“Or even touching knives, the stove, climbing on furniture, running in the house, cussing.”
She bites her lip. She’s catching on, and she’s not balking. I think she’s curious. Thank fuck.
“And this is somehow sexy?”
I chuckle. “Sexy as fuck. Not every couple incorporates age play with sex, but I do. My cock has been busting the seams of my jeans all day from bathing you, feeding you, changing you. If you were skipping around the house in a cute dress that barely covered your bottom and I kept getting a glimpse of your cotton panties, I’d be hard all the time.”
She searches my face. “Huh, really?”
“Absolutely.” I reach out and cup the side of her breast. “I wouldn’t give you a bra either. I’d leave your breasts bare underneath so I could see your pretty nipples poking against the material. What’s not sexy about that?”
“I’ve seen more and more women wearing what they call baby-doll dresses. I assume that’s the kind of thing you’re talking about. It’s actually a fashion trend. They wear pigtails, too. I see them out and wonder how the hell they keep people from seeing their panties. Those dresses fall like an inch below their butt cheeks.”
“Yep. Sexy as fuck.”
She draws in a deep breath. She’s smiling. “Maybe I’ve even thought they were cute, but what use would I have for a dress like that? I never leave my apartment.”
“Well, you still won’t leave the house dressed like that. I’d have to kill four men before we got out of the lobby. But you could wear something like that if we were going to a play party with other Littles. Or the BDSM club I mentioned. Surrender. I’d either put a coat over you or change you when we got to our destination. I’m not interested in sharing any part of you with vanilla folks.”
“Vanilla?”
“People who aren’t part of a kink community. All bets are off if we have friends over who practice the same kink. There’s nothing more freeing than a house full of Little girls running around playing while the Daddies talk with each other. I’ve spent my entire adult life looking for the perfect Little girl to attend such an event with me. I’m hoping I’ve found her.”
June leans back again, resting her head on the couch cushions. “So many thoughts are rushing through my head.”
I smile.
“You want to spank me.”
“More than I want air. But I would never do anything you didn’t agree to, and I won’t strike you if it triggers you. Sometimes, when people have been abused, they can’t tolerate any form of impact play. Sometimes it’s the opposite and they crave a way to get release. A firm spanking can give a Little girl a much-needed outlet for emotional overload.”
She squirms.
Fuck me.
“Abuse is a very different animal. It’s mean and cruel and vindictive. It’s meant to humiliate and torment. That will never be my goal. I will never strike you in anger. Not ever. You’ll never even see anger directed at you from me. Spanking is more of a game. Most Littles enjoy it so much that they intentionally break the rules because they want their naughty bottoms swatted.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. You might feel stressed from a long day of work and decide to throw your food off your plate so that I’ll have to take you over my knees and spank you. The pain has a way of driving out life’s frustrations.”
“I guess I can see that.”
“Some Littles don’t like to misbehave, so instead, they ask for a spanking when they need one. That’s okay, too.”
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“No rush. I won’t pressure you.”
She laughs hard, tipping her head back. “You won’t pressure me? I had to practically shove you out of the bathroom so I could pee in private.”
I chuckle. “Okay, maybe I will nudge you.”
“Nudge!” Her voice rises. So does her laughter.
It warms my heart. I’m wrapped so tightly around this Little girl’s pinky that she could get me to sit on the floor and do puzzles with her. I’d probably buy her a puppy if she asked. Any fucking thing she wanted. All she’d have to do is bat her pretty eyes.
I can’t stop grinning.
