Learning to Be Little Again(30)

“I’ll make a note of that. That actually brings me to my next point. When we’re role playing, if there is something you don’t like happening, I want you to use the word ‘canine’. That will get any and everything to stop. That will be your safe word.”

“Okay. Would you stop even if we were in the middle of a spanking?”

“Yes, but don’t get any ideas about using that safe word just to get out of a spanking that you don’t want. Safe words are to be used as a last resort, when you feel like you can’t take any more.”

“Okay. I wouldn’t use it when you’re spanking me anyway. Your hand hurts, but it doesn’t hurt so much that I can’t handle it.”

“That’s good to know. Now, I think that we’ve hit all the important points. Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

“One more thing, please.”

“Alright, what is it?”

I was quiet for a moment as I tried to decide how to best put what I wanted to say.

“I… ummm… what do I call you?” I finally just blurted. Then I felt stupid, because that wasn’t what I had originally wanted to say. I just didn’t know how to say it.

“What do you mean, Juliana? You called me Daddy earlier. I thought that was what you wanted to call me,” he said, clearly confused.

“I… yes. I just wanted to make sure that’s what you wanted to be called. I’ve read books where the daddy got called other things, like Uncle or Master or something else.”

A soft smile crossed Robert’s face as he said, “Juliana, you can call me whatever you want. If you want to call me Daddy, then that’s perfectly okay with me. Just call me whatever feels most comfortable to you.”

“Okay. Then I’ll stick with Daddy,” I said, a bright smile on my face. Glad we got that covered, I thought as I snuggled closer to him.

He tightened his hold on me and asked again, “Now that that’s settled, anything else?

I thought about it. “Nope.”

“Alrighty. Then we’re free to do whatever we want today. Do you know what you want to do?”

“Yes!” I said, jumping off his lap. “I want to play with you and my dollies!” I shouted, running into my bedroom.

I didn’t hear or see him running after me until he grabbed me and then tossed me on the bed. I giggled the entire time as he paused, grabbed the four dolls that he’d brought, and then jumped on the bed next to me. I knew then that since he was willing to spend his Saturday morning playing dolls with his girlfriend, I had found a keeper.





Chapter Twelve





It had been two weeks since Robert and I had our first age play date. Since then we’d been on five more dates, and two of those dates had been age play dates that were very similar to our first one.

With Robert as my daddy, I was actually considering being his little girl on a much more permanent basis. For now though, I was happy with how things were. As we went on more dates, I found myself really starting to like him. He was so perfect. He always took care of me, no matter if I was acting big or little. He liked me for me, and that that made me feel extra special.

Also, since we had started dating, I was getting more than three hours of sleep at night. In fact, lately, I’d been sleeping through the entire night without any nightmares—something I never thought I’d do again.

I’d gained another five pounds, and I no longer had dark circles under my eyes. All this progress made Robert very happy, and of course, it made me happy too. I was starting to feel like my old self—even though I knew I still had a lot of work to do. Robert said he wanted me to gain about fifteen pounds more.

It was a Tuesday night, and I was just walking out of my office when my phone rang. Robert and I didn’t have any plans until Friday night, so I immediately picked it up, thinking it was him.

“Hi, Daddy!” I giggled into the phone.

“Hello, Juliana,” a cold voice said. The same voice that haunted me in my nightmares.

“B-Boyle.” I froze on the spot, fear washing over me like a tidal wave.

“Yes. I’m surprised you even remember me.”

“Y-you can’t t-talk to me,” I stuttered. I was trying to be brave, but that was really hard to do when I felt like a fifty pound weight had settled in my stomach.

“Yes, I can. I don’t care about that restraining order your police friend set up. You’re my little girl, and I’m going to talk to you whenever I damn well please.”

“W-what do y-y-you w-w-w-want?” I asked.

“You, of course. I miss my little girl.”

I just shook my head, no longer able to speak.