“A nap?” I curl up my nose.
“Yes, Little one.”
I sigh as he guides me up the stairs and finally into our bedroom. When we reach the bed, he sits on the edge and grips my shoulders. “We’re entering new territory, Simone. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’ve been ready for four years.
“From this moment forward, I want you to let go of all the control you’ve been holding on to. Can you do that for me?”
“I think so.”
He slides his hands to my neck. It’s such a possessive move. It makes me shiver.
“Let yourself be Little. Let your Little side take over. We’ll experiment with what you need until we nail it down. And then we’ll let it change as often as necessary.”
He says all the right things. It’s almost too good to be true. I’m overwhelmed with emotion as I lean into him and wrap my arms around him.
When he angles me away, he reaches for the hem of my dress. “Except when I give you a single swat to reprimand you, I will always spank your bare bottom. I want you naked this time. I want you to feel fully vulnerable. I want you to relax into the scene and let yourself purge all those icky feelings.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pulls my dress over my head and sets it at the foot of the bed.
My breath hitches when he stands to pull the covers back, stripping them most of the way down the mattress. I start trembling with anticipation. This is overwhelming. So many emotions are already flooding my system, and we haven’t even started.
I let him strip off the rest of my clothes, ending with my bra. The truth is my Little is a bit self-conscious about my boobs. They aren’t small, pert globes like Natasha has. They’re kind of big and heavy by comparison. Sometimes, I wish they were tiny so I could go without a bra when I’m in Little space. I’ve rarely done so, even in the privacy of my apartment.
I instinctively cross my arms. Daddy has seen me naked every single day. He gives me baths. He holds me at night when I’m wearing nothing but a T-shirt. He often helps me dress and undress. But he’s about to spank me, and that’s sucking me deeper into Little space, which makes me wish I were tiny.
“Why are you covering yourself, Little one?”
I shrug.
“Lower your arms, Simone.”
I take a deep breath and drop my hands to my sides. I’m not being rational, but I can’t help it. Pretending I’m smaller than I am is instinctive.
“You have the most spectacular body I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, Simone. I’ve noticed you feel self-conscious at times. I suspect that’s your Little. Is it simply that your Little is shier than your adult side? Or do you have some body dysmorphia when it comes to your Little?”
Why does he have to be so astute? My breath hitches.
“Which is it, Little one?”
I lick my lips. “I kind of wish my boobs were smaller when I’m in Little space.”
He eases his hands up my body until he’s supporting my breasts. “Your body is exactly perfect. Littles come in all shapes and sizes. You know that.”
I shrug. “Rationally, I know, but lots of Littles go without a bra. They even do at Surrender. I think it helps them feel Littler. I’ve never been able to do that. My boobs are too big.”
“Simone, every inch of you is just right. How do you think larger Littles who can’t fit into some of the clothes others wear feel? Or really skinny Littles who don’t have much chest at all? Everyone has their insecurities. Own your body, Little one.”
I inhale deeply as I look down. “I’ll try.”
Daddy surprises me by bending over to kiss first one nipple and then the other. “Perfection.”
My body heats. He’s touched me intimately many times in the tub, but he doesn’t linger. He didn’t this time either, but kissing my nipples is very sexual. The contact was not for clinical purposes of washing or drying me.
My nipples are hard points now, and I wish he would do it again and maybe suck them this time. My cheeks feel hot.
