Twenty-four-year-old Juliana once loved being a little, until the cruelty of the man she had called daddy broke her heart and she decided to never be little again. But when she fails to take care of herself and becomes ill, a worried friend brings her to Dr. Robert O’Connor, claiming that he will understand what she needs. Juliana is embarrassed and nervous, but to her surprise, Robert gives her a teddy bear and tells her a fairy tale to help her relax. Though the exam is intimate and thorough, Juliana feels safe the whole time and hopes afterwards that she’ll see more of the handsome doctor.
From the moment Robert heard about Juliana’s past, he wanted nothing more than to take away her pain and make sure she never has to worry about anyone hurting her again. He is thrilled when he asks her out and she shyly agrees. Though Juliana claims she doesn’t want to be a little anymore, he longs to prove to her that age play with him is nothing to fear. Robert is a patient man, and before long Juliana is calling him “daddy”, playing with her dolls, and coloring. He delights in taking care of her every need, dressing her in footie pajamas, and brushing her hair. Even when Juliana is disobedient and Robert has to put his baby girl over his knee and spank her bare bottom, it is always followed by plenty of loving hugs and cuddles.
Soon Juliana is eating more and sleeping better, and feels healthier than she has in a long time. But when the man who once mistreated her skips bail and threatens to hurt her if she continues to see her new daddy, she becomes terrified. Will she ever be free to relax in her daddy’s arms, knowing he will keep his little girl safe from everything and love her no matter what?
Author: Meredith O’Reilly
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 59,500 words
Now that I had committed to at least trying an age play relationship, I had to know how he would act when he was punishing me. I was nervous to ask for what I wanted next, but I figured that I had to know, before this went any further. “R-Robert?”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“W-will you s-spank me?” I asked, looking up into his eyes.
His eyebrows nearly shot past his hairline when he heard my request. “You want me to spank you? Juliana, punishments are only for when my baby girl is naughty. I will never punish you just for the fun of it.”
“But… I was rude to you at dinner… and I need to know.” This was harder than I thought it would be.
“Need to know what, sweetie?” He was clearly confused and I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t think of any little girl who would voluntarily ask for a spanking.
“How you are when you do a spankin’. Please,” I begged. As much as I hated feeling pain, I had to know how he acted. If he acted anything like Boyle when he spanked me, then I would never allow him to do it again.
“Alright, Juliana, because you’re asking for it and you did sass back to me at dinner. I want you to stand up and remove your pants and underwear. Place them on the coffee table and then lie back down over my lap.”
I stood up on shaky legs, removed my clothes, and laid back down on his lap. I felt so exposed in this position. He could do whatever he wanted to do to me. Flashbacks started going through my head of when Boyle had spanked me. He’d liked to use other things to hit me that left me bruised for a solid week.
“Tell me why I’m giving you a spanking, Juliana,” Robert said, pulling me out of my memories.
“Because I was rude to you and because I asked for it.”
“That’s right,” he said, softly running his fingers over my bare bottom, sending shivers through my entire body. “If at any time during this spanking it’s too much for you, I want you to say the word, red. That will stop everything. Okay?”
He ran his fingers over my bottom for a couple more minutes, which stretched my nerves to the wire. I just wanted to get this over with, not prolong it! I had to know if he would spank in the same vicious, unloving way that Boyle had. If he did, I would never speak to him again.
Smack! “You will—be polite—when I—or someone else—is talking to you.”
The first set of spanks startled me. They were rapid, quick smacks that rotated around my entire bottom, and he continued to scold me in between each couple of spanks. Each smack stung and heated my bottom up. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable.
Smack! “You will—trust that I—will take care of you.”
The spanking had started off warm, but it now turned into a fiery pain. Each smack felt like Robert had a hand made of steel. I began to whimper and tried to move my bottom away, but he put his elbow down on my lower back to keep me still. Why did I asked for this again? I wondered as I bit back a cry when a particularly hard smack landed on the left side of my bottom.
Smack! “You. Will. Eat. More. Food. Without. Complaining.” With that last word, he slapped the center of my bottom extra hard. I screamed as pain radiated its way across my butt. I couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down my face. I kept apologizing profusely, promising I wouldn’t be rude to him ever again.
“It’s okay, baby girl. You’re forgiven now. Come here,” he said, pulling me up and turning me so I was sitting in his lap. He reached for the blanket I kept on my couch and wrapped me up in it.