Page 19 of Chasing Amber

“So, tell me,” I nudge before taking a bite of a pimento sandwich. These are so yummy.

“Well, first of all, you should know that Littles play in all different age ranges. I play at a pretty young age.”

“Like, how old?”

“Like, toddler range.”

I slowly nod, trying to imagine what all that might involve.

“Which means I’m not permitted to touch the oven or stove. I don’t go near the knives. There’s no running in the house. No leaving without one of them. No cussing. No shouting. No talking back.”

I’m slightly shocked. I shouldn’t be, but I am. It’s one thing to know that my brother and his family practice this particular kink. It’s another thing to hear the specifics. “And if you break a rule?”

Her cheeks pinken again. “I get spanked, and usually, I have to stand in timeout afterward.” She licks her lips. “They always spank my bare bottom. That’s kind of a BDSM thing. I’m sure you’ve seen it at the club. Daddies like to see the skin they’re spanking so they can be sure they don’t injure the submissive. And then…” She draws in a breath and looks down at her plate. Her voice lowers. “And then they make me stand in the corner, holding my dress up so my red-hot bottom is on display.”

I can’t breathe. I’m doing everything I can to ignore the fact that this is my brother we’re talking about. Anything more would be TMI. But I can’t keep from picturing what it would be like for Isaac to spank me. I’m about to hyperventilate over the idea of spending time in the corner.

Cassandra lifts her head. “Sorry. You asked.”

I nod. “I did. Don’t be sorry. I want to know.”

“So, yeah, I play pretty young. I have toys and dolls that are young. I can’t explain it, but it’s freeing to let go and let someone else take care of me.”

I giggle. “That’s the word I keep thinking—freeing.”

She smiles. “It’s appropriate.”

“How much time are you alone?”

“Almost never.” She grins. “Because how long would you leave a toddler alone? See? If I’m fully in the role, one of them is usually with me. Occasionally, I play in here for a while without them, but there’s a baby monitor, and they’re always watching.” She points to the corner of the room by the ceiling.

I gasp. “Shit.” Then I cover my mouth as though I’ve broken one of her rules, and they apply to me. I lean in and whisper. “Can they hear me?”

She’s smiling. “Yes, but I’m sure, right now, they’re simply spot-checking me on one of their phones in mute. They won’t show Isaac.”

I squeeze my thighs together tighter. I feel warm and can’t believe how titillating I find all this. I’ve never thought hard about it before, and certainly not from a sexual perspective. “Do they even let you pee alone?”

Her smile grows. “Sometimes.”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “I was kidding.”

She giggles. “I wasn’t. I haven’t washed my own body since the night I moved in,” she adds.

I lean back, holding on to the edge of the table to keep from fainting. Somehow, I never realized her lifestyle was quite so intense. I don’t know if I would like to live quite that young. I’m kind of stunned. And kind of aroused.

She waves a hand through the air. “Enough serious talk.” Her voice rises, making me realize her Little voice is at a higher octave than her adult one. “Let’s eat cake!”

She turns the plate so that the tiny cakes face us, and we each take three of them. They’re so small that I can pop one in my mouth all at once.

Cassandra glances at the camera, which I now know is in the corner of the room, and takes a bite out of one of the cakes, turning it into two mouthfuls.

I giggle. “Will someone spank you if you put too much food in your mouth at once?”

“Definitely.”

When we’re stuffed, Cassandra jumps up and turns on some music. It’s not very loud, but it’s upbeat and fun. “Do you want to know the best part about wearing dresses like this?” She grabs the hem, indicating the short length and fullness. Her dresses—including the one I’ve borrowed—are definitely what a toddler would wear.

“What?” I ask as I join her.

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