the dip between her two cheeks and followed the path up and toward the small of Sookie's back, molding the skirt fabric against her as he went. Godric continued smoothly up the center of her back and to the nape of her neck, where he buried his hand deep in Sookie's hair. Throughout all this Sookie had frozen, all her muscles coiled tightly with tension and her lungs filled to capacity as she unconsciously held her breath. Godric used his palm to cup the back of Sookie's skull, gently turning her head toward him so that he could see her face. Her eyes were wide and they darted desperately up toward Godric, confusion and upset rapidly turning into fear of what was to come. Godric knew he would have to deal with this quickly.

He brought his free hand to her jaw, using enough pressure to get Sookie to unclench her teeth. "Sookie," Godric said, his voice calm and steady, "Sookie I need you to take a deep breath."

Sookie gasped as if she was coming up for air after being under water for just too long. She calmed quite quickly, however, and soon her breaths were even and relaxed.

"There we go," Godric said, still in the same soothing tone. "Now, can you tell me what all that was about?" Godric began to stroke is fingertips back and forth over Sookie's scalp, lulling her even further.

When Sookie looked as if she was ready to answer, Godric slid the hand that was still resting on her jaw down against the sensitive skin of her neck, curving his fingers tenderly and possessively around her throat. When Sookie spoke, her voice was breathy and lethargic.

"I don't know what happened just then," Sookie said. She was fighting to keep her eyes from closing and forced herself to look up into Godric's concerned gaze once again. "I guess I just…panicked a little. I've never been…," Sookie paused before breathing out the end of her sentence. "…spanked before. Not as a little girl…nothing."

Godric, sensing that Sookie wasn't finished talking, stayed quiet and waited until she was ready to continue.

When she next spoke, Sookie's voice was a little stronger. "It's just…I don't want to be punished." She looked away from Godric's face then, instead determinedly studying what she could see of the tribal-looking tattoo circling his left bicep.

"Sookie. Look at me."

With great effort, Sookie forced her eyes away from the tattoo to find his, which were filled with unconcealed amusement. "You're laughing at me," Sookie said accusingly, and she moved to hide her face against Godric's stomach.

Before she could dwell on that thought too much, Godric gingerly pulled Sookie back with the hand still entwined in her hair. "Don't do that, little one. I want to see you when I'm speaking to you." Sookie looked up at Godric doubtfully, seeing that the faint trace of humor was still present on his face. Before she could think any further, though, Godric was speaking again.

"I was not laughing at you, Sookie. That is, perhaps I was…just a little." Sookie released an offended grunt and tried, unsuccessfully, to pull away. At this, Godric's lips curved into a tiny smirk so reminiscent of Eric that Sookie couldn't let it pass without comment.

"You taught Eric that look, didn't you?" Sookie said, irritation clear in the tone of her voice.

The comment made Godric laugh out loud, a lone sound, soft and beautiful, that made Sookie completely forget all about the current situation and, she thought, as her stomach did a little flip-flop, perhaps made her fall the tiniest bit in love.

After the moment had passed, Godric brought the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"Little one, I do not believe there are many who actually want to be punished." Godric resumed the comforting movement of his fingers in her hair and continued, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Though…I think you will come to realize that an activity – such as spanking – may have various connotations according to the method in which the act is carried out as well as the mindset in which the participants are inhabiting at the time."

Sookie was listening intently to Godric's words. She believed him, and though she hadn't known him but for a few days she felt instinctively that she could trust Godric with her life; she wouldn't have agreed to this whole thing if she thought otherwise.

"This is…normal, for this kind of relationship, I mean? Are there even other people that have this type of relationship?"

Godric thought about how he wanted to respond before answering. "'Normal' is a relative term. What may be commonplace for some may be considered taboo by others. I can say that there are many, many people who choose to live in relationships such as the one I have initiated and hope to foster with you. Most are as 'normal' as anyone and their relationships, while considered unconventional by society, are happy, healthy, and fulfilling. It is a mistake to worry yourself over whether or not others would approve of your actions or not, Sookie. What other people think should not matter."

"Easy for you to say," Sookie retorted. "You don't have to hear every nasty thing people are thinking about you every second of the day."

Godric pulled Sookie more snugly into his body. "Yes, Eric has told me of your ability. I cannot imagine what it must be like for you. Nevertheless, my belief is the same: what they think of you should not determine how you live your life."

"But what you think should?" The tone of Sookie's voice was not challenging in any way, merely questioning.

"Well," Godric said, "you agreed to be mine."

"Yes…I did. And that's how all these type of relationships work, then? With one person in charge of everything…the 'Master' or whatever, which makes the other person…what? A slave?"

Godric stared deep into Sookie's eyes. "Yes, there are some who choose to live their lives as slaves." His tone was even and measured, gauging Sookie's reaction.

"I will never be anyone's slave, Godric," Sookie said quietly.

"What good fortune for us both, then, because I neither desire, nor have a need for a slave, either." Godric made sure he had Sookie's complete attention before saying his next words. "I am, however, greatly pleased and honored that the beautiful girl lying across my lap has agreed to let me help her blossom as a submissive."

"Submissive," Sookie repeated, trying the word out on her tongue. "And you are my…?"

"Dominant," Godric answered.

"My…Master." She didn't quite phrase it as a question or a statement, but the word alone was enough to have an effect on Godric. Godric's eyes grew dark and he growled, followed almost immediately by the snick of his fangs running out, and Sookie felt herself grow wet; it was then that she noticed the hardness pressing up against the side of her stomach.

"Sookie, there are many details concerning this relationship that must be dealt with in order to ensure it runs smoothly. We need to discuss what you like and dislike, what you are interested in learning about and experimenting with, and what you have no desire to do whatsoever. We need to instill a list of rules for you so that you may begin to learn the discipline necessary for you to thrive. However, if you are willing, I would like to give you a taste of what is to come."

"My punishment?" Sookie questioned tentatively, not particularly wanting to bring the subject up again, but feeling obligated to, anyway.

At this comment Godric sobered, retracting his fangs and looking soberly down at Sookie. "Yes," Godric said, "I got…carried away for a moment, but you are correct. Before anything else we must tend to your punishment."

Worry was once again apparent in Sookie's eyes, but this time it was tinged both with acceptance of her fate as well as anticipation.

"Do you consent to accept any punishment I deem to be a just consequence for your actions, Sookie?"

Sookie knew how serious this question was, and she appreciated Godric asking her yet again. It seemed as if he knew that it was she who needed the reminder that everything that happened at this point would be of her own volition.

"Yes…Master," Sookie answered quietly, but with more conviction in her voice than Godric had ever heard from her before.

"Sweet girl," Godric said, his eyes softening just for a moment before his face turned into a stony mask once more. "Girl, you are being punished both for raising a hand to me with the intent to strike in anger, as well as for failing to complete the punishment you earned in the first place. For these transgressions, you will receive ten swats, and you will be required to count and thank me for each. Do you understand?"

"Yes…Master." Sookie's voice was airy and thin, though she couldn't distinguish whether it was because she was afraid or excited. However, seeing Godric's face so completely devoid of emotion now that she had begun to read the minute changes to his eyes, lips, brows, wrenched at her and she had to look away, suddenly ashamed of herself for putting that look on his face in the first place.

The hand Godric had entwined in Sookie's golden tresses trailed back down to the nape of her neck, then, urging her to fully turn over once more. Godric paused for a moment, allowing Sookie to become settled in this new position, but Sookie began to feel silly, painfully aware of the fact that she, a fully grown woman, was draped over Godric's lap like a disobedient child. As that thought popped into her head, Sookie began to tear up, because that was what she was, right? She had behaved abhorrently and now she was facing the consequences.

Before she had any more time to think further about how awkward she must look turned over Godric's knee, Sookie was startled out of her thoughts by Godric's flattened palm coming down hard on the fleshiest part of her left butt cheek. The action was so sudden that it jarred a startled gasp of pain from her throat and as Sookie fought to choke back what she thought was going to be a very unladylike sob, she came very close to forgetting that she had a more active part to play in her punishment. Godric pinched her butt right where his hand had just come down, albeit through the fabric of her dress, and this was enough to remind her.

"One!" Sookie cried out, her voice already thick with tears. "Thank you, Ma – Master."

Godric's free hand came up and collected Sookie's hair, hanging loose and around her face. He swept it together and over her shoulder furthest away from him, allowing his hand to remain entangled for just a moment before returning to the task at hand.

The next swat came down on her right cheek, and though Sookie did not hesitate to count this time, she could no longer contain her tears.

"Two! Thank…thank y-you, M-Mas – Master."

Godric looked down at what he could see of Sookie's face after moving her hair to keep from obstructing his view. He could see the tear tracks coming from Sookie's eyes, running into the corners before trailing upward toward her hairline. Her skin was blotchy from crying so much earlier, and of course now, despite her tan's valiant attempt to hide its reaction. Godric grazed the fingertips of his free hand along Sookie's jawline to get her attention.

"You are my good girl, Sookie. You are doing so well. You can do this."

Godric's simple words of encouragement seemed to fill Sookie with a lightness she hadn't felt before. Godric believed she could do this.

"Ye – yes, Master," Sookie said, still fighting back sobs but now bolstered with a new determination.

Godric seemed to be waiting for Sookie to answer him because shortly after she did, the next blow came, and though Sookie thought it was definitely harder than the first two he had administered, she did not complain.

When the eighth swat came down, landing right at the spot where her butt ended and her privates began, Sookie gasped again, only just remembering to count out a breathy "Eight! Thank you, Master."

Godric's hand came down in the same spot again almost immediately and Sookie was shocked as her body seemed to jerk back to meet his hand almost involuntarily, her thighs sliding just the slightest bit apart.

When the last swat came down, this time landing lightly right between the area between her parted thighs, Sookie couldn't help it, she let out a low moan, unconsciously pushing herself up and back in search of more pressure. Godric allowed his hand to rest there between her legs for a moment, cupping her sex through the fabric of her dress lightly without offering any other sensation.

Godric started to pull his hand away then and Sookie clamped her thighs together in an attempt to keep his hand where she wanted it.

"No!" she cried out desperately, before finally remembering and screaming out a quick, "Ten! Thank you, Master," hoping that was the reason Godric had stopped whatever it was he was doing.

With the hand not resting between her legs, Godric reached to turn Sookie's face toward him. He could see the tear tracks drying against her skin and she was still flushed with color, however, now for a much different reason.

"You were such a good girl for taking your punishment like that," Godric said, and Sookie sighed at the sight of Godric's expression, once again soft, his lips turned up ever so slightly into a barely-there smile. "Good girls get rewards, and I think you have earned one. Have you earned a reward, little one?"

Sookie nodded her head frantically and the hand between Sookie's legs squeezed just slightly causing her to moan out an answer. "Please!"

"What do you want?" Godric asked.

Sookie wasn't completely sure what she was asking for but she was pretty sure Godric knew that already so she answered his question the only way she knew how. "More…God…more."

A stupid grin crossed Godric's face then. "God-ric, dear Sookie. Not God."

Sookie started to chuckle at Godric's ridiculous comment but was cut off quite abruptly when another moan was forced from her throat; Godric had begun moving his hand against her.

The sensation made Sookie squirm against Godric's lap, attempting to help Godric's talented hand along.

Godric, however, did not seem to feel the same sense of urgency. "What is this, my sweet girl?" Godric said, and Sookie could hear that slight playful lilt in his voice; naughty Godric had returned. Godric pulled his palm away from her, only allowing his fingers – those evil fingers – to press the fabric of her dress into the cleft of her sex as he had her buttox. Sookie's cheeks burned with embarrassment and yet, more than anything all she wanted was for him to continue touching her there.

Godric leaned down over her then to whisper his next words into her ear. "Oh, Sookie, it seems as if you have stained your pretty dress. Messy girl," he added, licking around the shell of her ear before nipping gently with his fangs, fully extended once more. "Roll over for me, little one," Godric whispered before sitting back.

With Godric's help, Sookie managed to move herself over onto her back. Once settled, she stared up at him pleadingly.

"Spread those legs for me, Sookie."

Sookie's thighs parted without a second thought and then Godric's hand was resting against her knee. Sookie whined, spreading her legs just a bit further hoping that Godric would get the message.

Godric let his hand slide up from her knee to the inside of Sookie's thigh, gathering the hem of the dress against his wrist as he went. When he was close to where Sookie wanted him, Godric stopped once again, looking down into her eyes.

"Is this where you want me, sweet girl?" Godric inched his hand up just a little more as he spoke, but did not yet touch her sex.

"Yes…," Sookie sighed. "Godric, please…"

Godric didn't make her wait any longer. Godric flipped the skirt of Sookie's dress up, then moved a hand to each of her thighs to push her just a bit wider. Sookie shifted slightly under Godric's gaze; she didn't know what to make of Godric looking at her private parts so intently.

Godric's eyes flicked up to meet Sookie's just then. "You have a beautiful pussy, Sookie."

Sookie, if possible, flushed even more hotly at Godric's words, and Godric smiled down at her before returning his attention back to the juncture between her legs.

Godric's fingers glided easily against the her folds, soaked from all the teasing before. He brought his fingers up briefly to play with the short triangle of blonde curls before returning down once again, this time allowing his fingers to slide between her folds of skin to find her nub, hard, swollen, and aching.

When Godric nudged his middle finger against her clit, Sookie lost control of her hips once again as they jerked up harshly to meet his touch.

"Oh…oh…please…" Sookie's eyes slid closed and her back arched just slightly.

"Look at my good girl," Godric said quietly, as he began to rub against her nub in earnest. He began in slow circles, allowing Sookie to become used to the sensation, before steadily increasing the pressure against the little bundle of nerves. "Sookie, let's see what a good cum you can do. Would you like to cum for me, sweet girl?"

Sookie made a pleased sound and nodded her head, moving her hips more urgently against Godric's fingers.

"That's it, little one. Show me how good you are. Cum…now."

And with a last desperate grunt of pleasure, Sookie did; she could feel herself pulsing as her fluid flowed out of her. Her legs shook uncontrollably and Godric just kept moving his fingers, allowing her to ride out all the wonderful sensations.

As Sookie's body began to relax, she sank blissfully against Godric's frame. She knew she must be wearing a dumb smile on her face but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care. Before she could drift away, though, Sookie felt something against her lips. She opened her eyes, turning her gaze the whole way up to find Godric looking down at her.

"Look at what you did," Godric said teasingly, holding his hand up so Sookie could see his fingers glistening with what she understood was her own release. "You made a mess all over my hand, little one. Clean it up for me, please."

Godric tapped his fingers lightly against her lips once again and waited. Sookie knew that Godric wouldn't make her do it if she protested. But as she looked into his warm gaze, she thought about everything Godric had done for her in just the past few days, and with a small smile she parted her lips invitingly, allowing Godric's fingers to slide into her mouth.