I hold her close and carry her to the row of clothes. “I got outfits in a variety of ages. I figure we’ll experiment. Maybe in the end you’ll decide you really like to play at a particular age. Maybe you’ll want to switch things up now and then. We’ll figure it out together.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Do you want to pick something out?”
“You pick.”
I slide her to the floor and reach for the drawers under her dresses. The first thing I pull out is a pack of panties. When I open them, she claps her hands together.
“What’s making you giddy about panties, Little one?”
“I’m just excited. I’ve never had a Daddy before. No one has ever bought me Little things. I mean, I have a lot of stuff in my apartment, and some of it I’ve worn to Surrender, but a lot of it has never been seen by anyone else.”
“And what age range do you usually prefer at home?” I ask as I squat down to put a pair of panties on her. They’re pink bikini panties with a little bow at the front. They make me want to forget breakfast, tug her to the floor, and rub my nose up and down the cotton until she comes without direct contact on her clit. I know she can. She’s so sensitive.
She shrugs, which surprises me. “I never really think about it when I’m alone. I just put on comfortable jammies and stuff and watch cartoons or color. I eat bad foods like boxed mac and cheese or frosted flakes. I use sippy cups. I’m not sure what age I feel most comfortable at because no one is there to Daddy me.”
I grab her hips and meet her gaze from my squatted position. “Well, you’re here now, and I’m here to Daddy you.”
I love how bright her smile is.
“Now, next question. Bra or no bra?”
She chews on her bottom lip.
“I know you’re self-conscious about your boobs, Simone, but you don’t need to be around me. If you’re uncomfortable not wearing a bra, you should wear one. I won’t insist on anything that makes you feel uneasy. Every aspect of this dynamic needs to feel right to us. If anything doesn’t, we won’t do it again. The goal is for you to be happy and well-adjusted in your skin. Also horny.”
She giggles.
I slide my hands around to cup her breasts. “I know you think your boobs are big, but they’re not huge, Little one. They’re just right. It’s not like they sag down to your knees when they aren’t supported,” I tease. “They don’t sag at all. They’re perky.”
She bites her lip, fighting a grin.
“What? Do I sound old?”
“Kinda.”
“I am old, naughty girl. You like me this way.” I give her nipples a slight tweak.
She releases her lip and arches toward me. “It’s true. Apparently, I like old guys.”
My fingers are still on her nipples, and I pinch them harder. “Watch it, sassy girl. You better only like one old guy. The others are off-limits.”
“Definitely just one.”
I stand and turn to select a dress for her. After I pull it off the hanger, I hold it up for her to look at. “No one is going to see you, Simone. It’s just you and me. I’m fine if you spend the entire day in just those panties,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you are.”
“What do you think?” The dress is pale pink because I think she’s interested in embracing her pink side at the moment. It’s cotton. Nothing fancy. It’s short. It will barely cover her panties. If she gets cold, I’ll put some pink leggings on her.
She licks her lips. “The thing is, I’ve been jealous of Natasha on this subject.”
I frown. “How so?”
“Well, she has cute little boobs, and she never wears a bra at home. If I looked like her, I’d never wear a bra. When she and Jameson finally pulled their heads out of their…butts, he started dressing her, and they went through this whole thing where he didn’t give her bras ever, not even for class. They argued about it, and he bought her these silly training bras. That annoyed her, too, because she still couldn’t focus in class. The bras made her feel really young even when she wasn’t looking down at herself.”
I cup her face. “I’m aware of most of that, Little one.”
