Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“It sure is, and I want you to be my Valentine for the rest of my life.” He jiggled the bag. “Open it.”
She grinned as she snagged it and peeked inside. All she could see was tissue paper though. She had to push it aside to see what was underneath.
Finally, she wrapped her hand around the plush tan fur and lifted out the cutest teddy bear she’d ever seen. He had a red heart sewn into his chest on one side, and a red bow around his neck.
“He’s so soft,” she murmured as she pulled him to her chest. “I love him so much.” She finally lurched forward, throwing herself at her Daddy. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.”
He pulled her into his lap and rubbed her back, chuckling. “If this is how you react to a simple stuffie, I’d say you’ll be easy to please for every holiday.”
She nodded. “It doesn’t matter what you give me. It’s the fact that you chose him. That makes him special.” She held the teddy up between them.
“What’s his name?” Theo asked.
“Hmmm. Teddy,” she declared.
Daddy laughed again. “That’s not very original.”
She shrugged. “No one has ever gotten my Little a gift. So, this first one will be named Teddy.”
“I think it’s perfect.” He was grinning wide, his eyes dancing.
She stared at him, thinking her heart might overflow.
He set his forehead against hers and ran a hand up her back. “I’m so glad you’re here.” His voice was reverent.
“Me too. What happens now? What do I do?”
He leaned back a few inches and gave her that grin again. “You enjoy life.”
“But, what do I do for work?” The thought scared her. She didn’t have a lot of experience, and she’d been enjoying being Little for weeks. The thought of getting a job was daunting and scary.
“You don’t need to do anything for work. For now, I’d prefer you acclimate and take your time moving slowly through the stages of a newborn. Down the road, if you decide you need something to stimulate your mind more than what you have at your fingertips, we’ll cross that bridge.”
Annie struggled to wrap her mind around all of this and believe it was truly happening. She was here in Theo’s new house. She was his Little girl. What did that entail? What did it mean?
She licked her lips, needing the answer to the most pressing question of all first. “Will we, uh… Will I just be your Little girl, or will we be intimate together?”
He slid his hand up and down her back. “I’m hoping we’ll be intimate, sweetie, but I won’t rush you.”
She squirmed, her pussy swelling at the idea. “I mean, like, you’re already intimate with me, Daddy. But I’m not intimate with you,” she pointed out.
“You will be. When you’re ready.”
She furrowed her brow. “What if I’m ready now?” she whispered.
“You’re not. Daddy will decide when you’re ready. You have a lot to take in for now. Your plate is too full to add sex. Take some time to get used to your new life first.”
She frowned. “What do I need to take in?” It didn’t seem like there was much to this new development. She was going to live here with her Daddy, happily ever after. Like a romance novel.
“You’ve spent the last few weeks gradually moving through the earliest stages of rebirth, but you’re not done, sweetie. You have a long way to go. You need to acclimate to Daddy’s rules and learn how to live fully in Little space. There will be bumps. You will misbehave as you accept your new reality. You’ll need to be disciplined and guided.”
She squirmed on his lap. “You mean like spankings?”
He nodded. “And other forms of discipline, yes.”
She shuddered. The thought of him taking her over his knee like he had when he’d first started caring for her in her apartment made her fidget. “What are the rules, Daddy?” she asked in a soft voice.
“The most important thing is for you to move at the pace Daddy sets for you. Moving into the community and out of The Nurturing Center doesn’t mean you’re done. I will continue to guide you and help you get to the perfect life stage that suits you.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She was so excited to be here she didn’t care what guidance he had in mind. So far, he’d never done anything that made her want to defy him. Except last night when she’d grown frustrated and thrown her Barbie at him. That had been pretty naughty.
She played with the front of his dress shirt and stared at his broad chest.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to make eye contact. “I expect you to live in the age range of about six months to start. You may speak freely unless you have a pacifier in your mouth, but that’s the only characteristic of your age you’re permitted to break from.”