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I hadn’t the faintest clue, but if there was a God out there, and it was his doing, I’d thank him until the day I died.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time. How has your reading been going?” I asked, deciding to cut to the chase and find out what I wanted to know.
She blushed. I loved the extra red it added to her cheeks. I had a feeling I’d equally like seeing her other cheeks the same shade after a nice, long spanking.
“It’s going well. When you go out in the afternoon, I’m diving into different stories.”
“And?” I asked, prompting her for more. I had to know if she could accept having a Daddy/Little girl aspect in a relationship. I had learned while at college, if a partner couldn’t participate in the other’s core kink, there was no hope.
“Well, I started out with an age-play book. I enjoyed it. I tried to read a different sub-genre because I don’t want to get hooked on reading only stories in one. However, I couldn’t get into my next story. So, I went back to the age-play section and read three more stories. I can’t put them down.”
The feeling of hope was growing inside of me.
“With that being stated, I would like to try to incorporate some age play into a relationship. I think it would be something fun to have.”
It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. “What aspects would you like to try?”
“That’s where it gets a little tricky. After the stories I read, I feel like I’d be more a Middle when I regressed. I don’t want to let someone have so much control over me that they’re picking what I’m wearing, watching me play with toys, or changing my diaper. I’d want to have a Daddy I can test my boundaries with. Who will give me some independence, but who I know I could turn to for help if I ever needed it.”
I liked the sounds of that. Being a rancher, I wouldn’t be able to give Miranda the full-time care she desired if she wanted to return to babyhood or even to a young child. As much as I loved being in charge, I wanted her to not be reliant on me for everything. There would be certain firm rules for her to follow, but I wanted her to be able to do her own thing too.
“So, regressing to a teenager is what you want?”
“That’s my guess. I haven’t done this, so I could be wrong.” She watched me with her big, beautiful hazel eyes. “But I like the thought of my Daddy giving me a budget to spend at the mall and making me responsible for not going over that budget. Pretending to learn how to drive a car with him sounds fun. Going back to teenhood, I’d get to learn to make my own choices, but also feel the immense pleasure I do when I make someone proud. And if I break the rules, then I get punished and guided on how not to make the same mistakes again.”
What she was describing sounded perfect to me, and like a Little I’d want to have as my own.
“With getting to be a Middle, also, it’s a time where a kid really tests their parents’ boundaries. I never got that chance, even when I was a child. I always had to behave because of my brother. I like the idea of getting to discuss a scene with my Daddy about me breaking the rules and then playing it out. That way, I can for once act as the rebellious girl who gets corrected by her Daddy, but I don’t have to worry about the actual guilt I’d feel if I committed the misdeed. As much as I fantasize about acting naughty, I don’t want to cause trouble or hurt in reality. Does that make sense?”
More than she knew. “Yes. You want to misbehave and have your Daddy show you he’s in charge by spanking you and that no matter what you do, he’s always going to love you and never leave.”
“Exactly,” she said smiling up at me. “Do you… do you think you could give that to me?” She rushed out her words, wringing her hands and looked like a nervous wreck.
“Yes, I do.” I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were so soft against my firmer ones. She must have put on cherry Chapstick before her nap because that’s what they tasted like to me.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
I lifted my head, breaking the kiss, and I felt happier than I’d been in a long time. “We have a lot more talking to do before we go any further,” I said, not wanting to mess this relationship up for myself or Miranda.
“You’re right. But do you think it could maybe wait another five or even ten more minutes?” She blinked her hazel eyes at me as she curled her bottom lip. With anyone else, I’d turn them over and claim she was topping from the bottom, but I wanted the exact thing she did.
Throwing my better judgment to the wind, I acquiesced. “All right. We can kiss a bit more.”
Our mouths united again, and we had one hell of a make-out session.
When Austin and I broke apart for real this time, I had a hard time catching my breath. Wowzers, the man could kiss! I pinched myself, checking to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
He laughed. “You’re awake, darlin’.”
“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?” I gazed into his handsome brown eyes. I could stare into them all day.
“Because I feel the same way as you,” he admitted.
“Only you hide it better.” He showed no signs of being winded or swept off his feet, which was how I felt.
Before he could respond, his phone rang. “Hold that thought, sweetie,” he said, as he fished the device out of his pocket and answered it. “What’s up, Luke?” He listened, nodding “Mhmm.” His jaw tensed and he stood up abruptly. “What? I’m on my way,” he said and ended the call.
I was alarmed and filled with worry. What had happened?
