Juliet
“You have to be kidding,” I say as I rock back on my butt, hugging my knees and laughing harder than I have in years.
I’m with Amy and Leah. We’re presumably playing games in the library. To be fair, we have Monopoly spread out in front of us, and we did indeed roll the dice several times and start the game, but then we started talking and haven’t glanced at the board again.
Craig, Foster, and Aldric are in Craig’s office discussing the calendar of upcoming events and what dance or fitness classes could be incorporated.
“Did Foster really say your kitchen smelled like rotten eggs?” I ask Amy.
Amy nods. “Uh-huh. And then he spun around and left me standing there completely dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to make of him the first time we met. The man didn’t even introduce himself. He just scrunched up his face, complained, and stomped off.”
Leah slaps Amy’s knee playfully. “You know it’s because he was so smitten by you at first sight that he got tongue-tied and couldn’t say anything right.”
Amy glances at me. “Do you remember the first time you met Aldric?”
I giggle. “Yes. Like it was yesterday, but I was five.”
Both their eyes shoot wide. “Five!” they shout in unison.
“Yep. My parents hired him to teach classes at their studio. I thought he was the handsomest man I’d ever seen.”
“How old was he?”
“Twenty-two.” I cringe. “Is that weird? Our age difference?”
Amy shakes her head. “Not at all. Foster is fifteen years older than me.”
“Same here,” Leah says. “It’s not super uncommon in the age-play community.”
I blow out a breath. That’s a relief. At least no one will accuse me of being too young for him.
I rock forward. “Tell me about the naughty corner in the kitchen. Did Foster really intentionally leave it unfinished to serve as a reminder to naughty Little girls?”
Leah nods. “Yep. It’s eerie, isn’t it?”
I glance back and forth between them. “Have you had to stand there?”
Amy giggles. “Girl, not yet today, but more times than I can count.”
Leah agrees. “Usually with my bare bottom exposed so everyone can see my red, recently-spanked skin.”
“Really?” I’m intrigued. “Do you, uh, do naughty things on purpose because you like to be spanked?”
Leah shrugs. “Sometimes. Not always. Like that time I told you I had hidden vibrators in my office.” She scrunches up her face. “I did not mean for Daddy to find that out. Besides the fact that I had done something I wasn’t permitted to do, I lied about it. I stood naked in that corner for a long time the next day.”
“Naked?”
She nods.
“Do all Daddies make you get naked in front of people?”
Amy shakes her head. “Foster doesn’t expose me very often. Every once in a while when I really need or deserve a firm punishment, but usually he pulls my panties back up before standing me in the corner.”
I think about what they’re telling me. I’m not sure how I would feel about being exposed to other people. I guess if it were here where everyone understands our dynamic it wouldn’t be a very big deal. Who cares about a naked butt?
“Do you get spanked every day?” I ask, my curiosity giving me the courage to ask tons of questions. It doesn’t hurt that these two women are so open and kind to me. They’ve made it clear they don’t mind sharing whatever I want to know.
Part of working at this resort includes helping other Littles who visit. Sometimes the Littles might be new to the lifestyle or haven’t experienced it on a full-time basis like they do here. I’m starting to understand better.
Leah shrugs. “Not every day. But a lot. It’s hard to explain. It’s often a key part of the dynamic. It’s very intimate and intense. Lots of Littles have a carefully balanced give-and-take relationship with their Daddies. It’s a power exchange.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
Amy sits forward. “The fetish community consists of way more people than those practicing age play of course. All kinds of kinks. They all have a power exchange. The submissive is giving her power to the Dominant. In the case of age play, the Little is letting the Daddy take care of her. Make decisions for her. Set boundaries and rules. She knows the rules, so if she breaks them, it’s usually because she craves the intimate contact of a spanking or needs the release it can provide.”
“Has Aldric spanked you yet?” Leah asks.
I nod. “Just once. It was intense.”
She grins. “Did you like it?”
My face heats. “I think so. It made me feel better afterward.”
“Yep. That’s the best part. When vanilla folks fuck something up, they spend hours chastising themselves for making a mistake. In age play, we don’t have to do that. Our Daddies spank us and the misdeed is done. Over. Poof.”
“That makes sense.” I lick my lips. “Ever since we discussed the nature of our relationship, I’ve found myself intentionally antagonizing him. It’s so unlike me.”
Leah giggles. “Maybe it’s your Little. Now that you’ve accepted her as part of you, she’s still figuring out who she is.”
“Maybe she’s a bit bratty.” Amy shrugs.
“I’m still getting used to it. I mean, he’s been Daddying me for a long time, but now that it’s out in the open, I feel like I have the freedom to expand on my characteristics. Before, it was just this unspoken thing where he cooked for me and nagged me to do things. Now, it’s like I’ve stepped out into the daylight, metaphorically. I find myself pouting and provoking him.”
“What does he do?”
I shrug. “Usually he’s unfazed. At least outwardly. He smirks at me as if letting me know he’s aware I’m goading him and it won’t work. I think I’m testing him.”
“Perfectly natural,” Leah says. “Nearly every new Little tests her boundaries. Not just to find out what he’ll do if you’re naughty, but also to make sure he will do something.”
I nod slowly. “Yeah, I think that’s part of it. Will he grow tired of me and leave? Will he cave in and give me what I want? Will he be firm and discipline me?”
Amy grins. “Yep.”
“Hey,” Leah’s eyes light up. “Did you order sex toys from that site I recommended?”
I roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. “Did I ever. And he was home when they came, and he insisted on not only opening the box, but then he went through every single toy and explained what it was for and warned me how to use some of them correctly. And…he took one of them and didn’t let me have it.”
Leah’s eyes bug out. “Oh. My. God. That must have been so intense. I think I’d die if Craig confiscated an incoming box and gave me a lecture about sex toys.”
“Me too,” Amy agrees, shuddering. “I’m not going to try it to find out.”
Leah gasps. “You must have needed to use all of them nearly at once by the time he was finished lecturing you. I would have been so aroused, I might have come in my panties without touching myself.”
I bite into my lip and then release it. “It was about like that. I’ve certainly used all of them since then. The ones he let me keep anyway.”
“Wait, he let you take them to your room and use them alone?” Leah nearly jumps to her feet. Her jaw is hanging open.
I nod.
“No way.” Amy looks stunned.
I’m giddy. This girl talk is so much fun. I’ve never once in my life had girlfriends like this. Not ones who understood me and felt the same way. “If you think it was hot for him to lecture me on how to use them, you would have melted into a puddle on the floor when he looked me in the eye and told me to enjoy myself and get it all out of my system because once he takes me to his bed, the rest of my orgasms are his.”
Both women groan.
“That is so hot,” Leah says, pretending to faint.
Amy fans herself.
I can’t believe I said all of that. It feels good though. My face hurts from smiling. I haven’t felt guilty for being alive in hours. Even as that thought comes to mind, I know in my heart my parents would want me to be happy.
Meals at Blossom Ridge are fascinating because Amy is the chef here, and when she’s working, she separates herself from her little side. Not entirely, but mostly. Leah and I sit at the kitchen table playing war with a deck of cards while Amy cooks and sets the table.
I feel like I should help, but every time I glance at Amy, Leah giggles. “It’s like when you’re working on a website. Don’t you separate from your Little side for a while to do so?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Since you work from home, I bet you don’t change clothes or put on makeup or fix your hair before you start working, right?” Leah asks.
I shake my head. “Never.”
“It’s like that for us. We live in a safe zone. Even though we have designated times when we work, neither of us switches fully out of our persona. We still follow rules and keep one foot in our Little space. We’re lucky.” She grins. “Some people don’t have that luxury. Lucy works in an office. She totally switches to an adult persona when she’s at work.”
“I don’t think I’d like that.”
“Me neither,” Amy agrees as she sets some plates on the table.
Leah shrugs. “Some people need a break from age play. It can be intense. Lucy loves it.”
“I can see that too,” I admit.
At the sound of Daddy’s voice, I look up to see the men entering the kitchen.
Foster heads straight for Amy, wrapping his arms around her and making her giggle and squirm. “Daddy, I’m not done working. Stop.”
He kisses her and backs off. “Let me know when you need me to carry something.”
I learned at breakfast that he has strict rules about Amy carrying things that are too heavy or climbing up on stools to get anything from the upper cabinets. It’s sweet and endearing.
I glance at Aldric. He’s watching me, smiling, sauntering closer. He looks like he’s going to pounce. And then he does. He grabs me out of my chair, swings me into the air, and hugs me to his chest. He kisses my neck a dozen times until I’m gasping for air. “Daddy…”
I like this new side of him. Carefree. Less serious. He’s lightened up a bit since we entered this new phase. He smiles more. I catch him staring at me, grinning. I like it.
Finally, he settles me back in my chair. “How was Monopoly?”
Leah and I giggle.
He lifts a brow. “What’d I miss?”
Craig is leaning over Leah from behind, kissing the top of her head. “Do I need to go find a naughty paddle for some cute little bottoms? You all look a bit guilty.”
Leah rolls her eyes. “We didn’t do anything wrong, Daddy. We just didn’t finish our game because we were talking.”
“Ah. Good. As long as you had fun.”
“Can we still do yoga after lunch, Daddy?” Leah asks, reminding him yet again today as if any of the men have forgotten.
He tips her head back. “You may do yoga this afternoon after naptime.”
She groans. “Can’t we skip naptime today?”
“Nope, but we can add spanking time if you’d like.”
She sighs. “No, Sir.”
I watch in fascination. This should be awkward. The entire scene is surreal. I feel out of body as I look around the room. I’m wearing a long-sleeved pink cotton dress with ruffles around the hem and the neckline. I have on matching pink leggings and tennis shoes. My hair is in two long braids. Daddy put them in this morning. He’s never done my hair before.
The men clean up the card game and scoot all of us up to the table before fixing us lunch on plastic plates with matching plastic cups. They cut up our food and blow on it. They dote on us as if we’re the most precious humans on earth.
In this alternate universe, we’re Little. Perfectly capable adults who enjoy being cared for by a Dominant man who takes on the role of a Daddy. Everything in this house happens in a vacuum as if it’s perfectly normal. And it is. For people who enjoy age play, this is a safe zone. The most amazing vacation spot where Littles can be themselves without judgment or recrimination.
I feel oddly at home. No. It’s not even odd. It comes naturally to me as if I were born to be Little and I’ve been waiting all my life to find my people. What if I had never found them? How long would I have lived in my own unusual bubble?
Daddy sets a hand on my back, and I glance at him. “You okay, baby girl?” he whispers.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.” I pick up my fork and stab into a noodle. Amy has made a chicken casserole that has had my mouth watering for over an hour. It tastes as good as it smells.
When we’re done eating, Amy does most of the cleaning, shooing us off while insisting it’s her job. I feel weird about not at least taking my plate to the sink. She wags a finger at me, telling me she won’t be helping me out with the website.
I relent and let Daddy drag me away. “Naptime, baby girl.” He sweeps me off my feet and settles me on one hip but I climb around him like a monkey because I like to straddle him from the front.
Before I know it, we’re in my yellow room and Daddy is pulling my dress over my head. He takes off the rest of my clothes too, leaving me in nothing but my panties. “So they don’t get wrinkly, baby girl.” He drapes them over the arm of the rocking chair and pulls back the covers of my bed. “Climb in.”
I spent very little time in this bed last night before I joined Daddy. I wish he would lie down with me now. He covers me up and hands me my bunny before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you having a fun weekend, baby girl?”
I nod. “So much fun.”
He smiles. “I thought so. You look happy. You’ve been laughing a lot today.”
I sober a bit.
He leans over and kisses my nose. “Hey, laughing is good for you, honey. You’re having fun. You’ve mourned long enough. It’s time to live.”
“I know,” I whisper. “But it’s hard.”
“You’re so strong, Juliet. You can do anything you set your mind to. You just have to decide to take the world by storm and enjoy every moment. You know better than most people that there are no guarantees. It’s time to seize the day.”
“I’ll try.” I smile at him. It doesn’t feel as awkward as it has for three years. It’s almost natural.
He rubs my brow as if wiping away my worry lines. “Rest. Then yoga.” He meets my gaze.
I’m sure he’s wondering if I’m going to be willing to join the other girls. I am. I can do it. They’re my friends now. Not strangers. I can do yoga with them without worrying about messing it up or having people look at me. It’s not like a dance routine where my mind would wander and cause me to trip over myself. It’s just yoga. Daddy’s good at teaching yoga. He won’t let me look silly.