Page 1 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

CHAPTER ONE

CHARLOTTE

“Diana is here!” James told Charlotte as he walked into the kitchen. “Turn the oven off, and you can leave.”

Charlotte turned the oven off, grabbed her things, and headed out of the bakery and into her friend’s car. Today was one of the days her friend picked her up and dropped her off at her house.

Diana didn’t always pick her up because she had work, but when she did, Charlotte was thankful. The walk wasn’t long to her house, but after a day full of baking delicious treats, it was nice to be off her feet.

“Buckle up,” Diana reminded Charlotte as she slipped into the car.

She had a tendency to forget to buckle herself up. Charlotte wasn’t in cars a lot; she didn’t like to drive, and Diana didn’t pick her up a lot.

“Good girl, Charlie. Now, how was work today?” Diana asked as she pulled out of the driveway.

Charlotte loved and hated when Diana called her Charlie. When she was in little space, that’s what Diana called her. It always made her feel small and ready to just be little.

“It was fine,” Charlotte whispered.

It was anything but fine. The past hour had been an absolute wreck, and Charlotte didn’t want to tell Diana about it. She knew she would get an earful about it from her, about her safety and all, and she already got that from James, her boss who was also a Daddy Dom to his wife who worked with her.

Charlotte shuddered at the thought of what happened an hour ago. She was taking out cupcakes from the oven when she stepped on a towel that was hanging from the oven’s handle and slipped. It was like it happened just a couple of minutes ago, still fresh on her mind.

Charlotte placed all of her weight on her feet as she lifted the heavy and hot cupcake pan out of the oven. She let out a high pitched squeal as her foot slipped from under her, the cupcake pan flying out of her hands and landing on the ground with a loud bang, as cupcake crumbles flew everywhere in the kitchen.

She landed hard on her bottom, a small scream came out of her mouth, and her hand reached around to rub her abused bottom.

“Owie.” Her butt was throbbing.

Wincing, she pulled herself off the ground and looked around. Horror filled her face as she took in the state of the kitchen. Pieces of cupcake littered the whole kitchen floor.

Tears sprang to Charlotte’s eyes as an overwhelming feeling flowed through her body. All that hard work had gone down the drain in a couple of seconds. What was she going to do with such limited time to make more cupcakes? There was almost no chance they’d cool enough to frost before the customer arrived.

“Charlotte?” Diana called out her name. “Are you paying attention to me?”

She still felt the fear, adrenaline, and worry that coursed through her body. The worry that she wouldn’t be able to get the cupcakes out to the customer and disappoint James at the same time.

Mishaps had been happening at the bakery more and more recently. She didn’t intend for them, and she always managed to fix the problem, but James found out about each and every one of them and hadn’t fired her yet. Charlotte worried that each time she made a mistake, he would fire her, but he never did and kept telling her that he wouldn’t.

Turning her head, she looked over at Diana before she looked out the window and didn’t recognize the surroundings.

“Where are we going?” Charlotte asked.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. We’re going to BTS tonight. You remember Behind the Scenes, the club for littles, Daddies, and Mommies?” Diana said, briefly glancing at Charlotte.

Fear coursed through Charlotte’s body. She didn’t want to go to BTS.

“Anywhere but there,” she found herself saying.

BTS was a BDSM club that a lot of people went to. It really catered to littles and their caregivers, but they had smaller sections for other aspects of BDSM.

“I think it’ll be great for you to go. I know you’ve been suppressing your little side more. It'll be good for you to go and let go. Maybe you’ll find a Daddy of your own.” Diana drove to the club.

Charlotte shook her head. As much as she wanted a Daddy, she didn’t want to look for one right now. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep; she didn’t want to go out and play. That’s what she told herself anyway. Deep down, she knew that she wanted to let her little free. She didn’t want to be held back anymore.

She was stressed from life, not having enough money to pay bills, and working a lot. Charlotte had a problem when she was little; she loved to buy things she saw on TV commercials or the internet: stuffies, baby bottles, blankies, and pacifiers.

Recently, she’d woken after spending a night in little space to find her computer littered with open internet tabs. After feverishly clicking through them—tallying each purchase as she went—Charlotte had discovered she’d spent over two hundred dollars on things she didn’t need and couldn’t afford.

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