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“She just arrived yesterday,” Derek said. “She’s with our Caterpillars, though she might move up to the Butterflies. She’s just as you described. Who you’re looking for. Sweet, innocent, and with the biggest, sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. She’s uber Little, too. She’d be completely dependent upon you. Just like you prefer.”

Edward’s heart wasn’t the only place his blood was pumping furiously to. His cock roared with life. He hoped the bulge wasn’t evident.

“When can I meet her?” he said.

“No time like the present. Right? Let me make some calls and see where she’s currently at. Then, I’ll take you to meet the little princess.”

Chapter 16

“Did you have a good nap, Lilly?”

The words came from Miss Phoebe, a woman, along with Miss Samantha, who took care of the Littles in the nursery.

In the oversized crib, Lilly looked up, rubbed her eyes, and then nodded.

“Let me check that diaper,” Miss Phoebe said. She lowered the crib’s bars and lifted the bottom hem of Lilly’s short, pink dress.

The plastic-backed, disposable diaper crinkled loudly as she reached through the elastic of one of the leg holes.

“My goodness. You soaked it,” Miss Phoebe announced. “Come with me, little girl. Into a fresh nappy you go.”

A moment later, Lilly was lying atop one of the adult-sized changing tables while the Caregiver tended to her needs.

“I like those diapees,” Lilly said. “They’re thick! And they have mountains on them. Is that because we’re in Montana?”

“No, little one. These are Mountainville Supreme diapers. We buy them from time to time.”

“I’ve heard of Mountainville,” Lilly said. “It’s in Texas.”

“Yes. They aren’t quite as disciplined as we are,” Miss Phoebe said, a hint of disapproval in her tone. “They’re great people, though. From what I’ve heard.”

Lilly closed her eyes and smiled as the loving sensations settled over her. Miss Phoebe was so gentle as the used a wet wipe to clean away all the yuckies from her skin. The baby powder smelled comforting as a poof blasted between her legs. Soon, a new diaper was taped around her waist. Miss Phoebe helped Lilly down just as the door to the nursery opened. All eyes turned to see Nanny J entering the room.

Nanny J looked a bit intimidating. Her brilliant, unadorned white shirt was crisply pressed. It stood in stark contrast to the black skirt that went all the way down to her black boots. The black was represented again on the thick-rimmed glasses she wore. Her graying hair was in a tight bun. It fit because Nanny J ran a tight ship.

She was not mean, though. Nor harsh. But she demanded obedience. Her demeanor ensured Lilly gave it to her.

That could not be said of all the Littles, though.

“Good afternoon, Miss Phoebe. I’ve come to take our Littles all to the park,” Nanny J announced as she walked to where Lilly stood beside Miss Phoebe.

“Yay!” Lilly said. “Thank you!”

She threw her arms around the older woman for a tight hug.

“I don’t want to go to the park!”

The words came from Little Betty who was playing on the center rug. The tower she’d constructed with blocks was so tall it was leaning. One more addition and it would probably topple down.

“I want to have art time!” she said.

“Now, now, Betty. We already had art time. It’s park time,” Miss Phoebe said.

Betty crossed her arms, stuck out her bottom lip, and glared up at her Caregiver.

“Young lady, you’re on your way to a spanking,” Nanny J said in a very matter-of-fact tone. “I suggest you reverse course before it’s too late.”

Lilly and the other Little present, Mina, watched with bated breath. Baby Betty—Lilly suspected that was not her real name but simply a moniker she’d adopted—had a history of being bratty. A short history, Lilly thought. But she’d witnessed no less than three spankings and time-outs in the short time she’d been at the Ranch. To say she was a handful was an understatement. The young woman seemed to court trouble. She could be sweet, too. Thankfully, this was one of those times.

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