Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Mason stepped closer. “That was the worst apology in the history of apologies, Francesca.” He pointed toward the daycare exit. “Station three. Now. You have about ten seconds to get there, bend over the bench, and pull those leggings down to your thighs.”
Franny stomped off, once again with all the drama she could muster.
Mason squatted down in front of Mindy. “I’m sorry, Little one.” He ruffled one of her pigtails. “I happen to love your pigtails.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured, staring at Mason. She supposed he was handsome. All the other girls said he was. He seemed like a fair Daddy around all the Littles. He’d never asked Mindy to do a scene with him, but she didn’t care. She didn’t come here for that. She came here to be herself around like-minded people.
Mason smiled. “You realize Francesca doesn’t really dislike you, right? She only pulls your chain because she likes to get her bottom blistered.”
Mindy nodded, not saying a word. Franny was a mean girl through and through. Mindy wasn’t buying Mason’s explanation. Franny took every opportunity she could to harass Mindy.
“Everything okay, over here?”
At the sound of the new voice joining them, Mindy jerked her gaze to find Tricia squatting down next to Mason. It was kind of the two Doms to bring themselves down to Mindy’s eye level.
“Francesca was bullying Mindy again,” Mason informed the kind Domme.
Tricia sometimes looked out for Mindy when she was at the club. She didn’t come often, but Mindy liked the way the woman kept an eye on her when she was there.
“Ah. Well, I’ll let you handle Francesca. I’ll make sure Mindy is okay.” Tricia lowered herself to sitting on the floor, legs crossed.
Mason gave Mindy’s pigtail a slight playful tug before rising. “I’ll make sure Francesca gives you a proper apology after I blister her bottom.”
“You okay?” Tricia asked gently as Mason walked away.
Mindy nodded.
Tricia picked up the brain teaser and turned it around in every direction. “These are so hard to do.”
Mindy sniffled. Now that Franny was gone, she really wanted to rein in her tears.
“You like a challenge though, don’t you, Baby girl?” Tricia asked.
Mindy shrugged as she took the offered toy from Tricia.
“I never see you misbehave. I assume discipline isn’t something you’re interested in when you’re in Little space?”
Mindy shook her head, keeping her face down. “No, Ma’am,” she managed to whisper. The truth was she didn’t even know how to misbehave. She watched other Littles do it all the time, but the concept was foreign to her. A lot of things were foreign to her.
“You know you don’t have to be naughty to get a spanking, right? If you’re interested in that kind of roleplaying, all you have to do is ask one of us to spank you, and we’d be happy to.” Tricia set a hand on Mindy’s and gave a gentle squeeze.
Mindy stared at the woman’s firm grip. Her nails were blunt but perfectly filed and painted a pretty shade of pink. Mindy guessed Tricia was in her late thirties. She had thick brown hair that hung in waves. She usually had it pulled back in a low ponytail.
“I like your polish,” Mindy whispered before she could stop herself.
“Yeah? I have it in my purse. If you’d like, I could paint your nails for you.”
Mindy lifted her gaze and met Tricia’s eyes. Pretty green eyes that seemed to smile all the time. She wore minimal makeup. Just mascara, light blush, subtle eye shadow, and lip gloss.
Mindy knew she was a Domme, but she wasn’t the sort who wore black leather, high heels, and a revealing bustier. She was usually always dressed in comfortable jeans and a stylish T-shirt. Today, her shirt was green. It made her eyes pop.
“What do you think, Mindy?”
Mindy flinched as she realized she hadn’t responded to Tricia’s suggestion. She found herself nodding. “I’d like that.”
At twenty-five, Mindy wasn’t so young that she could be Tricia’s daughter, but she was young enough to feel drawn to the woman as a Little would a Mommy. It wasn’t rocket science. Mindy’s real mother hadn’t been much of a mother, so it was refreshing to have Tricia smile at her and offer kindness.
“Come.” Tricia stood and held out a hand, which Mindy took, letting the woman pull her to her feet.
Mindy easily abandoned the crayons and the brain teaser as she let Tricia lead her toward a table in the corner.
“Wait right here, Baby girl. I’ll be right back.”
Mindy watched as Tricia headed across the room, presumably to grab the polish. Tricia was the only person at the club who referred to Mindy as Baby girl. Not just Little but Baby. It always sent a thrill down Mindy’s spine.
Mindy had known she was Little for a long time, but deep inside, she also acknowledged she enjoyed playing in a very young age range. No one else at the club seemed to aim as young as her, so she didn’t let on or say anything, but in her heart she craved a deeper regression.