Page 15 of Saving Little Jenna
"Needless to say, the restaurant has become quite popular in the age play community. They even have a Little menu and drawings for Littles to color as they wait for food to arrive."
"So cool!" She almost couldn't contain her excitement. "I can't wait to come here with you in my Little headspace one day. I always wondered if Littles were accepted in the real world."
Every time she referred to regular life as the real world, it made me wonder just how horrible her upbringing was. I was a tough man and I had seen the world, and yet a part of me was scared for Jenna. It was hard not knowing the truth, for it meant her past could come back to haunt us any minute and take her away from me.
Jenna's eyes widened the moment we stepped in. The lights were off but the place was decorated with fancy candles. Colorful ribbons hung from the ceiling and animal-themed stuffed toys were scattered all over the floor. A single table in the middle with two seats made it all the more special.
When she looked at me in surprise, I just shrugged. "You didn't think I'd ensure your first date was special? You're important to me, Jenna. I wanted you to see that."
She looked at me expectantly. I knew what she wanted to do, so I just nodded. She went from one stuffed toy to another, hugging them tightly and kissing their heads. When she hugged a few to her heart's content, the server led us to our seats and handed us the menu before leaving.
She sighed in contentment and took another look around. "All this is just perfect, Clark. I was sure I'd never get to go on a date, let alone one involving stuffed toys."
As Jenna went through the menu, she grew perplexed. She wasn't in her Little headspace, but I knew well enough that making decisions was hard for her. It didn't matter how small the decisions were. It was yet another sign that she was a Little through and through.
"You know what," I said, putting the menu down on the table. "I've been here many times with my friends. I think I know just the right pizza for you."
I nodded at the server and ordered for the both of us. When he left, Jenna had a bright smile.
"What's got you smiling so much, darling?"
"I know it's silly," she began in a singsong voice and sat back in her chair. "But I've always dreamt of such small things. Things like letting my Daddy make the decisions for me, no matter how small or big they might be. If the evening goes on like this, I won't be able to stop myself from regressing. You'll end up having to carry me back to the car."
I popped a semi in my pants as I shifted in my seat. It was the first time she came so close to referring to me as her Daddy, which I found extremely arousing.
"I'm glad you brought that up because we need to discuss some details." I leaned in closer with my hands on the table. "How Little do you usually get? Do you prefer to wear big girl panties or do I get to see how cute you look in a diaper?"
Her shyness said it all as she shrugged and spoke quietly. "Honestly, I don't know. I've always wanted to try diapers out of curiosity, but I never got an opportunity. Sometimes when my parents weren’t home, I liked to crawl around the house and it felt just right. I guess I'm still trying to figure things out."
I painted a vivid picture in my head, one of Jenna in her diapers crawling around the house and sucking on a binky. It didn't matter how much she regressed, but I hoped I'd get to see her cute bottom in a diaper.
"That makes two of us." I put my hand on hers and smiled. "I don't know what kind of Daddy I want to be either, but we'll figure things out together."
She pushed her lips out in an adorable pout. "I hope you're the kind that lets your Little get away with anything."
I chuckled and shook my head. "Nice try, but nope. You'll still have to be a good girl for Daddy."
It was the first time I referred to her as my girl, which made her shiver and collapse into the chair. She opened her mouth slightly as if to suppress a moan.
When she sat up straight, I continued. "But for the times when you're not and I need to discipline you, we need to have a safe word. It’s to let me know it's too much for you and I'll just back off."
"No, Clark, " she said. "You've been so nice to me. I know you'd make a good Daddy, and good Daddies only want the best for their Little. I know you'd never give me more than I can handle. If you make me do something I don't want to, it's because you know what's best for me. I might not see it, but I trust you."
I was glad we were talking about these things so early on. Communication was the key and I wanted us to be honest from the get-go. I was happy that she trusted me, but we still had a long way to go.
"I see your point, " I said. "But every Little is built differently. Lance's Little is very sensitive to pain. On the other hand, John’s Little hasn't gone a day without being spanked. See what I mean?"
She looked up at the ceiling and frowned as she thought hard. "How about red? Like the street lights. I read that on a forum once."
I nodded. "Sure, but I want you to use it without hesitation. You shouldn't try to take more than you can handle."
When the server brought us fizzy apple juice, she took a sip and smacked her lips. "This is my first date, but I'm sure women throw themselves at you all the time. I haven't socialized much, so I don't know if it's taboo to talk about your exes. Romance films always portrayed them as difficult topics, but I've never understood why. How have your past relationships been, if you don't mind me asking."
Her asking me a question about myself was rare, but I was glad that was changing. She was slowly learning to shed her shyness around me.
"Not at all," I said, swerving around the glass as if it were wine, a force of habit. "Women tend to be interested in me, yes. But I'm never sure if it's my money they're after. Early on, I had to end several relationships when I found out they were in it for the money. Then they began to end because they found my need to care and protect too overbearing. I guess I came off as controlling when I tried making small decisions for them. My last relationship ended very poorly, after which I decided to stay single forever. She came home one day and told me she cheated on me, that it was my fault. Apparently, I made her cheat by being too caring and overprotective, which annoyed her to the point of cheating."
She gasped and put a hand on her chest. "How dare she! It's a cruel tactic to blame the victim. What I wouldn't have done to be with someone who makes the hard decisions and takes care of me. I guess different strokes for different folks."
