Page 16 of My Young Rebel Daddy

I loved my first spanking from Jason – well,lovedis maybe too strong a word, but you know what I mean!

There was something so magical about being put in that truly submissive position and given some much needed discipline. The fact that the spanks came from a gorgeous Daddy who is significantly younger than me was extra-special too.

I know it’s very early days in our relationship, but I can’t help feeling that me and Jason might be perfect for each other.

Jason seems so different from all of the Daddies I used to meet when I worked in finance. He’s not obsessed with material items or money, and doesn’t care about whether I’m wearing designer clothes or what restaurant I can get reservations at.

Jason is my young construction Daddy and that’s just perfect for what I need.

Of course, the fact that he’s now going to be building my dream home is a bonus. I didn’t give him the building contract because he’s hot – LOL, well maybe that was atinyfactor in my thinking!

The real reason I gave Jason the contract was because I could see just how much it meant to him. He’s young, he’s hungry for work, and he sets high standards – in some ways Jason reminds me of me when I started out in the investment banking world.

Anyway, provided we can avoid too many complications from my stuck up neighbor Christopher Snoot, I think my dream home build will be up and running very quickly indeed.

Meanwhile, I’ve got more pressing matters to be thinking about.

Just kidding! I’m having a stuffie tea party with my Little friend Aaron at the Baby Salad Café.

‘A little juice, Rosie?’ I giggle, pouring out a miniature cup of juice for my darling Rosie.

‘I think Torben might need to go potty soon,’ Aaron laughs, stroking his stuffie, a delightfully squishy yellow dog called Torben. ‘He’s eaten enough cake to feed an entire litter of pups!’

The two of us laugh and giggle as we continue to play.

The Baby Salad Café would look like any other café in the world from the outside. But in the playroom at the back, Littles like Aaron and me are free to be exactly who we want to be.

Not everyone in the world understands what it means to be a Little, but I love the fact that I can come here and simply be myself and feel totally safe and secure.

Speaking of which, it’s time for mine and Aaron’s milkies…

‘Mmmm, it’s so warm,’ I say, taking my bottle of milk and holding it in both hands. ‘Just perfect.’

‘Has your Daddy given you milkies yet?’ Aaron says, suckling down some milk as he lies on his back. ‘Milk time with my Daddy is the best!’

‘No, not yet,’ I say, wishing Jason was here right now feeding me. ‘Hopefully soon. It’s still early. I’ve only just had my first…’

‘Your first…?’ Aaron says, his eyes lighting up in sheer delight.

‘My first… spanking!’ I squeal, immediately taking the plastic teat in my mouth and sucking down some milk.

‘Did your Daddy turn your booty red? Did he? Did he?’ Aaron whoops.

‘He sure did,’ I say, my cheeks flushing red as I’m taken back into the moment. ‘It was only twelve spanks. But… they werehard.’

‘OMG, sometimes the less spanks the worse,’ Aaron says. ‘My Daddy Rafa does a thing where he does only six spanks but each one is hard enough to have me kicking my legs like the wildest horse in Texas.’

‘Yikes!’ I say, knowing that a former tennis champion like Rafa is likely to be a powerful, accurate spanker. ‘I think I’ve got a lot more to come from Jason too. He doesn’t like me interfering in his building work. I understand why, but it’s too hard to resist!’

‘Especially when you know you might be over his lap as a punishment, right?’ Aaron giggles, halfway through his bottle of milk and with a look of sleepy satisfaction on his face.

‘Totally,’ I grin, the potential for another dose of Daddy discipline turning over in my imagination. ‘Okay, let’s finish our milkies and have a nap. I’m meeting with Daddy after lunch,and I think we’ve got a lot of work to get through with planning for the house build.’

‘Race to see who’s asleep first?’ Aaron giggles.

‘No fair! You’re ahead of me on the milk!’ I protest, grabbing my bottle and beginning to suckle.

I might not finish my milk and get to sleep before Aaron, but I have a feeling that when I do go down for my nap I’ll be thinking of a certain hunky, stern, and utterly irresistible young Daddy by the name of Jason Rock…

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