“Sweetie pie, first I want you to forget everything that you consider to be age play because what you consider age play, I consider neglect. Secondly, remember on our first date, I helped you wash your hands and I brushed your hair until you fell asleep. Then, on our third date, you watched a movie in my lap while I fed you, and tonight, you’re sitting in my lap again.”
“So?” Those things had nothing to do with an age play relationship.
“Age play isn’t just about punishment and it certainly doesn’t have to be about humiliation if you don’t like that. It’s supposed to be about a bond between two people. One person gets to act younger than they are, and that person gets to be silly and make mistakes. The other person gets to guide the little, protect them from the evils of the world, and correct their mistakes when they happen.”
He paused as if waiting for me to react. I didn’t know what to say. After Boyle, I had promised myself that I would never do anything age play related, and now Robert wanted me to start an age play relationship again. How did I decide what to do?
The confusion must have shown on my face because he asked, “How about I give you a scenario and you tell me if you like it or not?”
“Okay.”
“Imagine you just worked a full day at the office. You come home and we eat dinner together. I could possibly be feeding you if you’re too tired. After dinner, I bring you upstairs and give you a relaxing bath. Afterwards, I would dress you in some comfortable pajamas and comb out your hair as you play with some of your toys. We could watch a movie, play hide and seek, or color for a while before bed time. Once bed time comes, I would read you a story and then I would feed you a bottle filled with warm milk and you would drift off to sleep, safely in our bed.”
I closed my eyes as he was talking and pictured what he was saying. I would wear my pink flannel pajama set I’d bought for myself last Christmas. I would most likely like to color after my bath. Coloring always soothed me. Then we would read books by Eric Carle because his stories had the prettiest pictures in them.
“That sounds really nice,” I said, opening my eyes after a few moments of silence. That was nothing like how Boyle had treated me when we would role play. I liked Robert’s version much better. And it got me thinking; if that’s how he’d treat me when we were role playing, how would he treat me when I had to get a spanking? Would he be as nice when he was giving me a spanking, or would he be mean and enjoy watching me get punished?
“If you say yes to playing with me, it could all be yours.”
“But I don’t like spankings and I don’t want to be left alone.”
“No little girl or boy likes getting spankings, but they have to. How else would they learn not to repeat a bad behavior?”
“Just yell at us?” I asked, hoping that would be a suitable answer.
“No. Yelling just goes in one ear and out the other,” Robert chuckled, tickling my stomach.
“S-stop…” I begged, laughing so hard under his knowing fingers. He finally stopped and I had to catch my breath.
“Okay, getting back on topic. I can understand why you don’t like being alone, so the only time I’ll leave you alone is when it’s your nap time. Otherwise, you’ll sleep in the same bed as me so we can cuddle.”
I thought about what he said and I would be okay being left alone for nap time. Nap times weren’t that long. If what he said was true, I wouldn’t mind acting little around him.
With that thought in mind, I said, “Okay. We can try it once. But if I don’t like it, then I’m not going to keep playing with you.”
“That’s all I can ask of you, baby girl,” he said, giving me an encouraging smile.
Now that I had committed to at least trying an age play relationship, I had to know how he would act when he was punishing me. I was nervous to ask for what I wanted next, but I figured that I had to know, before this went any further. “R-Robert?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“W-will you s-spank me?” I asked, looking up into his eyes.
His eyebrows nearly shot past his hairline when he heard my request. “You want me to spank you? Juliana, punishments are only for when my baby girl is naughty. I will never punish you just for the fun of it.”
“But… I was rude to you at dinner… and I need to know.” This was harder than I thought it would be.
“Need to know what, sweetie?” He was clearly confused and I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t think of any little girl who would voluntarily ask for a spanking.
“How you are when you do a spankin’. Please,” I begged. As much as I hated feeling pain, I had to know how he acted. If he acted anything like Boyle when he spanked me, then I would never allow him to do it again.