Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I warned Ekert over the phone that I’m experimenting with a deeper regression for my Little girl, and therefore Allisa wouldn’t be standing or sitting in a chair. I’m grateful he’s made accommodations for someone like her, even if he did add the blanket arrangement as a last-minute setup just for Allisa.
Sophie skips alongside her Papi, holding his hand.
I scoop my girl off the floor and carry her on my hip into the shop and over to the blanket where I finally lower her to her bottom. Tipping her chin back, I meet her gaze. “No standing.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
I smile. I spoke that two-word order as a trial to see how she would react to being reprimanded in front of strangers. Not only that but the words themselves suggest that she is not like other Little girls.
If she doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s living a more regressed lifestyle, she can easily say that her legs aren’t strong enough yet. She won’t get away with that forever, but it will work for today.
I decide to double down. “What happens if I see you trying to pull up onto your feet, Allisa?” My tone is filled with warning.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes widen.
And her pussy creams.
Bingo.
Everything is trial and error today. So far, she’s physically embracing her younger side.
I lift a brow because she hasn’t answered me yet.
She licks her lips. “You’ll spank my bottom, Papi,” she says in a voice that’s not loud but not a soft whisper either. Noted.
As I rise, Ekert asks me, “Would you like me to grab a support pillow? It will help keep her from toppling to one side.”
I look toward Allisa. “What do you think, Baby girl? A U-shaped pillow would give you stability.”
She blinks at me, biting into her lower lip. We both know she doesn’t need assistance sitting. So does Ekert. I’m not sure what he told Sophie.
Sophie quickly adds. “I have a really cute pink one. Sometimes I use it when I’m feeling tired. Papi, why don’t you grab it?”
Ekert winks at her and strides from the room.
Allisa’s cheeks are still pink, and she’s quivering a bit. This is good, though. We’re working out some of the kinks before we go to the park. She can take the time to figure out how she wants to explain her situation to her friend and any other Little girls she meets.
Ekert returns with the special pillow, and I bend down to arrange the U-shaped padding around my Little girl’s bottom. “There. What do you think?”
She lifts her pacifier and strokes her lips with the nipple. If she’s upset by this development, she doesn’t show it. In fact, there’s a subtle hint of arousal in her scent. That could be from any number of factors, though.
I stroke one of her braids. “Do you like the pillow, Baby girl?” We have one just like it at home. I’ve used it a few times in the past week, but she doesn’t need it anymore.
Unless she wants it.
There could be a number of things I’m not thinking of that she might find appealing if we’re going down this younger route.
I know she’s feeling exceptionally Little because she’s about to slide her pacifier into her mouth.
I bend down to her level again and wrap my fingers around hers, stopping her. “What’s Papi’s rule?”
“No pacis when I’m supposed to be talking to other people. It’s not polite.”
“That’s right. Do I need to take your binky away, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir.” She releases it, letting it fall to her chest.
“Good girl.” I let go of her fist and kiss her forehead. “I think the pillow is a good idea. I won’t have to worry about you toppling. I’m going to snap the front of it together so you won’t be tempted to crawl away, and I won’t have to worry about you.” I reach for the attached strap at the end of the U on one side of her and draw it over the tops of her thighs to cinch the sides together to prevent her from easily freeing herself.
“If I catch you touching the snap, I’ll put mittens on your hands to keep you from being so naughty.”
I’m pleased when a rush of arousal leaks from my girl. It’s probably a result of a combination of factors—the partial restraint, the fact that I’ve embarrassed her in front of Sophie, the reprimand, and her own realization that this deep regressive play suits her.
Sophie is watching Allisa closely, but she’s too polite to remark on our behavior. Plus, she undoubtedly has witnessed nearly every imaginable type of relationship, since every Little girl who moves to this area eventually comes into Ekert’s shop.
I stand and move with Ekert toward the display cases, intent on giving Allisa some time alone with Sophie. I really want her to be able to make friends. I hope she won’t be overly embarrassed about any aspect of our arrangement and decide she’d rather not see other people.