Chapter 17 #2
After another round of packages arrive, I make a casserole with ingredients I’m pretty sure she approves of so I can pop it in the oven later. I’m just finishing up when June shuffles into the kitchen.
My heart stops.
She’s so Little. Her eyes are sleepy. Her hair is tousled. The nightgown is precious. She’s even clutching the new bear.
I hurry over to her, sweep her into my arms, and hold her against me. “How was your nap?”
She sets her head on my shoulder. “Good. I feel groggy still.”
“You haven’t gotten enough sleep in a few days, Little one. Plus, you’re under stress. Your adrenaline is crashing.” I carry her into the living room.
“So many packages…” she muses.
“Yeah. We don’t have to open them if you want to wait. I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by anything, especially not by my lifestyle preferences.”
“I’m still processing everything.”
I kiss her temple. “I know you are, Little one.”
She tips her head back and smiles. “I like it when you call me Little one.”
“Good. It’s hard for me to avoid using the endearment. It’s how I see you.”
“I am a lot smaller than you.”
I shake my head. “It has nothing to do with size. Little is a state of mind.”
She shrugs. “But in our case, you’re huge and I’m small.”
I chuckle. “True.”
“No one has ever picked me up like you do. I don’t think I’ve known anyone who could. They’d have to be strong and big.”
I hold her up with one forearm under her bottom and lift my other arm to flex my muscles. “Thank goodness I’ve been working out for years to prepare for you.”
“I could walk, though.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She giggles.
I lower her gently onto the couch. “How about if I find a package with some pretty dresses in it? If you want to wear one, you can. If you don’t, that’s okay, too.”
She sits up. “Okay.”
I’m going to hold my breath every time she opens something new, worrying constantly that she might curl up her nose and balk. That’s okay. She doesn’t have to like everything I bought, nor does she have to enjoy every aspect of age play.
I’d say it’s solidly obvious that she is Little on many levels.
That’s proven. But there could very well be parts of the lifestyle that don’t interest her.
I don’t mind. She can take or leave whatever she wants.
At this point, all I care about is the fact that she’s mine, she’s apparently going to let me take care of her to some extent, and she’s embraced everything I’ve tossed her way so far.
I move a few packages around, noting where they came from, until I come to a box I know contains clothes. After carrying it to the couch, I set it on the coffee table and rip open the top. Yep, Little clothes.
I pull a pack of panties out first. They’re similar to the ones she already owns but in pretty colors and styles. She giggles when I hand them to her.
“Yeah?”
“Depends…” She tips her head to one side. “Are you planning to put dresses on me that are as short as this nightgown so that everyone will see my panties?”
“Yep.”
She throws her head back against the cushions and sighs dramatically. So Little. So adorable.
“Let’s see what else is in here.” I pull out a dress. It’s not a particularly special one. Just something comfortable she could wear around the house. A purple cotton one. It will barely cover her bottom. I hold it up.
“Mmm. Interesting choice.” She takes it from me. “It’s not really that odd, other than the length. You have a thing for my thighs, don’t you?”
I lean over, cup her face, and kiss her. “I have a thing for every inch of you, Little girl.” I pull back and remove another package from the box.
“Bras. Shocking. I thought you were going to ban them,” she sasses.
As she lunges for the pack, I pull them out of her reach.
“Tsk tsk. Such a naughty girl. So sassy. For your information, I noticed your students could only see your face and shoulders while you were teaching class last night. Now, I don’t really think you need a bra to teach class, but I thought you might feel slightly self-conscious or get distracted worrying if the camera might dip too low occasionally, so I bought you a pack of bras.
But if you’re going to be sassy about it… ”
“A pack… You do realize bras don’t usually come in packs. They’re individual items.”
“Well, these bras are from a special store for Littles. They come in packs because they aren’t meant to make you feel very grown up. I grabbed your size from the bra you were wearing earlier.”
She leans around me, trying to see better. “They’re pastel. Also odd.”
“They match some of the panties I got that are still in the box,” I inform her. “Wouldn’t want you to be mismatched under your dresses.”
She tries to snatch the pack again, but my arm is much too long.
“Are you going to be good?” I tease.
She giggles, and the sound brings me to my knees. “Let me seeeeeee.” She rises onto her knees. She’s so fucking cute in her nightie with her messy hair and dimples.
I like this banter, so I keep the package out of her reach, though I do hold out my other hand to make sure she doesn’t fall off the couch. I certainly wouldn’t want her to fall and make her broken arm worse.
Finally, I relent and hand her the package.
She looks at me suspiciously before ripping it open and pulling out the three bras. Her eyes roll. “They’re so thin. Have you never heard of padding? These are like what girls get in sixth grade when they don’t really need a bra yet.”
I grin. “Welcome to age play, Little one. Now, do you want to put that dress on or not?”
She surprises me by tossing everything to the side, monkey-climbing onto my lap, and straddling me. She sets her forearms on my shoulders—one bulky in its brace and one tiny. “What if I’m not ready to wear something like that yet?”
I hold her waist. “Then you don’t wear it, honey. Simple as that.”
“What if I put it on and then change my mind?”
“Then I’ll help you change into something that makes you more comfortable, June.
I might ask you to try different things to see how you feel about them, but I’ll never force you into anything.
And I’ll never ever interfere with your job.
I wouldn’t demand that you do anything that makes you uncomfortable when you’re working. ”
She toys with the neckline of my T-shirt before scooting closer, kissing me, and hugging me around the neck with her good arm. Her pussy presses against my cock. There’s no way she’s not aware of my shaft against her panties.
When she leans back, her cheeks are pink, and she looks chagrined. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
She points down between us. “For…that.”
I chuckle. “Never be sorry for making me hard, Little one. It’s unavoidable anyway.”
“I didn’t mean to, uh…”
I cup her cheeks and kiss her. “I know you didn’t, honey. Stop fretting. It’s fine. Now, what will it be? Dress or no dress?”
“Dress,” she declares.
I lift her onto her feet, gather everything we just opened, and nod toward the bedroom. “Let’s go get you ready. How many hours do you have to work tonight?”
“Four. I have two classes.”
“What time do you start?”
“Four. I’ll have a half-hour break in the middle.”
“Okay. I’ll set you up in the kitchen again. While you’re working, I’ll build some of the furniture in your office. Tomorrow, you can work in there.”
She must be feeling better because she skips alongside me. Skips. I love it.
I sit on the edge of the bed, strip my girl naked, and help her into lavender panties and a bra that matches before adding the dress. I guide her into the bathroom and settle her on the bench seat in front of the vanity so I can brush out her hair.
“Can you pin it up or pull it into a ponytail?” she asks.
“I can certainly try.”
“Thanks. I don’t usually leave it down like this, but there’s no way I can style it with one working hand.”
I open the drawer on the vanity where we put several of her hair and hygiene things.
She pulls out a clip. “If you just lift some of the front of my hair, you can clip it on top with this.”
“Got it.” I gather the front, brush it away from her face, and add the clip. “How’d I do?”
“You’re a professional now. Thank you.”
I take her hand and lead her back to the kitchen. “I made us a casserole. I think it has only things in it you like. I’ll bake it during your first class so you can eat dinner in between.”
“Sounds good.”
I lift her onto a stool at the island. She still has some time before her first class. “How about something to drink and a small snack? You’re running on nothing but smoothie.”
“Cheese and crackers?”
“Sounds like a plan. Apples, too?”
“Will you cut them up?”
“What kind of a Daddy would I be if I didn’t cut up my girl’s apples?”
I like how she watches me move around the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Do you think Simone is Little?”
I set a plate and a sippy cup in front of June and lean over the side of the island, resting on my elbows. “What makes you say that, Little one?”
She shrugs. “When I was at their house the other night before you came to get me, I noticed she had some of the things you’ve bought me. I think she tried to hide them while I was there.”
I smile. “She is Little, honey.”
“Does that mean Professor Arnalt is her Daddy?”
“He is,” I confirm.
“She gave me her number, and I gave her mine.” June picks at the corner of a piece of cheese.
“How about if I call Camden and see if he could bring Simone over tomorrow? I’m sure she’d be happy to answer any questions you might have. She seems like a very sweet girl.”
“Do you know her?”
“Not well, but I’ve seen her many times at the club I belong to. She and Camden are both members at Surrender.”
“I think I’d like that. Maybe if I spent some time around someone else who’s Little, I could understand better and feel less weird.”
“You’re definitely not weird, June. And there’s no one-size-fits-all, so don’t worry about being anyone but yourself.” I lift one of the squares of cheese, stack it on a cracker, and hold it to her lips. “Eat, Little one. You need more calories in your tummy.”
She lurches forward and bites off half the cracker so fast she nearly takes my fingers with it. Crumbs fall from her lips as she giggles.
“Now you’re a shark?” I ask.
She nods. “Watch out. I’ll get you with my shark teeth.” She swallows and then leans toward me, chomping them.
My heart is so fucking full.