Chapter 14
VALENTINA
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m secretly a very bad person.
Other times, like now, I know I am.
Because watching the way Junie’s eyes widen, seeing the trepidation there, and in the way her bottom lip wobbles ever so slightly has my heart tripping in my chest. There is nothing sweeter, in my opinion, than a Little girl trying to figure out if she’s in trouble or not.
Eyes darting between me and her Daddy, Junie swallows hard. “Wh-what do we need to talk about?”
“Well, for starters, we need to talk about today.” Hardening my voice, I fix her with a stern look. “You already know what you did was very naughty, Juniper Skye. It wasn’t very nice to trick us the way you did.”
Tears glimmer on her lashes. “You already spanked me for that!”
“We did,” Bash agrees, his head nodding slowly. “But we need to talk about why you did it. You said you set us up because you were hoping we’d both want you to be our Little girl. Is that something you still want?”
Junie’s head bobs up and down so quickly I worry she might give herself whiplash. “Yes, yes, double yes!”
Glancing to the side, I meet Bash’s gaze and we share a grin before schooling our expressions back into stern masks. “Well in that case, we need to go over your rules, little girl.”
The bobbing stops and Junie stares at us with wide, round eyes. “What kinda rules?”
“Daddy and I made a list while you were napping.” At my nod, Bash pulls a paper from his pocket and unfolds it, smoothing the paper down so she can read.
Leaning forward, Junie scans the list, her nose wrinkling as she reads. “That’s so many!”
“It is.” Not for the first time, worry wriggles its way into my chest. “But your Daddy and I both believe that Little girls need plenty of rules so they always know how to behave.”
And to give them plenty of excuses to be naughty.
A frown tugs at Junie’s lips as she reads the list again. “I can’t follow all of these.”
“Why not?” Bash asks, as if he and I weren’t prepared for this exact conversation.
“Well, like this one!” Heaving a dramatic sigh, Junie points to the paper. “How am I supposed to ask permission every time I leave my house? What if I’m running late to work? Do I have to wait for one of you to tell me I’m allowed to go?”
“Ah, I see your confusion.” My heart picks up speed and I reach for Bash’s hand beneath the table. “These are rules for our Little girl. And our Little girl would live here, with us.”
Across the table, Junie’s mouth drops open. “You–You want me to move in with you?”
“We do.” Bash’s voice is gentle, as if Junie is a forest animal he’s worried about spooking. “We know it would be a big change, especially with all the rules, but?—”
Before he can finish, Junie scrambles out of her chair and launches herself at him with a sob. “Yes! Yes, I wanna stay with you forever and ever and ever!”
Tears prick my eyes as I watch my husband cradle our babygirl on his lap, his eyes closed as he buries his face in her hair.
Regardless of how we got here, I can’t shake how very right this all feels.
As much as I hate to disturb their moment, we do still have a lot to discuss, so I clear my throat and wait for them to look up at me. “Now that we’ve settled the question of where you’ll be staying, you need to finish reading all your rules, princess.”
Returning Junie to her seat, Bash taps the paper in front of her.
“You already know what we both expect from you as far as respect and honesty. And naughty words,” he adds with a stern glare that has Junie blushing and ducking her head.
“But in addition to those rules, you’ll have a bedtime and strict rules about junk food and the clothes you wear.
Our Little girl will only be allowed to wear proper Little girl clothes from now on. ”
His gaze meets mine over Junie’s head and I drag in a breath, excitement beating at my chest.
“And yes, princess, that includes diapers.”
Junie
My breath catches in my throat as I re-read the list they gave me. Sure enough, at the very bottom of the list where I hadn’t gotten yet, is a rule stating that I will wear and use diapers every single day as their Little girl.
“But Mommy, I don’t like diapers,” I whine. “And I can’t wear diapers to work!”
“Of course not,” Mommy scoffs, and some of the worry gripping me eases. But only for a moment. “Little girls don’t go to work.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at them. “You want me to quit my job?”
Mommy and Daddy share another look before Daddy reaches over to take my hand. “We want you to be our baby, June-bug. All the time. And yes, that means quitting your job and living here with us and letting us take care of you.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I tug my hand free of his and lower it to my lap. “I have bills. A car payment, student loans, credit cards.”
“We’ll take care of all that.” Mommy waves a hand, as if six figures worth of debt is nothing.
Maybe to them it’s nothing. But to me it’s a weight around my neck, one I can’t simply ignore.
Even though I want nothing more than to give into their demands, I give my head another shake. “I can’t ask you to do that. It’s not fair to you.”
“You aren’t asking,” Daddy says gently. “We’re offering. Insisting, really.”
Mommy’s wicked laughter fills the room as she reaches for her glass, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We are selfish beings, Juniper. We both work from home several days a week, and we want a Little girl who will be at our beck and call whenever we get an… urge.”
“Oh.” The thought of being constantly available to them, theirs to use whenever they want, is intoxicating. My head swims at the thought of how deliciously sore I’m likely to be on a regular basis if I agree to this.
And if they're offering to take care of all that debt…
Settling back in my chair, I read over the list of rules again.
It’s extensive, far more involved than anything we’ve engaged in at the club.
There are rules around what I’m allowed to say, wear, and eat.
When I’m allowed to get out of bed in the morning and when I have to be back in bed in the evening.
I’ll only be allowed to leave the house with their permission, and if I want to go somewhere without them, one of them will drop me off and pick me up.
There is also a section dedicated to the chores I’ll be expected to complete regularly, like keeping my playroom clean.
And that doesn’t even cover the more… intimate rules. No orgasms without permission. All of my holes being available to them at all times. Keeping my pussy free of hair, preferably waxed.
Is this really how I want to live my life? As Mommy and Daddy’s plaything, their little doll to be dressed up and used however they see fit?
The honest answer is—I don’t know. There is part of me that longs for exactly this life. No responsibilities, no worries except pleasing Mommy and Daddy.
But it’s also terrifying. Leaving my job means leaving any sense of independence I might have had behind. I’ll have no money of my own, nowhere to go if this thing between the three of us ends.
“Baby.” Pushing up from her chair, Mommy rounds the table and lifts me up, taking my seat and settling me on her lap. “You look so upset. Tell Mommy and Daddy what’s wrong.”
Voicing my fears out loud feels… huge. Almost too big for a very Little girl to say.
But I know I need to, because I need to know that I have a backup plan if—when—this all goes sideways.
Because as much as they may think they want a permanent Little girl right now, I know better than anyone how very different reality can be from fantasy.
“What happens when you decide you don’t want me anymore? ”
“That will never happen.” Mommy’s voice is sharp, as if she’s insulted by the very suggestion. “This is forever, Juniper Skye.”
Shaking my head, I pull away from her, determined to be rational about this. “You can’t promise that. People always want to say things like forever but it doesn’t work out that way. I need to know that I won’t be broke and homeless when this is all over.”
“We’ll set up a trust fund for you,” Daddy says with a shrug as careless as Mommy’s assurance they’ll handle all my debt.
“It will be in your name, and we won’t be allowed to touch it.
You won’t need it, but if it will help you feel better about becoming our baby, then we’re happy to set that up for you. ”
Every argument I put up, they knock down like it’s nothing. And to them, it probably is. They aren’t the ones giving up their jobs, their home, their lives for this.
“What about my friends?” My voice cracks on the question, and my bottom lip trembles, but I force myself to forge ahead. “Can I still see my friends? Can we still go to the clubs?”
“Of course you can still see your friends, silly girl. As for the clubs…” Mommy’s gaze slides over to Daddy who shrugs. “We can talk about that.”
It’s more of a concession than I’d dared to hope for, so I decide not to push them about the club. “Do I have to be Little when I go out with my friends? Or can I have Big girl nights sometimes?”
Another shared look, this time resulting in frowns from both of them before they nod slowly. “If you want Big girl nights with your friends, you can earn them,” Daddy says. “We’ll set up a reward system so you can earn different prizes by following the rules and doing your chores.”
“Okay.” Looking down at the list of rules again, I drag in a deep breath before forcing my gaze back up to meet theirs. “Okay, yeah, I want this too. I wanna be your Little girl. When do you want me to move in?”
The question has barely even left my mouth before I’m up in Daddy’s arms and he’s carrying me up the stairs, with Mommy close behind.
“There’s no time like the present, little gremlin.”