Page 2 of A Little Cinny Latte

Making my way back into the main room, I carry Eefoowie to a rainbow-colored play mat and place her next to me. I reach for the closest box of building blocks and tip the box upside down until the contents shower all around me.

Once the colorful blocks are scattered around the mat, I chuckle at the mess and pick up my stuffie as I cuddle her to my chest. “Maybe it’s a good thing I don’t have a Daddy here with me,”I murmur against her soft purple fur. “Daddy wouldn’t like this mess, now, would he?”

I sink deeper into my little headspace, happy to be here. It might not be the same as playing with a Daddy of my own, but as the giggles and murmurs from the other couples surrounding me hit my ears, I can at least pretend I’m not alone.

Chapter two

John

The club’s atmosphere vibrantly pulses with giddy excitement and Christmas cheer. No matter how many times I’ve visited my friend’s kink club, I never fail to like what I see. The club has a sleek and classy vibe that invites me in. Although, tonight is the first time I’m here for pleasure, not business.

Hunter is sitting in his office when I knock on his open door and lean against the doorframe. “Hey man,” I greet.

A crooked smile curls his lips as he spots me and stands up. “Holy shit, you made it.” Hunter strides toward me and claps my back in our usual slapping bear hug. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course. I’m excited to try to win a date with a little. It might be exactly what I need to distract myself.”

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with you and your best friend.” Hunter guides me to have a seat in front of his desk, and I do.

I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Oh god, please don’t remind me. Confessing your feelings to someone is hard enough, but admitting them to someone who doesn’t return your feelings is brutal. Never thought I’d do that shit in my forties.”

“Well, either way, I’m proud of you, man. You had to do it. You’ve had feelings for him for years.”

“It’s true. At least now I know. Teddy and I weren’t meant to be. In some ways, I’m relieved. Plus, I’ve been looking for a change. I’ve been wanting to move here for a while, and now that I’m finally retired, I can focus on my woodwork. If, by some miracle, Teddy returned my feelings, I doubt he’d want to move. His life is there, and he was the only thing tying me to that town.”

Hunter nods. “By the way, we set up that Saint Andrews cross you made. The details in the wood are amazing. Really, thewhole piece is beautiful. In fact, I have a member who wanted your info as soon as he saw it. I gave him your card. He was curious if you could make a custom spanking bench.”

“Thanks.” I grin as a sense of pride fills me. “I’d love to make a custom bench for him. Going full time making unique pieces has been my dream forever.”

We catch up for a few minutes before there’s another knock at Hunter’s door. His co-owner, Cal, walks in with a huge grin on his face. “John, it’s good to see you. Are you ready for the auction?” Cal checks his watch. “Hunter is going to start announcing the littles in a few minutes.”

“I better go take a seat, then.”

As Hunter takes the stage, I follow along in my brochure, reading his introductions of each boy when the auction begins. Since today is also masquerade night, the boys aren’t only wearing the cutest little elf outfits, but some of them are also sporting masks. Once a certain Daddy wins the date, the mask is removed, and the boy is revealed.

The whole auction is playful and fun, but it doesn’t escape my notice when Hunter skips over boy number eight and introduces the ninth boy instead.

I frown when a few more boys are introduced, and it’s clear that boy number eight isn’t going up on stage. What happened? Did he skip the auction? Was there some kind of emergency?

Since number eight caught my attention, I’m extremely curious, and something about my Daddy instincts is telling me to check in with the boy when the charity event ends. I reread the boy’s introduction as the auction continues.

Number Eight

Type of Submissive: little

What to expect of this boy while he is in his submissive headspace: This boy loves age regression to help him after a stressful day. He might be shy at first, but he’s sweet and playful once he warms up. He loves to play with his toys, color, and build blocks. Arts and crafts are this little’s catnip.

Hobbies: He loves to bake. This little enjoys DIY projects and handmade creations.

Favorite item: His purple Chibico stuffie.

Perfect Date: To cuddle up with Daddy after a long day and watch Christmas movies.

Enjoys: Anything Christmas-related. From decorating to gift giving, this boy would celebrate Christmas all year long if it was socially acceptable.

I smile as I reread the last part of Number Eight’s intro. Every submissive filled out the paperwork knowing anything they wrote down would be announced to the bidding Daddies in theaudience. A lot can be said by what each boy chooses to say out loud, and I love how much personality shines through in this particular boy’s information.

The auction continues, but if I’m being honest, I’m barely paying attention. My eyes keep darting to the curtain when it opens. I can see a small glimpse of the boys lined up backstage. They are back there singing songs and giggling while they wait for their turn.

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