Page 226 of Daddy's Naughty List

As she hit the submit button, a giddy laugh bubbled up from Lulu's chest. She hugged herself tightly, imagining Flopsy's soft ears brushing against her cheek in reassurance.

"We're going on an adventure, Flopsy," she whispered to the stuffie hidden deep within her backpack. "A whole new world, just for us. I can’t wait!"

She didn’t have long to wait.

The very next day, she received a reply from Chuck North, the head of Littlecreek Ranch, with a form for her to fill out. It was full of questions about discipline, her relationship status, and what she was looking for from her visit.

She filled it in with glee, squirming at options for soft and hard limits. Any of the caregivers at the ranch were able to give discipline, provided that a sub gave their consent, and there was an option to be in Littlespace 24/7, which appealed hugely to her. She’d be expected to join in with ranch chores and would enjoy riding lessons and other ranch activities while she was there. With each page she filled in, her excitement grew and grew.

Thankfully, she didn’t have long to wait for a response. Chuck North gave her a phone call, to make sure she was who she said she was. He sounded stern on the phone, but definitely not asshole-stern like Mark from work. He told her that he would book her a flight to the ranch within forty-eight hours, and to pack “for all occasions”.

Her travel day came round in a flash. She was lucky to have the whole row of plane seats to herself. That meant that, as the plane took off, she was comfortable pulling Flopsy out and pressing him up to the window.

"Look, Flopsy," she whispered. "Isn't it beautiful? We’re going somewhere far away from the city."

As the plane soared through wisps of cloud, Lulu's mind drifted to Littlecreek Ranch. She pictured cozy cabins nestled amidst snow-dusted pines, horses frolicking in open pastures, a crackling fireplace casting a warm glow.

But more than the idyllic setting, it was the promise of acceptance that made Lulu's heart race. A place where she could be herself, wholly and unabashedly. Where her Little side would be celebrated, not hidden away.

"Do you think we'll make friends, Flopsy? Maybe even find . . . a special connection?"

The idea both thrilled and terrified her. Lulu had never allowed herself to dream of romance. She barely had time for friendships, let alone a relationship. And the thought of having to seek out a Daddy Dom who was also compatible with her was extremely daunting.

“Probably won’t happen.” She sighed.

But as the plane descended into Montana, the rugged landscape stretching out in a majestic welcome, Lulu felt a flicker of hope ignite within her.

Perhaps Christmas would work its magic. With Flopsy clutched to her chest and a trembling smile on her lips, Lulu stepped out into the crisp Montana air, ready to embrace the new chapter that awaited her.

Louisa stepped out of the taxi, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she took in the picturesque sight of Littlecreek Ranch. It was exactly how she’d pictured it. A gentle whinny drifted on the breeze, and Louisa couldn't help but smile at the thought of meeting the horses.

"Well, Flopsy, we made it," she whispered to the stuffed rabbit nestled in her arms. "Can you believe it?"

As if in response, a friendly voice called out, "You must be Louisa Jones! Welcome to Littlecreek Ranch."

Lulu turned to see a woman with kind eyes and a warm smile approaching. She wore a cozy flannel shirt and well-worn jeans, the very picture of ranch life.

"I'm Sara, one of the staff members here. It's so wonderful to have you with us!" Sara extended a hand, which Lulu shook with a shy grin.

"Thank you! I'm so excited to be here," Lulu replied, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and delight. "This place is even more beautiful than I imagined. And by the way, you can call me Lulu."

Sara's smile widened. "Just wait until you see the rest, Lulu! Here, let me help you with your bags. I'll give you a little tour on the way to your cabin."

As they walked, Sara pointed out the various amenities—a cozy common room where guests could gather, a sprawling pasture where horses grazed, a serene lake perfect for picnics and quiet reflection. With each new sight, Lulu felt her heart swell with joy and a growing sense of belonging.

Lulu’s eyes widened as they rounded a bend and came upon the heart of Littlecreek Ranch: a towering Christmas tree, adorned with twinkling lights and an array of ornaments that sparkled in the winter sun. The tree stood proudly in the center of the main square, surrounded by a cluster of beautifully wrapped presents in all shapes and sizes.

Sara caught the look of awe on Lulu’s face and chuckled. "We take our Christmas celebrations seriously here at Littlecreek Ranch. It's one of our favorite times of the year."

Lulu felt a wave of childlike wonder wash over her as she took in the sight before her. The tree seemed to reach for the sky, its branches heavy with baubles that shimmered like jewels. She noticed handmade decorations crafted with care, each one adding a unique touch to the festive display.

"Isn't it magical?" Sara asked, her voice filled with infectious cheer.

Lulu nodded, unable to tear her gaze away.

Finally, they reached a charming cabin set slightly apart from the others. "This is your little haven," Sara said, opening the door to reveal a space that seemed plucked straight from Lulu’s dreams.

A plush bed was piled high with soft blankets and pillows, while a snug armchair sat beside a picture window overlooking the ranch. Lulu's eyes widened as she spotted a shelf filled with coloring books, stuffed animals, and other Little delights.

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