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Daddy’s Little Sweetheart by Meredith O’Reilly – Extended Preview

Daddy's Little Sweetheart by Meredith O'Reilly

I woke up the next morning feeling so refreshed. I hadn’t slept for that long, or that well, in ages. I glanced at the clock to see that it was eight. To most people, that wouldn’t have counted as sleeping in, but to me, it was. I was usually up no later than six every morning.

Last night, after I had finished getting ready for bed, Jensen had made me email my boss, and he’d emailed me back half an hour later saying that it was fine if I took off the next week and a half. I had been hoping that my boss would say said that it was impossible for me to miss that much work at one time.

“Good morning, sweetie.”

“Oh my gosh!” I yelped, jumping out of bed. I hadn’t realized that Jensen was there.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you knew I was here,” he said, putting his cup of coffee on the nightstand and placing a newspaper in his lap.

“It’s okay. I was still waking up—that’s why I didn’t realize you were here,” I said, climbing back in bed.

“Mm-hmmm… Did you sleep well, sweetie?”


“Good. Look what I made,” he said, getting out of bed and walking over to his dresser. On top of it was a large covered tray.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Breakfast. I made it for you earlier, but you slept in later than you normally do, so I decided to wait for you,” he said, as he moved the tray to his nightstand. He removed the lid to reveal two bowls.

“Thank you. That was really sweet, Jensen,” I said, as he handed me a bowl full of oatmeal.


“Hey! These have dinosaurs in them! I love dinosaur oatmeal,” I said as I ate the small little dinosaur candy, then took a bite of oatmeal.

A smile crossed his face before he said, “I know you do. That’s why I made it for you. Listen, Claire, I meant what I said last night. I want you to act little for the next week and a half. I think it will really help you. Unless you have any reason why this wouldn’t work, for the next week and a half, I’m going to be daddy to you.”

“But, Jensen,” I began, then paused when he gave me a hard look. Putting down my bowl, I restarted, “But, daddy, I like being a big girl too. I can do plenty of stuff as a big girl and still relax. Like I could go and get my nails done and get a massage. That would be relaxing.”

The look on his face told me that I was going to have to come up with a better reason than that if I didn’t want to be treated like a little girl for the next ten days.

“Plus, being a little girl for a week and a half is going to be too long! I’ll forget what it’s like to be an adult.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to happen. You need to relax, and being little for that long and you forgetting your adult worries will help your health tremendously.”

It felt like a hundred pound weight had just been dropped into my stomach. He wanted me to be little for so long and he wanted me to forget how it felt to be an adult. That sounded just like some of the boyfriends and husbands in a couple of the age play books I had read in the past. The men had ended up forcing their girlfriends or wives to be little all the time. I just couldn’t let that happen!

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my fears. I knew that I was probably just being crazy. Jensen and I had been playing together for years and I trusted him to never force me to do anything that I really didn’t want to do. But, isn’t that exactly what he’s making you do now? a voice whispered in my head.

“Claire—” he began, but I interrupted him. I suddenly didn’t want to talk about this subject anymore because he would just think that I was crazy.

“I’m fine. Just super hungry,” I said, diving into my dinosaur oatmeal with gusto.

Thankfully, it seemed he wasn’t going to continue what he’d been going to say the first time.

“You do like your oatmeal. Try eating a little more carefully though,” he said, taking a napkin and wiping my face.

“Thank you,” I said, then finished the last bite of my oatmeal and put my empty bowl on the tray.

“You’re welcome. Now drink your milk, little girl. It’ll make you big and strong when you get older.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, reaching for the cup with the crazy straw. I loved crazy straws with all of the loops and I loved watching my drink be sucked up through the straw. It was like watching a roller coaster! When I had drunk half of my milk, I started to blow bubbles. I giggled as they almost started to come out of the cup.

“Claire, drink your milk. Don’t play with it,” daddy said as I saw him trying to cover up his smile.

“Yes, daddy.” I continued to giggle and had to pause from slurping up my milk so I wouldn’t choke on it. After catching my breath, I finished the last of my milk and then put my cup back on the tray.

“All done?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, giggling and jumping out of bed. I had to admit, even if I didn’t want to be little for such a long time, it was kind of fun at the beginning. I got to act goofy in a way that I wasn’t able to when I was an adult.

I ran out of my adult bedroom and into my little one, then immediately sat down in front of my Barbie house and picked up two of the Barbies I had put down the last time I had been little.

I was just starting up a conversation between the two dolls when I heard daddy clear his throat from behind me. “Claire bear. You need to get dressed now. I’m going to take you to the park.”

“The park?” I asked, turning around to look at him. I didn’t want to go to the park now. I normally loved going to the park, but today was a Thursday morning. The only people who would be at the park now were littles who played this way seventy-four seven. I didn’t want to be labeled as one of those types of littles. That was the label I was trying to avoid.

All of a sudden, that one hundred pound weight was back in my stomach. He had to know who would be at the park today and what other people who saw me there would say. That little voice in my head came back and was whispering that he wanted me to be little seventy-four seven from now on.

“Yes, sweetie. Now, let’s see. It’s supposed to be cold outside…”

I watched him pull out a pair of pants with little butterflies on them and a long sleeved pink shirt. Then he chose some pink and white knee high socks, and finally, a matching pair of frilly pink underwear and a bra.

“Come here, sweetie. Let daddy help change you, and then we can go to the park.”

“Daddy, I’m five years old. I can change myself, and I don’t want to go to the park today. I want to stay home and play with my Barbies!” I said, even though I was already walking over to him.

“Claire, you can play with your Barbies when we get home. And I know that you can change yourself, sweetie, but you’re my little girl. It’s my job to take care of you,” he said. In short order, he removed all of my clothes until I was standing naked in front of him.

I didn’t like this. Being completely naked while Jensen was still dressed made me feel extra vulnerable and like I truly was little.

“Okay, sweetheart, please step into these.”

I put both of my hands on his shoulders as I stepped into the underwear. He pulled them up and then continued getting me dressed. Once I was dressed, he picked me up and placed me on the bed.

“Time to get your shoes on. Since it isn’t supposed to snow today, you can wear your pink light up shoes.”

“Thank you, daddy! These are my favorite!” I exclaimed, as he put my right shoe on first, tied it, and then did the same for my left shoe. Then he bundled me up in my winter coat, and put on my hat, scarf, and gloves. I felt like I had gained an extra ten pounds by the time that I was dressed.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to be this bundled up in the warm house for long. I was starting to sweat! He was soon changed and ready to go in a matter of minutes.

“Alright, sweetheart. Do you want to ride your bike or walk?” daddy asked, as we stepped into the garage.

“Ummm… ride my bike please,” I said, running over to my bright pink bike. I loved my bike. It was perfect for me. It had a flowered basket in the front, a bell on the handle bar, and on each handle, glittery strings hung. Last year, daddy had finally taken my training wheels off so it was a big girl bike now.

I was just about to hop on when he said, “Claire bear. You need to wear your helmet, elbow, and knee pads if you want to ride your bike.”

“Okay, daddy,” I said, then reached for the knee pads in my basket and put them on, then put on my elbow pads, and lastly my helmet.

I was ready to roll. I hopped on my bike, kicked up my kickstand, and started to ride out of the open garage.

“Claire! Wait for me!” he called out and moments later, he was beside me on his bike. “You need to wait for daddy, honey. I don’t want you to wander off on your own,” he scolded.

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry,” I said, then continued to peddle. As I thought about it some more, I didn’t think that anyone else would be at the park. It was a Thursday morning. Who would want to go to the park that early? All the littles who acted this way all the time were probably taking a nap, so I decided to not stress about my fears and just enjoy the time I got to spend with my daddy.

As we were riding to the park, I showed my daddy all the cool tricks I could do with my bike. I did a circle around him and then I did a figure eight. I even rode my bike with only one hand, but he really didn’t like that.

We had just turned the corner to the park. I couldn’t wait to ride the swings! I was so excited—until I saw there were about a dozen kids there with four adult supervisors.

I couldn’t believe it! I thought the littles would be napping or would be inside. I didn’t want to be at the park with them!

I was so focused on watching the children and so terrified that I would have to play with them… and that Jensen would talk with the supervisors… and then sign me up for daycare… and I’d be a little forever… that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going until it was too late.

“Claire!” Jensen shouted as my bicycle crashed right into a pole. I fell to the ground, my chin hitting the unforgiving concrete.

“Claire! Baby, are you okay?” he asked, suddenly right beside me. He sat me up and I felt his hands move their way up and all around me, probably checking for wounds.

I was in shock and then embarrassed when I realized that the kids who were playing at the park were now all focused on me. Then I tasted something metallic in my mouth. I brought my gloved hand to my lip and then my chin and realized that I’d cut up my face badly.

Then the pain of my fall hit and I began to cry.

“Claire bear, it’s okay. Come on, Dr. Roberts’ office is just around the corner. We have to go see him.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor!” I panicked, thinking of the last time I had been there. I had gotten a shot in my bottom and it had hurt so much. I didn’t want that to happen again.

“Sweetie, this isn’t up for discussion. Come on, we need to get you to the doctor. Up you go,” he said, picking me up in his arms.

“Is she okay? We saw her take a tumble,” one of the supervisors said as she came up to Jensen and me. Not wanting to look at this supervisor, I buried my head in his neck.

“It looks like she hit her chin very hard. I’m going to be taking her over to Dr. Roberts, just to have him double check everything.”

“That’s a smart idea. I’ll grab your bikes and watch them for you. Whenever you’d like, you can pick them up from the daycare.”

“Thank you so much. Come on, Claire, let’s go visit Dr. Roberts,” he said as he began to walk towards the office.

He walked past the park and as I realized that everyone was staring at me, I started to cry harder and snuggled closer into my daddy’s neck.

“It’s okay, baby girl. You’re going to be okay. I know your chin hurts,” he said, striding through the town while rubbing my back.

I didn’t care about my chin hurting. I was humiliated because all those littles saw me crying like a little baby. I didn’t pay attention to where we were until I heard the jingle of the bell that meant we were at the doctor’s office. Suddenly, my nose was assaulted by the smell of antiseptic products.

“Oh! What do we have here?”

I glanced up at Nurse Kaitlyn and she let out a gasp.

“Oh, my dear Claire! What happened to you? Come on, you can take her right into exam room one. It’s been quiet today, so Dr. Roberts will be able to see her right away,” Kaitlyn said, leading my daddy down the hallway and to the exam room.

“Thank you, Kaitlyn,” he said as he entered the room.

“No problem. Here, put these on Claire’s chin,” she said, holding out a wad of napkins. He gently did so as she left the room.

When he tried to put me down on the exam table, I clung to him because I didn’t want to be let go. There were times when a little girl just needed to be held by her daddy, and this was one of them.

When he tried to put me down again, I cried out, “No, daddy! No!”

“Okay, honey. You just try and relax,” he said, sitting down in one of the chairs that was in the room.

I snuggled closer to him. I didn’t want to be here, and my face hurt. Daddy should have listened to me and let me stay home today and let me play with my Barbie dolls. Then none of this would have happened.

“Well, what do we have here?” Dr. Roberts asked, coming into the exam room with his wife, nurse Kaitlyn, behind him.

I hid my face in my daddy’s neck as I heard the sound of the door clicking closed. Maybe if Dr. Roberts didn’t see my face then I could get out of the shot that I knew would most likely happen.

“Hi there, Jensen. Hi there, Claire. What brings you two in today?” Dr. Roberts asked.

“Claire had an accident. She was riding her bike and got distracted and ran into a pole. Her face hit the ground and now she has a rather nasty cut on her chin. I was wondering if you could look at it and tell me if she would need stitches or not.”

“Oh no. Accidents are no fun. Does your chin hurt a lot, Claire?” Dr. Roberts asked me.

I nodded but didn’t move from where I was hiding against my daddy’s chin.

“I’m sure that it does. But, you know, the only way I can make you feel better is if I see your cut. Do you think that I could look at your face, Claire?” he asked as I heard the sound of gloves being snapped on.

I shook my head. I did not want him touching my cut or giving me a shot and causing me even more pain. I’d had enough of that today.

“Claire, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I just want to take a look.”

“Let Dr. Roberts take a look, sweetie. He just wants to make you feel better,” daddy said.

I knew that they were right, so I slowly turned my head toward Dr. Roberts while still holding tightly onto my daddy.

“That’s a good girl,” Dr. Roberts said, then took my chin in his hand and moved it from side to side. After a moment, he said, “Kaitlyn, dear, can you please hand me a wet paper towel?”

“Why?” I mumbled.

“I need to remove the dried blood on your face so I can see how bad your cut is,” he said as he took the towel his wife gave him and started to wipe my face.

“Ouch! Stop… that hurts!” I protested, moving my face into my daddy’s neck again.

“Claire, I need to do it. If I don’t clean off your face, then I won’t be able to see if your cut needs stitches or not.”

“No! Let’s go home! I’m fine,” I said, beginning to panic. I realized that if I needed to get stitches that meant that I would need to get a shot, and Dr. Roberts would sew my skin up like someone would sew a hole in a shirt. I was not going to let that happen!

“Claire, you need to calm down and listen to Dr. Roberts. You want to be a good girl for him and me, right?” daddy said, beginning to rub my back.

“I… fine. Just hold me extra tight, daddy,” I murmured so that only he could hear.

“Of course, sweetie. You’re being such a good girl.”

I turned back to face Dr. Roberts.

He started to clean my face again and it thankfully didn’t hurt as much this time. When he finished, he said, “Hmm. It looks like that chin of yours needs a couple of stitches after all. I’ll be right back and we can fix it up. Jensen, I’ll need her to lie back on the exam table.”

I let out a whimper at the thought of leaving the safety and comfort of my daddy’s arms as Dr. Roberts left the room.

“Come on, Claire. I’ll hold your hand the entire time,” he said as he unwrapped my arms from around his neck and placed me on the exam table.

“Daddy…” I croaked, trying to keep my grip on him.

I normally wasn’t this clingy. But when I got hurt, all I wanted was my daddy to snuggle me and make it all better.

“I’m right here, sweetie, see?” he said as his head appeared to the side of me. He grabbed both of my hands and gave them a little squeeze as Dr. Roberts came back into the room with some supplies.

Dr. Roberts whispered something in Kaitlyn’s ear and she nodded before coming over to the bottom of the exam table and holding my legs. This did not make me feel better about what was to come.

“Okay, sweetie. I just need to give you a little shot. Then your chin will be all numbed for me to fix,” Dr. Roberts said, coming towards me with a syringe in his hand.

I began to whimper and closed my eyes, turning my face away so I wouldn’t have to see what he was doing. I really didn’t like shots.

“It’s okay, sweetie. This won’t hurt. Right now, I’m just going to numb your mental nerve. Did you know that was what the nerve in your chin is called? Odd name for it, right? I always remember it because my anatomy teacher joked that if two people were wrestling, that would be the place to hit because it would knock the other person out and the two people would have to be mental to be fighting in the first place.”

“Funny,” I muttered, waiting for the shot to happen.

“You can open up your eyes, honey. I already gave you the shot. You were just focused on my great story.”

I opened my eyes to see Dr. Roberts and my daddy smiling down at me.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, sweetheart?” daddy asked as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

A warm happy feeling spread through me. I loved it when my daddy was proud of me like that. It made me feel extra special.

“Okay, Claire, I’m going to stitch up your chin now. This should take just a couple of minutes. Just focus on your daddy.”

I did just that. I kept looking at my daddy and ignored the tugging sensation in my chin.

“You’re being such a good girl, Claire. I think that someone deserves a reward when we leave, Dr. Roberts,” my daddy said proudly.

I nodded my head, excited at the idea of getting a reward. I would love another Barbie doll, or maybe I could get my daddy to buy me another Barbie book, or maybe even a Barbie house since I had been really well behaved!

“Stay still, honey,” Dr. Roberts chuckled.

After a couple of minutes, the tugging sensation went away and Dr. Roberts said, “Okay, Claire, I’m all done. You can sit up now. You and your daddy just need to come back in a few days so I can make sure that the stitches have healed well.”

“Won’t you have to take them out?” daddy asked as he helped me sit up.

“No. Since Claire only needed four stitches, I used dissolvable ones. Within a couple of days, they should be gone.”

“Okay. Thank you again, Dr. Roberts. We’ll see you in a few days,” daddy said, then picked me up and carried me out of the exam room.

“Wait, Mr. Boyer! I have a couple of stickers for Claire since she was such a good little girl today,” Kaitlyn said, walking towards us.

“Thank you, Kaitlyn, and thank you for helping us out today,” daddy said, taking the stickers and putting them in his pocket.

“I want them, daddy,” I murmured, trying to reach toward his pocket.

“You can have them later, Claire bear. I want to get you home and into bed right away. It’s a good thing that our house is so close to the doctor’s office,” he said, stepping outside and walking towards our home.

“Into bed? Daddy, I only had a couple of stitches in my chin. I’m not sick!”

“There will be no arguing, Claire. You’re going straight to bed, and if you keep disagreeing with me, then it’ll be with a sore bottom.”

I pouted the entire way home. First daddy took away my stickers, and then he was going to force me to stay in bed like he always did whenever I was sick. How was that fair? I’d had a couple of stitches—it wasn’t major surgery. I wanted to play with my Barbies, not be forced to sleep because it would make my body heal faster. Daddy was being so unfair!

“Sweetie, stop pouting. When we get home, I promise to give you your stickers right away and you can play with a couple of your Barbies in bed.”

“Thanks, daddy,” I said, smiling as we continued our walk home. My daddy always knew how to make things all better.

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