Josie’s Daddy – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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Her face turns pink. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Why not?” She’s ordinarily far more outgoing and extroverted than me. Except when it comes to looking men directly in the eyes. I’ve noticed this about her.

She rolls her eyes and cocks out a hip. “Don’t act like you talked to Chase every time you saw him. I saw you the night of the party. He swept you right off your feet, literally.” She sighs dramatically. Practically swoons.

I cover my mouth to keep from giggling too hard. She’s right. “True. I shouldn’t judge others.”

Zia picks nonexistent lint off the skirt of her lavender dress. It’s cotton and short with pleats that make the skirt full. I’ve never seen her wear a diaper. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t play that young. I hope when she realizes I’ve started letting myself enjoy a younger age range, she won’t judge me.

Zia takes a breath and stands taller. “When do you leave for Littleworld?”

“Next Saturday.” I bounce on my feet for the millionth time. I get excited every time I think about this upcoming vacation.

I can’t stop myself from spinning around in another circle. This time, I wobble far enough that I nearly fall on my butt. My ballet flats are slippery on the bottom, which makes it possible for me to spin like that, but at the same time, they make it harder for me to control the twirls.

I gasp when two firm hands land on my shoulders. When I tip my head back, I find Daddy looking down at me from above and behind. “You have two choices, princess. Would you like to give Daddy your shoes and go sit on your bottom and play with something on the rug? Or would you like me to take you over my knees and spank you here in the nursery before the night even gets started?” He lifts one brow high.

I purse my lips and stare at him for a moment, pondering my options. He knows I like it when he spanks me. He knows part of the reason I keep spinning is because I know I’m breaking the rules, and I know he will eventually spank me. On top of that, he’s already planning to spank me. I wonder if he’s going to double my punishment.

Part of the fun of being Little is defying Daddy from time to time just enough to get my bottom spanked, but I’d rather hold off until later in the evening. “Sorry, Daddy.” I bend down to pull my shoes off and hand them to him.

I like being barefoot better anyway. Part of my sensory processing disorder includes the fact that most shoes bother me. These cute ballet flats are the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned—thanks to Daddy.

When we’re at home I never wear shoes, but it’s a must when we go out. I sometimes wear my special socks without seams and tennis shoes I can slip on. But these flats are my new favorites.

“Good choice, Baby girl,” Daddy says as he kisses my forehead. “Go have fun.”

Zia giggles as I wiggle free of Daddy and skip across the room toward the plush rug where we can sit and talk.

I love how my dress flairs out around me when I sit as though I’m really a princess.

Zia plops down in front of me, leans toward me, and whispers, “I’ve heard Littles only wear T-shirts and diapers on the island. Do you think that’s true?”

I nod. “Yes.”

She shivers. “I’m not sure I could do that. I love being Little, but I’ve never worn a diaper. Are you nervous about that?” Well, that answers that question.

My cheeks heat as I shake my head. “Not really.”

“Have you tried it before?” she asks after glancing around and leaning in closer.

My face must be bright red by now. I won’t lie to my friend, but this is a pivotal conversation. What if she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore after I tell her the truth?

I swallow hard and nod. “Yeah.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious. It’s okay. I’m not judging you. What’s it like?”

I glance down and shrug. How do I explain it to her? “Freeing, I guess,” I murmur, being honest. “I like being in a younger headspace. Daddy takes care of everything, and I don’t have to worry about anything at all.”

She reaches over and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I get that. It sounds nice. Maybe if I had a Daddy of my own, I would be willing to try diapers and stuff too.” She glances toward the men again.

I do too. Gabriel is watching us.

Zia continues, “That would take a lot of trust though. I’m not sure I could ever trust someone that totally. I’d die if he made fun of me.”


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