Foster
I sit in the corner of the room while Amelia sleeps like the dead for two hours. She doesn’t even move. In fact, I get up to make sure she’s breathing like a nervous Daddy several times.
When she finally blinks awake, it’s almost dinner time. I had considered waking her but decided even if she slept all night, I would leave her alone. She’s so very tired.
She pushes to sitting as I come toward her. The blankets fall to her lap, and my sweet girl doesn’t try to cover herself.
“Daddy?” She glances around. “What time is it?”
“Almost dinner time.” I sit next to her. “I didn’t want to wake you. If you’re too tired, you can stay in bed and I’ll fix you a smoothie.”
She shakes her head and looks at me. “I feel better. Can I please join the other girls for movie night?”
“Of course. I got a message from Roman a while ago. They’re planning to start with dinner in the kitchen in half an hour, but you don’t have to rush if you don’t feel up to it.”
“I want to go, Daddy. I want to spend time with them. Lucy and Eve are only here for two days. They must be wondering why I ran off and didn’t swim with them.” She tips her head back, blinking at me. “What will I tell them?”
“Whatever you want. They’ll understand.” I lift her chin. “Do you even understand what you were so upset about?”
She nods and my heart clenches. I’m worried about her answer.
“I think I do. I needed some time to process it but I think I get it now.”
“I’m glad. I won’t push you. You can share your thoughts with me when you’re ready.”
She crawls out from under the covers and climbs onto my lap, wrapping her sweet arms around my neck. “Thank you, Daddy. You’re the bestest Daddy in the world.”
My God, she is so very sweet. My heart is so full. I’ve never felt this way before. Not with anyone. Not even with Celia. Celia destroyed me, or so I thought, and yet I never felt as deeply for her as I do for Amelia.
I’m in uncharted territory here. If Amelia decides to end things with me, I’ll be crushed. Seriously damaged. Beyond repair.
The way she’s holding on to me and the way she’s acted since I found her in the woods feels like a good sign. This woman scared me to death when I couldn’t find her and realized she must have wandered down the path.
I was so fucking glad I found her quickly that I’m still simply relieved. I haven’t even considered the fact that she will need to be disciplined. I’m pretty sure she won’t balk though. I get the impression she wants to be punished. Craves it even.
I lean her back so I can look at her face. As much as I love holding her nearly naked body, if we don’t get moving soon, I’m going to end up inside her instead of taking her to movie night. “Shall I find you something to wear?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She releases me and sits back on her bottom while I head to the closet.
I flip through the dresses I’ve purchased for her and select one. When I turn around, I can’t keep from pausing just to look at her. She’s on her knees, her weight shifting back and forth in excitement. Her panties are pale pink with a little bow at her belly button. Her breasts are fucking amazing—high and small with the sexiest little nipples.
Her hair is messy in the buns I gathered on top of her head. I’ll need to fix it, but right now I wish I had a picture.
“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” she asks as she drops her hands and crawls across the bed toward me.
She’s like a kitten, purring as her breasts sway slightly and her hair looks like ears now.
I somehow manage to shake myself out of my frozen stupor and approach her. When she rises onto her knees on the edge of the bed, I lift the dress over her head.
As it drops down her arms and around her body, she gasps. “Daddy, I love it.” She runs her hands down the front. It’s pale pink and made of three layers of nearly see-through sheer mesh. It’s sleeveless and has no waist. It hangs from the two inches of delicate fabric at her shoulders. A scatter of several darker pink flowers with little green leaves dance across the front.
She stands and twirls around, letting it flare out just how I pictured. She’s fucking stunning in it with her pale skin and blond hair. The material is so thin that even with the layers, I can see the outline of her rosy nipples. It’s revealing, and if she turns too fast, everyone will see her panties.
I wasn’t certain how she would feel about it, but judging by the look on her face, I’d say she loves it. My heart is full.
“Sit on your bottom, sweet girl.” I leave her for a moment and return with pale pink frilly ankle socks and pink ballet slippers.
She giggles as I put them on her. “I feel like a princess going to a ball.”
I tap her nose. “Well, you’re a Little girl going to a junk-food movie night instead, but almost the same.” I lift her off the bed, settling my forearm under her bottom to carry her to the bathroom. After standing her on her feet, I fix her pigtails and add thick pale pink ribbons.
She’s beaming as she spins around and hugs me. When she finally steps back, she looks at her knees. “And my band-aids are pink.”
“Yep. You match. Ready?”
“Yes.”
I reenter the bedroom, change my shirt, and put on my shoes, and then we’re off, my sweet girl skipping alongside me all the way to the main house. She’s in a much better mood than she was the last time we headed in this direction.
“Are you sure no one is mad that I didn’t cook?” she asks as we approach the back doors.
“Positive, sweet girl. Don’t think about it again.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
We step inside to find the kitchen bustling with activity.
“Amy,” Lucy squeals as she races over to hug her friend. “Do you feel better? Did you have a nice nap?”
“Yep. Much better.”
“What happened to your knees?” Leah asks.
“I tripped and fell.” Amelia holds up her hands for them to see her red scraped palms.
“Owie,” Evelyn adds. “Did it hurt?”
Amelia nods. “I cried. But Daddy cleaned it up and put band-aids on it and now it’s all better.”
“I love love love your dress,” Lucy says, fingering the mesh fabric.
“Thank you.” Amelia is beaming.
I’m probably grinning from ear to ear too. She scared the fuck out of me earlier. I’m still damn nervous about what was going through her head, but I’m hoping whatever she tells me ends with her moving into my cabin and living happily ever after in my bed.
Roman and Craig are carrying steaming pans of food to the table.
Colton is filling four plastic cups with milk. He glances at me. “We told the girls if they eat at least a few bites of veggies and fruit and drink their milk, they can have all the junk food they want during the movie.”
“Sounds good.” I resume my spot next to Amelia because I can’t stand not touching her. When she wraps her arms around my waist, I breathe easier. Eventually, I lift her up and settle her on a chair, pushing her in.
I serve her a plate with green beans and peaches in two of the compartments of her plastic plate. In the larger section, I add mac and cheese that looks and smells delicious.
“Who made the mac and cheese?” I ask, glancing around. It’s definitely homemade.
“Amy did.” Lucy giggles. “We found it marked in the fridge for tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind we popped it in the oven for tonight.”
Amelia shakes her head, smiling. “Perfect.”
I know that makes her feel better. Part of this meal was made with her loving chef hands after all. Dinner is a whirlwind of Little girls stuffing their mouths because they want to get to the movie part of the night.
When Roman excuses them, they race down the stairs, ignoring his booming voice telling them not to run.
We take five minutes to clean up the kitchen enough that Amelia won’t have to work too hard in the morning before joining the girls who have already selected an animated movie. The projector is on and the opening scene is about to play.
On the floor in front of the stadium seating sit four Little girls in a giant pile of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. They’re surrounded by bowls of popcorn, Cheetos, animal crackers, and gummy bears.
“Take it easy on the snacks, girls,” Roman admonishes. “If you eat too much and get a tummy ache there will be sore bottoms in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir,” Lucy says as she wiggles down into the pile of blankets, holding Amelia’s hand.
The next two hours involve a lot of whispering and giggling and laughter. I have no idea what the movie was about because I couldn’t take my eyes off my sweet girl. She looks precious in that dress and doesn’t seem to mind it never covers her bottom and everyone can see her panties. This is true for the other girls, but my eyes are on Amelia.
“You’re toast,” Roman whispers, chuckling.
I grin. No reason to deny it. We’re sitting back far enough the girls can’t hear us.
Colton chuckles. “She’s going to be a handful.”
I keep smiling. My handful.
“She’s gotten younger as the week progressed,” Craig points out.
I nod. I wasn’t sure what the heck she needed from me a few days ago, but she’s very young tonight. She has been since I found her in the woods. Is this where she feels most comfortable? She didn’t even blink when I handed her a sippy cup of water, lid and all.
I’m glad when the movie ends, and I don’t hesitate to scoop my sweet girl out of the Little-girl pile and hug her against me.
“I’ll see you guys in the morning,” she calls over my shoulder to the other girls as I carry her from the room.
“We agreed to a late start tomorrow,” Roman informs us as I pass him. “How about brunch at ten? Everyone can sleep in.”
“I can do that,” Amelia agrees, nodding. Making it clear she intends to do the cooking.
“Excellent,” Craig adds. “I’m looking forward to sleeping late myself.”
I keep walking up the stairs and out the back door.
Amelia giggles. “Are we in a hurry?”
“Yep.”
She hugs me tight around the neck. “Good.” She doesn’t say anything else on the way to the cabin, but she’s pensive as I sit on the couch, keeping her around my waist so she’s straddling my lap.
I set my hands on her hips and stare down at how damn pretty she is. “This is my favorite dress so far,” I whisper.
“Mine too, Daddy.” She cups my face. “It’s very young and naughty.”
I grin. “You noticed that, huh?”
Her cheeks turn adorably pink.
“Are you going to punish me now?”
“Not tonight. Tonight I want to hold you, look at you, and worship you. How does that sound?”
She smiles shyly and her gaze drops to my chest as her fingers come to the buttons. She plays with them absently. “I’m ready to talk now.”
“Okay, sweet girl.” I’m a mixture of scared and excited. This precious Little on my lap can’t possibly be preparing to dump my ass.
“I know I’ve been difficult all week…”
“Amelia…”
She shakes her head. “Just… Just let me talk, okay?”
I nod, pursing my lips, ordering myself not to interrupt her.
She takes a deep breath. “It’s been hard for me. I didn’t think I was truly Little. I mean, maybe that sounds silly since I obviously dabbled, but I didn’t think I could do it in front of anyone else. I never considered it. And then, when we started, I pictured myself being more like a sassy tween if I was going to dabble in age play. But that was all wrong for me.”
She lifts her gaze and meets mine.
I don’t move a muscle. I need to let her get this all out. I know she’s not finished.
She’s breathing heavily as if her next words are really important and hard to admit. “I’m really Little, Daddy. Like maybe four. I like it best when you take care of everything. When you bathe me and dress me and read to me and hold my hand and carry me and all that stuff.”
She bites her lip adorably. Does she think I might be disappointed?
“Is that okay, Daddy?”
My heart is beating out of my chest as I slide my hands around to her back, my thumbs resting under her breasts. “It’s perfect, sweet girl. Exactly perfect.”
She gives me a slight smile. “It might be weird at first because I have to figure out how to separate my headspace when I’m working, but I want to try to make it work. Will you help me?”
“Absolutely.” I’d do anything for her.
“Do you think I could let you dress me every day and somehow manage to work in my Little clothes?” Her brow is furrowed.
“I know we can figure it out together. Leah works in Little clothes.”
“Yeah, but she works alone in her office. She ignores her Little side while she’s writing.”
“And you’re usually alone in the kitchen. Your creative side happens to be cooking instead of writing,” I point out.
She nods slowly and chews on her bottom lip while she processes. “Maybe. But what happens when guests come through the kitchen? It’s not closed off. It’s meant to be homey and welcoming.”
“And the guests will know you’re Little and at work. They all have their own lives that look like many different things.”
She nods again and looks me in the eye. “I have to make it work, so I will,” she declares.
“We will. Together.” I can’t go another moment without touching her, so I slide my thumbs higher and graze them over her nipples through the filmy material.
She arches her breasts toward me and moans. “I like it when you do that, Daddy.”
“I’m glad because I like doing it.”
She looks at me again. “I got confused this morning. I was Little and then not and then I was Little again so fast it was jarring.”
“I’ll be more careful next time, sweet girl, to watch what headspace you’re in and react accordingly.”
“Is it weird if I’m in my Little headspace when we have sex?”
“Nope. There’s no such thing as weird, Amelia. It’s our life. We make the rules.”
“Will you have sex with me again now please?”
I hesitate, wondering if that’s a good idea after the day she’s had. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Daddy. Really sure.” She rocks her pussy against my cock. “I’ve been horny ever since you put this dress on me. And…” She hesitates again.
“What is it, sweet girl? You can tell me anything.” My cock is so hard it’s difficult to keep my voice at a normal pitch, but I don’t want her to hold back anything.
“This afternoon, when I panicked…”
“Yeah. At the pool. You panicked when I threatened to spank you in front of everyone. If that’s something you don’t want me to do, I won’t do it again. I’ll only punish you in private.” I was surprised though. She stood in timeout without a problem and she never reacted to my threats so forcefully before that moment.
Amelia swallows, her cheeks growing a darker pink. “That wasn’t it.”
Oh?
She doesn’t meet my gaze. In fact, she plays with my shirt again. “I wanted you to do that. I wanted you to pull my bathing suit down, expose my bottom to everyone, and spank me in front of them.”
My breath catches in my lungs.
She wiggles, pushing away from me, her face red now, her eyes downcast.
I grab for her before she can climb off my lap, tucking my palms around her bottom and hauling her back to the place where her pussy rested over my cock. “Amelia,” I demand. “Look at me.”
She shakes her head. “I’m embarrassed.”
“I don’t want you to be embarrassed. I’m sorry I hesitated. I was just surprised. I read you wrong. I thought you didn’t want me to suggest something so personal in front of your friends. I’ve felt bad all day for embarrassing you in front of everyone. I thought that’s why you ran.”
She shakes her head, her gaze on my chest.
I ease my hand up to the back of her neck, my thumb grazing her cheek. “Thank you for confiding in me, sweet girl. I need you to always be open with me so I can meet your needs. I can and will meet that need, and there’s nothing to be ashamed about for feeling that way. Lots of Little girls like to be exposed and disciplined in front of other people. Some of them probably can’t articulate it, but they enjoy it.”
“I’m not weird?”
“I already told you there’s no such thing as weird. And no, you’re not.”
She inhales deeply. “I need you to punish me tomorrow for what I did today. In front of everyone. I need you to make me apologize for being rude and disobeying you. I need you to embarrass me.” She lifts her gaze.
I’m so choked up I’m worried my voice will crack, but I clear my throat. “I’ll make that happen, sweet girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Can we maybe…start over?”
“We sure can. Starting now, you’re my Little girl to take care of, discipline, and love.”
She throws her arms around me and hugs me tight.
I love when she does that, but she’s putting a lot of pressure on my aching cock, and I need to be inside her. I slide my hands around to her bottom and reach under the edge of her panties to find her clit.
She gasps when I touch her. “Daddy. Oh, God. Please. Please make it feel better.”
I stand immediately and carry her to the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. “Hands and knees, sweet girl, facing away from me. I want your bottom at the edge of the mattress.”
She scrambles into the position while I yank my shirt over my head, drop it on the floor, and tackle my jeans. I’m naked in seconds and reach for a condom.
My sweet girl is fully dressed, including her ballet slippers. The front layers of her dress hang low enough I can see her tits. Her nipples are hard. They’re nearly always hard.
I make a decision I think she’ll enjoy. I set my hands on her hips and ease them up her sides, pushing the dress higher until it’s gathered loosely under her arms. “Keep your hands where they are,” I tell her so she knows I’m not going to take this dress off.
I don’t personally care what headspace she’s in when we have sex. I know she gets aroused in her Little space. I also know when she gets closer to orgasm, she will close her eyes and moan around her release like the grown woman she is. If she drops back into her Little space afterward, so be it. I’ll manage it.
I palm her breasts gently, rolling her nipples until she whimpers and sways. I torment the tight buds until she can’t keep still. “Stay in this position, Amelia,” I warn.
When she starts panting, I smooth my hands down her body to her panties. I pull them over her hips to her thighs and leave them rolled up around her thighs just below her bottom.
Her shoes are in the way for my plan, so I slip them off but leave her frilly socks. With one hand on her lower back, I wiggle my fingers between her thighs and find her pussy. She’s so wet, and she moans when I stroke her folds.
“That’s a good girl. Let Daddy play with your pussy, sweet girl.” I watch her closely. She’s fucking turned on. So am I. It’s a careful dynamic. There’s some risk to leaving her dressed like this instead of stripping her naked, but after what happened this morning, I don’t think removing her clothes will change her headspace.
I remove my fingers and nudge her legs wider. She can only part them an inch with her panties tight around her thighs, but that’s all I need. Holding her hip with one hand, I guide my cock between her legs with the other.
I don’t give her much time to think before I thrust into her tight warmth.
She cries out unintelligibly. It’s musical. On the next thrust, she arches her chest, her lower back dipping, her head high. I reach around her with one hand and find her clit, rubbing it and rolling it as I thrust in and out of her.
“Daddy,” she screams. “Please.”
I rub that little button faster, knowing she’s close when her body stiffens and she holds her breath. Just before she comes, she groans and speaks the one word I knew she would utter. “Foster…”
I plow into her as she milks my rock-hard cock, barely able to hold on for another few seconds before I follow her over the edge. I’m so fucking happy that I’m grinning while I come.
Amelia is mine. She’s perfection. We’ll have bumps, but we’ll get over them together.
I hold myself inside her for a few seconds, but she’s struggling on wobbly arms, so I finally pull out and ease her onto her side. I remove her dress, carefully pushing it over her head. I take off her socks next and then pull her panties back up over her bottom, covering her sweet pussy.
Amelia is smiling blissfully as she climbs up to the pillow and curls onto her side.
I hurry to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and flip all the lights off before climbing into bed next to her and drawing the covers over us.
As she snuggles into my side, she purrs. “I love you, Daddy.”
My heart. Oh, my heart. “I love you too, Amelia. So very much.” I want her against me like this every night for the rest of our lives.