“I’m nervous,” Lillian whispers to me as we enter the main club.
I hold her hand. “You’ll be fine. You’ve watched enough videos and done enough research that you shouldn’t be too stunned. It’s still going to be jarring in person, but don’t worry. Everyone is a bit shocked the first time they come to a club.”
Daddy keeps my hand in his and a close eye on Lillian while he patiently shows her around the various stations in the main room.
Lillian looks at me and whispers, “But this isn’t where you normally hang out?”
“No. Never. I mostly don’t even look left or right in here. I pass right on through and head for the daycare. It’s where all the Littles hang out. It’s a soothing place to play games, do puzzles, color, or anything that makes you happy.”
“That sounds more my speed.”
Daddy smiles. “You girls ready for the daycare then?”
We head down the hall that leads to the cheerful Littles’ room. It’s set up to look like an outdoor playground, with the walls and ceiling painted blue with clouds, the floor covered with green carpet to represent grass, and even a white picket fence.
Lillian’s face lights up when we arrive. “Oh, wow. This looks like fun. How could it be considered a fetish?”
I giggle. “Girl, do you not see how I dress and act?”
“Well, yes, but being Little doesn’t seem to require the same level of submission as someone who gets strapped to one of those St. Andrew’s crosses so they can get flogged.” She shudders.
Daddy chuckles.
I think she needs a bit more education. “There’s often a lot more to being Little than playing and dressing up. Daddy and I have been discreet in front of you, but most Littles in relationships follow strict rules. When we break them, we get spanked or punished in a variety of fashions.”
“Well, poop. The playing looks fun. I’m not sure I’d want someone to spank me.” Lillian pushes out a lip.
I laugh. “Don’t knock it until you try it, but some Littles just come here to play with others and relieve stress. Until I got together with Camden, I never had a Daddy tell me what to do.”
Daddy tugs my head back by one pigtail. “Would you care to rephrase that, naughty girl?”
When he releases my pigtail, I decide that would be in my best interest. “What I meant to say is that Daddies provide guidance and rules to help Littles feel cherished,” I say with a bit too much sass in my voice. I can’t help it.
Lillian’s gaze lifts to Camden’s, undoubtedly because she can see his face.
When I tip my head back, I find he has one brow lifted. “Would you care to tell your sister why you’re being so sassy, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
“I didn’t think so. Next time you sass me, I’ll let you explain the benefits to her in great detail,” he informs me.
Lillian waves a hand between us. “I don’t need a map. I get it. You misbehave and break the rules because it makes you horny when he reprimands you. Now, let’s move on.” She scrunches her nose. “I’d rather not think about my sister doing the dirty.”
I giggle. I wonder how many men she’s had sex with. I haven’t told her my total was zero until a few weeks ago. Just because I was kind of a prude doesn’t mean she has been. Though chances are she never had much of an opportunity to do anything while she was living with our parents. They kept a tight rein on her after I skipped town. I seriously doubt she would have ever brought a vibrator into the house. There’s no way I would have. Mom would have had a heart attack and embarrassed me to death if she’d found one.
I turn to Daddy. “May I show Lillian around and introduce her to a few people?”
“Of course.” He glances at his watch. “We have about a half hour before our room is available.”
I grab Lillian’s hand and guide her deeper into the daycare, trying not to think about the fact that in thirty minutes, Daddy will once again be spanking me hard. I’m looking forward to it, but I’m also nervous about doing something like that here at the club. Even though the room is private, Daddy’s friend Bryson will be watching closely.
Several Littles are already playing. When I spot Colton’s Little, I head toward her and her best friend. They turn toward us as we approach.
“Hey. I want you to meet my sister. Lillian, this is Eve and Leah. Eve is Colton’s Little girl. You met him the day I went to the police station. Leah is Craig’s Little girl.”
Lillian gives them both a wave. “Nice to meet you.”
Eve grins. “You two look a lot alike.”
