Learning to Be Little Again (11 page)

“Yes!” I said, jumping off his lap. “I want to play with you and my dollies!” I shouted, running into my bedroom.

I didn’t hear or see him running after me until he grabbed me and then tossed me on the bed. I giggled the entire time as he paused, grabbed the four dolls that he’d brought, and then jumped on the bed next to me. I knew then that since he was willing to spend his Saturday morning playing dolls with his girlfriend, I had found a keeper.

Chapter Twelve

It had been two weeks since Robert and I had our first age play date. Since then we’d been on five more dates, and two of those dates had been age play dates that were very similar to our first one.

With Robert as my daddy, I was actually considering being his little girl on a much more permanent basis. For now though, I was happy with how things were. As we went on more dates, I found myself really starting to like him. He was so perfect. He always took care of me, no matter if I was acting big or little. He liked me for me, and that that made me feel extra special.

Also, since we had started dating, I was getting more than three hours of sleep at night. In fact, lately, I’d been sleeping through the entire night without any nightmares—something I never thought I’d do again.

I’d gained another five pounds, and I no longer had dark circles under my eyes. All this progress made Robert very happy, and of course, it made me happy too. I was starting to feel like my old self—even though I knew I still had a lot of work to do. Robert said he wanted me to gain about fifteen pounds more.

It was a Tuesday night, and I was just walking out of my office when my phone rang. Robert and I didn’t have any plans until Friday night, so I immediately picked it up, thinking it was him.

“Hi, Daddy!” I giggled into the phone.

“Hello, Juliana,” a cold voice said. The same voice that haunted me in my nightmares.

“B-Boyle.” I froze on the spot, fear washing over me like a tidal wave.

“Yes. I’m surprised you even remember me.”

“Y-you can’t t-talk to me,” I stuttered. I was trying to be brave, but that was really hard to do when I felt like a fifty pound weight had settled in my stomach.

“Yes, I can. I don’t care about that restraining order your police friend set up. You’re my little girl, and I’m going to talk to you whenever I damn well please.”

“W-what do y-y-you w-w-w-want?” I asked.

“You, of course. I miss my little girl.”

I just shook my head, no longer able to speak.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Juliana. Getting a new daddy when I was still yours. I’ll make sure to punish you very hard for that.”

“N-no!” I managed to whimper out.

“Yes. I’ll be watching, Juliana. Think about the punishment you have coming the next time you hang out with your new daddy. Goodbye.”

I heard a click as the call ended and then I ran to the closest garbage can in the office and lost the contents of my stomach. Thankfully, no one was around as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He was back. I knew he would come back. I couldn’t do this. I felt just like I had when Mark had found me tied up, like I had no control over my life and what happened in it. Boyle was still in control. He always was, and I would never be free of him.

* * *

My cell phone rang just as I was finishing getting ready to go on my date with Juliana. I checked the screen and saw it was her.

“Hey. Couldn’t wait to talk to me, could you?” I chuckled into the phone.

“I c-can’t go on a d-date tonight,” she whispered into the phone.

“Juliana? Are you okay? What’s going on?” I asked, immediately becoming alarmed. I’d talked to her Tuesday afternoon and she’d been fine. Mark hadn’t called me about any problems.

“Nothing. I… just… I-I’m sick.”

“Let me come over then. I’m a doctor, remember?” I chuckled into my phone, hoping that it would put a smile on her face.

“N-no.”

“Juliana.”

“Bye, Robert,” she said, right before I heard the click signaling she’d hung up on me.

Crap!
I quickly dialed Mark’s cell phone number.

“Hey, Robert.”

“Has Juliana talked to you at all lately?” I asked, not even bothering to say hello.

“No. The last time I talked to her was on Monday. Why?”

“She just called me to cancel our date and she sounds horrible. I’m going over there now.”

“I’ll head over there too.”

“No. Give me an hour or two with her first before you come. I don’t want to startle her with too many people.”

Mark paused before answering, and I could tell he was thinking it over. Just as I was about to tell him again not to come over, he said, “Fine. I’ll be over there in two hours.”

“Great.” I hung up my phone and grabbed a bag to fill with my stuff. I was
not
going to be leaving Juliana alone if she wasn’t feeling well.

I also grabbed two other bags I thought I might need tonight.
Thank gosh I decided to pack these earlier. Hopefully Juliana won’t freak out when she sees what’s in the first bag
. Then I headed to my car to go and help my baby girl.

Chapter Thirteen

I felt so sick. I hadn’t eaten and had hardly slept since that call from Boyle on Tuesday night. I knew I looked awful. I’d gone to work on Wednesday and Thursday, but today, I just couldn’t make myself go. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything in the past couple of days, my body was racked with dry heaves, which made me even more tired than I already was.

Every time I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep, I would see Boyle. That made sleep almost impossible. When I did manage to fall asleep, within an hour I woke up screaming from nightmares.

All of this combined, and I knew I’d lost the precious weight I’d gained since meeting Robert and that the bags under my eyes were back and more pronounced than ever. I was afraid of what Robert and Mark would say if they saw me now.

A knock on my apartment door had me practically jumping out of my skin. I was paralyzed with fear. What would happen if it was Boyle? I didn’t know what to do. Then there was another knock on the door. I took a deep breath, deciding I could at least check the peephole and if it were Boyle, I could call 911 on the spot.

I grabbed the metal bat I’d started carrying around with me and I slowly walked towards my front door. When I reached it, I looked out the peephole and saw Robert standing there.

My whole body relaxed, but then I started to think about what Robert would say when he saw me and I began to panic again.

“Juliana! Open this door, please. It’s me, Robert.”

“Robert… I… ummm… I’m sick!” The lie fell from my lips for the second time that night.

“I know that, baby girl. That’s why I’m here to take care of you.”

I couldn’t let him see me like this. If he did, he would tell Mark, and I didn’t want them knowing that Boyle was back. They would be so overprotective and that would mess with their lives.

“Juliana, open this door right now!”

“I-I don’t want to get you sick!” I tried lying one last time, hoping that he would go away.

“Juliana, open this door right now or else I’ll call Mark and he can come over and open it with his spare key.”

Crap!
I forgot I’d given him that. At the time, I’d thought it was a smart idea. Sighing, I opened my apartment door to let Robert in. He came in, and I closed and locked the door. When I turned around to face him, I decided I must look worse than I thought because he froze when he saw me.

“Oh, baby girl. Come here,” he said, holding his arms open.

I don’t know what came over me, but I flung myself into his arms and just started to sob. All the pent up stress and worry that Boyle would find me again came all out.

“There there, baby girl. You should have called me the instant you got sick. I would have been here in a heartbeat to take care of you.”

“I… I’m… s-sorry!” I sobbed into his chest.

“It’s okay. What matters is that I’m here now. Why don’t we go into your bedroom so I can see what’s going on with you.”

“Okay.” I nodded and started to pull away, but to my surprise, he picked me up just like he would a little girl, carried me into my bedroom, and placed me down on my bed.

“Don’t move,” he said, before he left my bedroom and came right back in carrying three bags. He placed two on the ground and one on the bed next to me. I knew it was his doctor’s bag.

“How are you feeling right now, little girl?”

“Sleepy and my stomach hurts from dry heaving.” I yawned.

“You do look mighty tired. You haven’t been sleeping well? Open your mouth, please,” he said and placed a thermometer in it.

While we waited for my temperature, he lifted my shirt and started to palpate my stomach. Then he pulled the thermometer out of my mouth.

“You have a slight fever, baby. Is there anything else bothering you I should know about?” he asked, moving his bag and sitting down next to me.

I felt my face blush bright red as another symptom came to mind. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since Monday evening, but I didn’t want to tell him that. So instead, I just shook my head.

“Are you lying to me, little girl? Remember, if you lie to Daddy that will result in a punishment. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me anything?”

How does he know when I’m lying?
I wondered. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get away with the lie, I admitted, “I… I… I haven’t gone to the… bathroom.”

“You haven’t gone to the bathroom?” he repeated, increasing my embarrassment.

I nodded, feeling my face get even redder.

“When was the last time you went?”

“Monday evening.”

“Thank you for telling me. You will still be getting a punishment for attempting to lie. I cannot have my baby girl trying to do that again, but I will give it to you once you feel better. I think now, though, we should go into your bathroom.”

“Why?” I asked, beginning to freak out. I didn’t want to move. Now that my Daddy was here, all I wanted to do was jump into his lap and fall asleep.

“It’s Friday night, little girl. If you haven’t gone to the bathroom in four days, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you an enema.”

“
No!
” I shouted at him and jumped off the bed. Just as I reached the doorway, one of his muscular arms wrapped around me. I tried to fight him, but after a minute, I fell against his chest in exhaustion.

“Relax, baby girl. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, turning me around in his arms.

“I don’t wanna an enema,” I said, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, hoping that would make him decide not to give me one.

“Sweetie, if I didn’t think that this was the best thing to do for you, would I do it?”

I sighed and shook my head.

“Do you think I would ever intentionally hurt you?”

I shook my head again. I knew he would never hurt me, but what person would ever want to have their boyfriend/daddy give them an enema?

“Then you have to trust me, baby girl. I’m only doing what’s best for you.”

“Fine, but I still don’t like it, Daddy,” I pouted.

“You don’t have to. Now come on, after your enema, you’ll have a nice bath, and I’ll dress you in your jammies, and then it’ll be bedtime,” he said, letting go of my hand for a second and grabbing his doctor bag.

“Okay,” I said, taking his hand again and walking towards my bathroom with him.

He shut the bathroom door, put his doctor bag down, and said, “Baby girl, I want you to disrobe from the waist down.”

With shaky hands, I did as I was told as he pulled the enema equipment out of his bag and got it set up. I kept reminding myself that plenty of other people did this and had survived. In fact, I’d read an article that some people voluntarily did it on a daily basis with coffee.

“Okay, sweetie, I want you to lean over the bath tub now,” he said once I was naked from the waist down.

I did as I was told, but I hated this position. My bottom was on display for my daddy, and I was freezing as my knees were kneeling on the cold tile floor as the tub pressed uncomfortably into my stomach. I jumped when I felt something enter my bottom and I clenched down on it, not wanting it to go in.

“Easy, baby girl. I’m just stretching you a little. This is just my finger,” he said, as he moved his finger around inside me.

As he continued to move his finger around, I started to feel my pussy get slightly wet. I had never experienced anal play, but what he was doing felt shockingly nice after the initial burn. But that made me feel even more embarrassed than I had been before.
Who enjoys having their boyfriend play with their bottom
? I made a mental note to ask Samantha the next time I saw her.

He pulled his finger out and I relaxed.

“Baby girl, I want you to take a couple deep breaths for me. Okay? Just relax,” he said, and I knew my enema was about to start.

I closed my eyes, doing as he said, taking a few deep breaths. After my fourth one, I felt a hard, lubed tube enter me. I whimpered at the unwelcomed object. At the moment, it didn’t hurt, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable.

“Okay, baby girl, I’m going to start putting the liquid inside of you. Remember, take some deep calming breaths and just relax.”

I immediately began to feel the liquid start to enter me. At first, it felt strange, but it didn’t hurt much. But as time went by, I started to become more and more uncomfortable because I started to feel like I had a full stomach and that I really had to go to the bathroom.

“Daddy! I need to go to the bathroom!” I said, starting to squirm. I needed to get up.

“Hold on, we’re almost done,” he said as he pressed one of his hands on my back to stop me from getting up. While holding me down, he started to rub my back, which did help slightly, but I still felt very uncomfortable.

The enema continued filling me and I soon felt like I was going to lose my mind because I
really
had to go to the bathroom.