Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Dr. Morgan cups her face and holds her gaze. “Felicity…” he warns. “It was a surprise. There’s something I didn’t tell you either, sassy girl.”
“What, Daddy?” She drops some of her attitude.
“This Little girl is Eloise. She’s here on the Island on vacation for a week. She lives at Rawhide Ranch.”
Felicity gasps and turns toward me. “Really? How fun.” She drops down next to me and holds out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I loved Rawhide Ranch. I miss seeing all the Littles I met there.”
I shake her hand, trying to keep my gaze on her face and not let it lower to her boobs. It’s surreal. I’ve known I’m Little for a while now. I’ve been living at Rawhide Ranch for a while too. I also tend toward a younger headspace in my age play, but Little girls don’t go topless there, so this is a new experience for me.
Dr. Morgan steps away for a moment and then returns with an umbrella which he jabs into the sand right next to us, twisting it around until it’s sturdy before opening it to cover us in shade. “There. I don’t need any Little girls with burnt skin in my office tomorrow.”
Papa leans over and kisses the top of my head. “We’re going to go sit on the blanket under our umbrella and talk for a while so you girls can play together.”
I smile at him. “Thank you, Papa.”
As soon as the men are a few yards away, Felicity speaks again. “Is it weird having two Daddies instead of just one?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never had just one.”
Her eyes are wide. She’s jealous. But then she schools her face and shrugs. “I don’t know if I’d like that. I’d end up in timeout twice as often, and my bottom would be spanked too many times a day.”
I giggle. I really like her. She’s funny. “Sometimes those things do happen. It’s especially maddening if I’m naughty and I have to wait for the other one to get home so they can discuss the level of my punishment. I end up fretting all day worrying about what they’ll decide.” I cover my mouth as a fit of laughter takes me.
Felicity is giggling too. “I guess if you like being kind of naughty, and you enjoy having your bottom spanked, it can be a win.” She reaches for one of my shovels and starts filling a bucket with sand. “How do you like living at Rawhide Ranch? That must be so fun? What do you do there?”
“Well, for a long time I lived in the Littles wing. Until my Daddies claimed me and took me home with them. Now I live with them at Rawhide Ridge. I just finished my GED. That’s why they brought me here, to celebrate.”
“That’s a fun treat. You’ll love it here. What are you going to do now that you have your GED?” she asks.
I glance toward the men and shrug, looking down. “I don’t know for sure yet.”
“You seem sad about it,” Felicity states. “I would think you’d be excited.”
I shrug again, playing absently with the sand, letting it run through my fingers. “I know what I want to do, but I haven’t told my Daddies yet,” I say, surprising myself. I haven’t breathed a word of my thoughts about the future out loud to a single soul. I have no idea what has caused me to do so right now with this stranger.
She scoots closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I glance at her and then at my Daddies again. “I don’t know.” It seems unfair to discuss my thoughts with a stranger instead of my own Daddy and Papa.
“Are you worried they won’t support your idea?”
I swallow. “I don’t know that either.” It’s the truth. I don’t know what they will think of my plan. “I’ve only been with them a few months and they’ve given me the world.”
“It does look like they adore you to pieces. They haven’t stopped looking at you since they sat down over there,” she agrees.
I draw in a breath. “I used to work on the Ranch in the cafeteria. Everyone loved my desserts.”
“That sounds like fun. I know I loved eating the desserts when I visited. I bet I might have even eaten one of yours and didn’t know it.”
“Maybe.”
“Is that what you want to do? Make pastries or something?” She dumps her bucket of sand out, creating a perfect little castle from the shape of the bucket. “I bet your desserts are masterpieces like this castle.”
I chuckle. “Hardly. The problem is that’s what everyone thinks I want to do, and I know my Daddies aren’t pressuring me. Intellectually I know they will support me no matter what, but I feel strange springing something new on them. What if they think I’m loony toons?”