“That should help, and Juliana should get over it. She likes Samantha too much.” I turned towards Meghan and asked, “Where’s Joey? Is he napping too?”
She looked towards the living room. “No. He’s just watching some TV. He might doze off, but he really isn’t a big nap person. He normally only takes a nap when he’s sick, acting younger, or really grumpy. Then I have to make sure I have a bottle of milk, his pacifier, and blankee ready for him.”
“How old does he act when he’s in his little mindset?” I asked.
“For the most part around eight. But there are times when he acts a tad younger, like three. It just depends on how he’s feeling. I sometimes like him to act younger. I like the extra snuggle time with him. How about Juliana?”
“She likes to act around six years old, which is fine by me. Boyle liked to treat her as a one year old to humiliate her more, so I don’t know if I’d ever treat her that young. We talked about it, and she made it pretty clear that she’d never want to act younger than three.”
“That’s a shame. Samantha likes to act like she’s four most of the time, but maybe once a month or so she’ll let me treat her as a one year old. That’s my favorite time with her. I get to give her lots of cuddles and take care of my baby girl’s every need.”
“I’m sure that she’s also easier to keep out of trouble when she acts that young too. Sometimes I wished that Joey acted that young because there are some Saturdays where his bottom is so red, it glows as vibrant as a ruby.”
Everyone at the table chuckled at that.
“Maybe one day Juliana will let me treat her that young after she trusts me more. I think the only thing she’d mind is if I tried to make her wear a diaper.”
“That’s okay. You can do everything else for her except that. It took Samantha a while to get used to wearing and using a diaper when I started treating her like a one year old. Just make sure to talk to her about it. Otherwise, you never know what evil schemes she’ll come up with to get you back.” Jackson chuckled.
“These littles of ours, they keep us on our toes.”
“Yes, they do. Just last week…” Jackson began.
* * *
“Are you awake?” A soft voice whispered in my dream. I ignored it and continued to play with the bunny rabbits I was chasing around in the open field.
“Juliana? You gotta wakes up.” That same voice said again, and this time someone pushed me a little.
I fought to stay asleep, wanting to hang onto my dream as long as I possibly could.
“Juliana! Come on! You gots to get up!” The voice persisted and someone shoved me again.
“What?” I groaned, opening up my eyes and coming face-to-face with Samantha.
“Good, you’re up. Do you wants to play now?” she asked, popping her right thumb into her mouth and beginning to suck on it.
“Play?” I repeated. My brain was not fully awake yet as I tried to understand what she was talking about. I shifted on the bed and my attention went straight to my plugged bottom.
“Yeah. My daddy said that after my nap we could play,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the bed and into my nursery.
I was still confused about what she wanted to do when she pulled out a few dolls from the toy chest. Then everything finally clicked as she looked up at me.
“Oh! You want to play… like with toys.”
She nodded rapidly and then looked down at the dolls again.
“Okay. But I’m still mad at you for telling my daddy I was tired. Did you know that he gave me a spanking and he put a plug in my bottom hole?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Sorry. You were tired though! Besides the plug might feel uncomfortable now, but trust me, if he takes it out like how Jackson does, you’ll be thanking me.”
“You’re insane. The next thing that you’re going to tell me is that a spanking can feel good.”
“Sometimes spankings do feel good! If it isn’t a punishment spanking, it’ll have you coming in minutes!”
“No, it won’t. All spankings hurt!” I argued. There was no way I could picture Robert smacking my bottom and having that cause me to be aroused.
“Juliana, trust me, some spankings do feel good and when Robert takes out your butt plug, you’ll be screaming in ecstasy,” she said, with a lustful look as if she was remembering some very fond times. She snapped out of it and said, “I’m sorry again. But I thought it was what was bestest for you.”
I sighed. I couldn’t be mad at my bestest friend for long. “Fine. Don’t do it again.”