Learning to Be Little Again (8 page)

I sighed. If she was going to have a problem with something as simple as my helping her to change, then tonight was going to be much more difficult than I ever imagined.

“Not right now you can’t, little girl. Now come on. I’ve seen you naked before and I told you, you’re beautiful. There’s no need for you to worry.”

She groaned then said, “Fine,” and let go of my wrists so I could begin undressing her.

I made fast work of changing her into her pajamas, not wanting to prolong her unease, and then I changed into my own. When we finished, I grabbed her hairbrush, sat on her bed, and motioned for her to sit in between my legs. Since I was about fifteen inches taller than her, I could easily brush her hair this way. She climbed in between my legs and I removed the wet towel and let her curly hair drape down her back and began to brush it.

She sighed contentedly and I asked, “Do you like this?”

“Yes. You get the tangles out faster than I do and it hurts a lot less.”

“That’s because you have to be patient while you do it, baby girl.”

“That’s a virtue that I do not have.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I do. So, what do you feel like for dinner tonight?” I asked, working a particularly nasty knot out of her hair.

“Candy?” she said, turning her head to look at me wistfully.

I shook my head. “No, Juliana. No candy for dinner. How about Italian food? I know a great place that delivers.”

“Yummy!” she giggled, rubbing her tummy.

I was very happy and surprised that she was so easily letting her little side out. This further made me believe that this was something she needed.

“You know, I think that Italian restaurant has their menu online. We can look at it on my iPad.”

“I’ll go get it,” she said, starting to pull away from me, but I snaked my arm around her stomach and wouldn’t let her move.

“You can get it after I finish brushing your hair, missy.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “But please hurry.”

I took my time finishing brushing out her thick curls. I didn’t want my little girl to have one single tangle in her hair. Once I was done, I let her go run to my bag and grab my tablet. When she found it, she jumped back up on the bed, sat in between my legs again, and held it as I pulled up the restaurant’s website.

“Look at the kid’s menu, sweetie. They have chicken tenders with pasta, pasta with meatballs, macaroni and cheese, or a small pizza. What sounds good to you?” I said, pointing to each picture on the tablet for her to see.

“Ummmm… pasta with meatballs sounds tasty,” she said, hesitantly.

“Okay then. One order of pasta with meatballs for my little girl and I think that I’ll have a juicy beef sandwich,” I said, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. I called the restaurant, placed my order, and then hung up.

I wrapped my hands around Juliana and gave her a squeeze. “The delivery man should be here in half an hour to forty-five minutes. What would you like to do to fill that time?” I was giving Juliana a lot more freedom than I normally would when we were role playing. I just didn’t want to scare her off by being too bossy since this was her first time back in the lifestyle. Also, I didn’t know what her safe word was yet or what age she wanted to be. So, I thought tonight would just be laid back and we could go with the flow.

I just hoped that tonight would be a pleasurable experience for her. I wanted her to know that I could be the perfect daddy for her.

Chapter Nine

I couldn’t believe that Robert was actually asking me what I wanted to do when we were role playing. When Boyle and I would role play, he made all the decisions. If I even hinted at what I wanted, he would make sure to do the exact opposite. That was why I’d hesitated when Robert asked me what I wanted from the menu. I was afraid that he’d order the thing I didn’t want. Now he’d asked me what I wanted to spend my time doing, so I just shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to push my luck.

“Come on, Juliana. There has to be
something
that you want to do. We could watch TV, color pictures, bake something. We could even play with dolls if you wanted to.”

I just shrugged my shoulders again. I felt him move behind me and all of a sudden my teddy bear was in front of me.

“Hi, Juliana. Can you please tell me what you want to play? I would love to play whatever you want to and so would your daddy,” Robert said, but he deepened his voice so it sounded like a teddy bear’s.

I giggled at his teddy bear voice. “Can we watch TV?”

“That sounds perfect. Daddy and I have a great way for you to get to the family room. Stay on the bed,” my teddy bear said.

Robert gently pushed me forward a little so he could get off the bed. Then he squatted down next to the bed and said, “Hop on Juliana. Bring your teddy bear too.”

“What?” I was confused. Why did he want me jumping onto his back?
Is he crazy? I could break his back if I got on it
, I thought as I continued to stare at him.

“I’ll give you a piggy back ride to your couch. Come on.”

“O-okay,” I said, standing on the bed. I grabbed my teddy bear, then I wrapped my arms and legs around Robert. He grabbed onto my legs and started to gallop into the family room. He did a lap around the couch, which had me giggling, and then he sat down on the edge of the couch.

“Where’s my baby girl? I’ve lost her!” he said, sounding frantic as he looked around my family room.

“I’m right here,” I laughed.

“Right here? I can hear you, but I still can’t find you, baby girl,” he said, twisting and turning to find me.

“Behind you,” I got out before I was consumed with belly-aching laughs. I didn’t know why I thought it was so funny. I just did.

He turned around and said, “There you are! I found my baby girl!” He gave me and my teddy bear a big hug. Then he moved so we were sitting side by side and he clicked the TV on.

“What do you want to watch, baby girl?”

“You pick,” I said, still afraid I was going to push my luck.

“Okay. Let’s see what they have playing on the Disney channels,” he said, flipping to those stations. One had a regular Disney show playing, but the second one had the movie
Cinderella
playing.

“Would you like to watch this?”

I gave a hesitant nod.

“Okay,” he said, placing the remote down. “Lay your head in my lap. I want you to relax.”

I did as I was told, getting as comfortable as I could on his thigh. I just couldn’t help but feel tense.
What does he want me to do?

“Just relax, sweetie. Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he quietly said, before he ran his fingers through my hair and on my neck. He was tracing random patterns on me. It felt really good and I began to feel myself lose the tension in my body as I continued to watch the movie.

Exactly forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on my apartment door. I groaned as Robert gently helped me up into a sitting position.

“I’ll bet that’s our dinner. I want you to go and sit down at the table and I’ll get the food.”

“Okay,” I said, getting up and walking over to my kitchen table. I sat down and waited for him. He paid for the food and brought it over to the table, then placed the bag on the table and made quick work of setting it.

I smiled as he placed a Barbie plate and utensils in front of me, along with a napkin. Once the table was set, he pulled the food out of the bag and said, “Okay. Here is your spaghetti and meatballs. I also got you a side of fresh asparagus.” He placed both containers on my plate.

I was about to pick up my fork to eat when he said, “Wait! I forgot something!” He got up from the table and went into my bedroom. When he came back, I could see he was holding two things. He placed one down on the table. It was a clear cup with a punch of colorful polka dots and it had a crazy straw in it. I loved it!

Then I felt him strap something around my neck. I looked down to see that it was a baby bib that read,
Daddy’s Little Girl.
I liked my baby bib, but I didn’t want him to know. He filled my cup and his with milk, put the milk in the refrigerator, and then sat back down.

“We’re ready to eat now,” he said, picking up his beef sandwich and taking a bite.

I picked up my fork and just looked at it. It was a little chunkier than any of my forks and it was made out of rubber. I inspected it for another minute and decided I could use it to eat with.

The spaghetti and meatballs were very tasty. The asparagus… not so much.

“Honey, why don’t you try eating some of your asparagus?” Robert said, noticing that I wasn’t touching it.

“No! I don’t wanna,” I said, taking another bite of spaghetti.

“Young lady, you need to eat your vegetables. They’ll make you big and strong.”

“No. I’m already big and strong enough,” I said, putting my fork down and crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t know what possessed me to do this. I just did not want to eat that icky tasting asparagus.

“Young lady, you are walking on thin ice. If you don’t eat your asparagus, I’ll have to punish you,” he said sternly.

“No! You aren’t the boss of me!” I screamed and kicked his leg as hard as I could underneath the table.

Robert didn’t even flinch as my foot hit his leg, but it had to have hurt him. The only reason I could tell he was angry was because there was a vein on the top of his head that looked like it was going to bust out of his head.

“Alright, baby girl, the asparagus can wait, but that bottom of yours can’t. Come over here,” he said, pushing his chair back.

I froze. I hadn’t meant for this to happen! I hated asparagus, but I didn’t want a spanking! What if he was harder on me tonight than he had been before? I couldn’t take much more than what he had given me last time.

“I’m waiting, Juliana.”

I looked up at him and he had a very stony expression on his face.
Crap! He’s pissed!

On shaky legs, I stood and walked over to him. When I got close enough, he spun me around, unbuttoned the drop seat of my pajamas, and then pulled me so I fell onto his lap. I didn’t have any time to think about what was going to happen before my spanking started.

Smack!
“You. Will. Eat. Your. Vegetables.”

“Owie! Daddy, I’m sorry!” I shouted, trying to wiggle my bottom away from the slaps he kept raining down on me. I hoped that my saying sorry would make him stop, but it didn’t appear to be working. He kept spanking me. My bottom was starting to heat up at the continued spanking. His hand didn’t miss a single part of my bottom and the room was full of the sounds of his bare hand meeting my bare skin.

Smack!
“You will listen to me, because I’m trying to take care of you.” He kept talking, and alternating where each set of slaps hit my bottom and upper thighs.

Once again, I wondered if his hand was made out of metal. Each spank left an indescribable feeling. I felt myself begin to cry, not only because of the spanking, but just because of the humiliation. I was naked, bent over my daddy’s lap, and he was smacking my bottom. He could see everything.
Why didn’t I just eat that damn asparagus?!

“I’m… s-sorry! I’ll eat… asparagus… d-daddy!” I sobbed, hoping that my promise would end my punishment. At the rate that he was spanking me, I wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow!

He finally stopped spanking me and helped me stand up in front of him, but I was still sobbing as he said, “Juliana, I want you to go stand in that corner while I reheat our dinners.” He pointed to the corner that was on the far right side in the kitchen.

I bowed my head in shame. This wasn’t how I’d wanted our first role playing time to go.
It’s all that stupid asparagus’s fault
, I decided as I walked over to the corner and put my head in it.

I was just about to try and reattach the drop seat to my pajamas when Robert called out, “Don’t even think about touching that red bottom or pulling up your pajamas.”

My hand fell back to my side immediately as the tears continued to fall down my face. I felt so embarrassed as I pictured how I must look. Young woman, wearing footie pajamas, standing in the corner with a well spanked bottom.
I must look like a fool.

I knew I’d messed up tonight, and I didn’t want to do it again. I kept crying as I wondered if Robert would no longer want me.
Who would want someone they had to punish the first night they tried role playing together?

I continued crying until Robert finally called me back over to him. I slowly walked over, my head still hung in shame.

“Sweetie, you can sit down and continue to eat your dinner. I was going to suggest earlier to try and take a forkful of asparagus and add some spaghetti or a meatball to the fork, so you eat it at the same time. That way, you won’t taste the asparagus as much.”

I nodded, still not looking at him. I was having a hard time controlling my tears.

“Turn around and I’ll fasten the drop seat of your jammies back on, and then we can sit down and eat again.”

I slowly turned around as he fastened the drop seat, then took my seat across from him. I winced when my tender bottom came in contact with the chair. My footie pajamas helped with some of the pain I was sure, but it still hurt.

I still couldn’t stop the tears that kept falling down my face. Besides my butt hurting, I knew that Robert was waiting to tell me that he no longer wanted to role play with me.

After a couple of minutes of silence, he said, “Baby girl, what’s the matter? I know that you don’t like spankings, but I forgave you. There’s no need for any more tears.”

I looked up at him and asked, “So… you still want… to play with… me?”

Shock registered on his face for a moment before he asked, “What? Sweetie, did you think because I just gave you a spanking I was going to stop seeing you?”

I sadly nodded my head. I didn’t want him to go. He was perfect.

He shook his head. “Baby girl, you’re little. You made a mistake, and I punished you, I forgave you, and now we move on. I’m not going to leave you. Unless you want me to?”