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“Great! How old do you need to be today?”

This time her voice was stronger. “I need to be four. And… I might need to be a brat.”

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Ohmygod—had she really just said that? She felt her cheeks burn, even though no one could see her. But there was also a huge sense of relief. And even saying the words had allowed her to sink into Little space as she sat on her bed, holding her favorite stuffie—a ladybug Squishmallow—to her chest. That, and the masculine voice on the other end of the phone.

“Are you still there?” he asked.

“Yep. I’m here.”

“Good girl. I know that wasn’t easy for you, was it?”

“Nope,” she said as the words ‘good girl’ rang through her mind like a tinkling bell.

“That’s okay. It sounds like you’re getting very Little, and that’s okay, too. In fact, it makes me very happy.”

“It does?”

“Of course. What good is a Daddy without a Little? So you be as Little as you want. It’s all okay. Now, we need to find a cuter name for you. Not that Francesca isn’t beautiful, but I’m thinking something Little and cute, like you. Have you ever had a nickname before?”

“Not really.”

She’d always wanted a name just for her Little self, but somehow she’d never dared. Why was it just talking to this man for one minute made everything feel okay?

“How about…Frankie? I think it’s super cute. But you have to like it, too.”

“Oh, I love it!” she crowed, her Little self coming out full-force.

“It fits your voice, Frankie.”

“It does?”

“Yep. Soft and adorable. That’s what your voice sounds like to me.”

“It does?” she repeated. Why did that make her tingle all over?

“It does. Now, tell me, do you just want to talk today? Because we have a lot of other options.”

“Um…like the other stuff Annie talked to me about? Like spankins ’n stuff?”

“Yep. Spankings and other punishments. And sexy times, too.”

“Oh… I, um…”

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “We can get into that later, if you like. So, how about today we start by setting up some rules for you?”

Her body went warm all over, and her Big girl parts started to tingle.

“Yes, please.”

“So, first of all, you’re to call me Daddy, or Daddy Luca.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what, Frankie?” he demanded, making her heat up even more.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, surprised at how easily the word came out of her mouth.

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