Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
As soon as Daddy parks the golf cart and attaches my leash, I spot Amelia skipping toward me from across the parking lot and shriek with excitement.
I twist around and jump into Daddy’s arms so I can hug him tight and kiss all over his face. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You’re the bestest Daddy in the whole world.”
Daddy chuckles as he lowers me back to the ground. He has those wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. He loves pleasing me. “Good surprise?”
“The best.” I hug him again before I turn around to greet Amelia. It’s been a while since I last saw her. She had stopped coming to the Dungeon for a while before she hooked up with Noah, and the two of them moved to the island soon after that. I’ve missed her. She and Sophia are the few friends I have in the kink community.
Amelia throws her arms around me, and we rock and sway together as we hug. Two Little girls in nothing but diapers and T-shirts. For some reason, it doesn’t even seem strange since we’re surrounded by hundreds of other Littles dressed exactly the same as us.
I get it now. It makes perfect sense. If everyone visiting and living here follows the same rules of regression, no one suffers from anxiety. We’re all in the same boat.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” Amelia squeals when we finally lean back. “And I can’t believe you’re married!”
I hold out my left hand to show her my ring. I’m beaming.
“Have you talked to Sophia lately? I feel bad that I haven’t called her in a while.”
I nod. “Actually I’m working on setting her up on a date with Tate. Do you remember Tate from the Dungeon?”
Amelia’s eyes widen. “Yes. That’s perfect. Do you think he’s into her?”
I grin and nod.
“That’s so exciting.” She grabs my hand. “Let’s go into the park. Do you like wild rides?”
“I love them.”
“Oh good. It took me a while to build up to the scariest ones, but now they are my favorite.”
Her Daddy, Noah, clears his throat. His expression is indulgent as he says, “Do you think you’re going to just run off without your Daddies?” he teases.
Ameila turns to hug him around the waist. “No, Daddy. Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t dream of doing something so naughty.”
When she turns back to me, the two of us buckle in a fit of giggles. Naughty is our middle name. We used to intentionally misbehave at the Dungeon for the express purpose of getting our bottoms spanked by any Daddy or even a random Dom at the club.
Those days are over. Now I regularly get my butt spanked by my own Daddy, and I don’t even have to misbehave to get my fix. I can just ask for it.
Daddy and Noah exchange a look and smirk before he hauls me backward with a tug on my leash. He leans over me and kisses the top of my head. “You’ll stay within two feet of me at all times unless you want to feel the tug on this harness all day.”
I tip my head back and give him a slow smile. “Challenge accepted.”