Page 80 of Double Daddies
The click of the door closing behind Amanda echoed like a death knell in Elle’s ears. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stop the trembling that had taken hold of her body.
What kind of games did Daddies play with their Littles? And more importantly, was she prepared to find out?
Elle
“This is beyond embarrassing, Daddy!” Elle’s voice cracked as she dug her heels into the plush carpet, fighting Drake’s firm grip on her arm. “I’m not going to prance around strangers wearing only a diaper!” The padded material crinkled with each resistant step as a reminder of her near-naked state.
“Behave, babygirl.” Drake’s voice held that dangerous edge she had learned to fear. “Or do you want our guests to see just how disrespectful you are toward your Daddies?”
Elle tugged at the blonde tresses hanging beside her face, secured in childish pigtails. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. “And two ponytails! I look ridiculous.”
“We have indulged in your tomboy Little phase because you committed to transitioning to our desires. We are still patient, it will happen, but today, I am not in the mood for your brattiness, Elle.” Drake’s fingers tightened around her arm. “You look exactly like everyone else. Now behave, or I’ll take a switch to your behind in full view of our guests.”
“You wouldn’t!” The words emerged as a strangled whisper. Images of Drake wielding a switch made her blood run cold. Damian’s whipping had left her unable to sit for days. The thought of Drake’s methodical discipline, his precise strikes marking her flesh while others watched, made her knees weak. The threat effectively silenced her protests, though her heart continued to hammer wildly.
“That’s better.”
Elle followed him to the dining room, where Damian stood with the chef, discussing the day’s menus.
“Ah, there you are.” His grin widened as he took in her appearance. “Are you ready for a game’s day with other Littles, baby girl?”
“I don’t like playing games,” she muttered, drawing knowing smiles from both men.
Through the French doors, Elle spotted the four couples on the patio. Her stomach clenched. The men exuded authority. Exuding success and dominance, the Daddies were in their forties and fifties. But it was their Littles who captured her attention. Women in their twenties and early thirties, all stripped down to diapers and pigtails like her. Yet, unlike her, they showed no signs of embarrassment or resistance.
One Little sat in her Daddy’s lap, nuzzling his neck while the other fed her pieces of fruit. Another knelt at her Daddy’s feet with her head resting contentedly against his knee as he stroked her hair. The third bounced excitedly as her Daddies praised her for something, while the fourth accepted a bottle from herDaddy with eager submission while gazing in adoration at the other.
Elle watched, transfixed, more disturbed than she cared to admit. These women had completely surrendered to their roles and embraced their infantilization while reveling in their Daddies’ control. They weren’t just playing along or counting down contract days. This was their life, their choice, their joy.
The realization hit her like a physical blow. This was what Drake and Damian wanted. This level of surrender, this depth of submission. Not her careful compliance or reluctant acquiescence but total abandonment of adult pretenses. Her throat tightened. She wasn’t this kind of Little, never could be this kind of Little. The truth of it settled like lead in her stomach. She was failing them, and soon they would realize it, too.
Her two Daddies caught her hands, urging her outside. “Come meet your new friends, babygirl.”
Elle wanted to run, to hide, to cover herself. Instead, she took a shaky step toward the patio, knowing this day would either break her completely or force her Daddies to realize she could never be what they needed.
“Everyone, this is our Little, Elle Fitzgerald. The best baker Texas has to offer.” Drake’s voice swelled with such pride, it made Elle's chest tighten.
“Ah, we heard so much about you, little one.” A distinguished silver fox drew her into a bear hug, his cologne wrapping around her like a warm blanket. “I’m Daddy Brett, and this is Daddy Sean and our Little, Cindy.”
Elle’s stomach churned as she greeted everyone. Each introduction felt like another nail in her coffin of deception. The other Littles clustered around her, cooing and giggling, their genuine excitement making her façade feel even more hollow. Drake and Damian had clearly been discussing her with their friends, painting her as their cherished Little. Yet here she stood,practically naked among these perfect couples, an imposter in a world she barely understood.
“Can we start the games, Daddy? Please, please!” Lee, a petite brunette who had been contentedly nursing a bottle earlier, bounced on her toes.
“That’s for our hosts to decide, sweetie.” Daddy Hank’s stern voice immediately checked her enthusiasm. “Better control that excitement. We don’t want it to sound demanding, now do we?”
Lee’s transformation was instant. She rushed to embrace her Daddies, pressing against them like a repentant child. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m just so excited. It’s my first game’s day.”
Elle fought the urge to roll her eyes. The other Littles clearly knew what to expect, while she felt like she had been thrown into shark-infested waters without a life vest.
“Since all the Littles seem equally excited, let’s start with the first game,” Damian announced. His pointed look at Elle’s sulking expression made her shrink back.
“The first game is Find Your Treasure,” Drake explained, gesturing to the lawn where colorful plastic eggs had been scattered. “Each Little will be paired with two different Daddies. The Little must crawl on hands and knees, following their Daddies’ directions to find the eggs matching their assigned color. The first to collect five eggs wins a special surprise.”
Elle’s face flamed. Crawl? In just a diaper? Before she could voice her protest, Drake’s hand settled heavily on her shoulder.
“Remember what I said about the switch, baby girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Everyone here has seen a naughty Little be disciplined. It won’t shock them at all.”
Swallowing hard, Elle nodded. She was paired with Daddy Andre and Daddy Michael for the first round. To her surprise, their gentle encouragement and patient guidance slowly drew her into the game. The other Littles’ squeals of delight proved infectious, and soon Elle found herself genuinely trying to win.
