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I giggle. “This is true. There are a lot of Littles who like to get into trouble. I think they just like to get their bottoms spanked.”
Lizzy laughs hard. “Yeah, I remember that. Nothing like that happens here. We don’t have that much freedom.”
I tap my lips. “In a way it’s like a different kind of freedom. I mean, I feel like Littles living here more fully regressed are actually submitting on a much deeper level, and there’s a lot of freedom in turning over all your power to a caregiver and not having to make any decisions.”
Lizzy nods. “You’re exactly right. I certainly wouldn’t trade it. Even when I’m here at work, I’m still under Daddy’s control, and Ms. Whitman makes me behave and follow the rules. If I get into trouble, she tells my Daddy, and I get my bottom spanked hard.”
“I think it’s an amazing place to live. I’m not sure I would want to stay here fulltime, but visiting for a week every year would be heavenly.”
“A lot of people feel that way. It’s rejuvenating. Literally. Most Littles leave here refreshed and ready to return to their other lives well rested and in better health from all the formula.”
“That makes sense.” I look down at my three books and finger the edges. I wonder what my life is going to look like when we return. I have decisions to make. Options to consider. And two Daddies who may or may not like my choices.
I glance at them and find them both watching me. They’re smiling. They love me. They adore me. What would they think if I told them what I was considering?
ChapterNine
“Whatcha reading, sweet girl?” Papa asks that evening.
I’m lying on my tummy in the playpen in the cabin, flipping through the pages of the book about how to keep a kitten stimulated. It’s my favorite one. I shrug. “Just a book.”
Papa leans over the side of the playpen, picks up my other two books, glances at the covers, and then sets them back on the rug next to me. His brow is furrowed. “That’s a lot of reading about pets, sweet girl.” He leans his elbows on the side of my playpen. “You’ve never mentioned an interest in cats and dogs before.”
Daddy joins Papa and reaches over to ruffle my pigtails. “What’s this about pets?”
“I think our girl is interested in getting a pet,” Papa tells him.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I just wanted to read about them.”
Daddy’s brows furrow. “Why would you want to read about kittens and puppies if you aren’t interested in getting one?”
I shrug. “Just am.” I don’t want to get into this with them right now. I shouldn’t have even checked out the books. It was an impulse move. Maybe not my best decision.
Papa reaches over the side of the playpen, picks me up with his hands under my arms, and swings me into the air before settling me on his hip.
I glance back at my books longingly.
“Time for your bath and then bed, sweet girl. You can tell us more about how you don’t want any pets tomorrow,” he teases, nibbling on my neck.
He makes me giggle, and I don’t bother correcting him. I mean sure, who doesn’t want to get a kitten or puppy? But asking for a pet seems almost worse than asking if I can go to school. They take up a lot of time, and they cost a lot of money.
I don’t like to ask my Daddies to spend money on me. They were so kind to take me into their home, help me find myself, guide me into being a much better well-adjusted human and Little. I owe them for everything they’ve done for me. I don’t want to make their lives difficult or cost them more money than I already do. I don’t want to be a burden.
I don’t want to do anything that might risk upsetting the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I remind myself once again how lucky I am. I have two Daddies. They dote on me like I’m the sun. I know they love me. I’m certain of it. They tell me all the time.
But what’s scarier is that I love them. So much. And the thought of ever doing anything that might cause them not to love me anymore makes me panic. I can’t. I won’t. I’m a good Little girl. I have to be. I won’t risk losing my Daddies because I couldn’t be content with what I have.
“Are you okay, Baby girl?” Daddy asks me as soon as we’re in the bathroom. He pulls my shirt over my head while Papa fills the tub. “You look kind of sad.”
“I’m fine, Daddy. Just tired.”
“That’s certainly understandable. We had a busy day. You’re going to sleep like the dead.” He removes my diaper next, leaving me naked.
I shiver when he pats my bottom.
“Turn around. Let me see your tush, Baby girl. We spanked you pretty hard this morning.”
My face heats as I do as I’m told.
