Christopher POV.
“Come here little one,” I call her, it was just a five-minute timeout, I didn’t give her a big punishment, but the tears I could hear, and the sniffles, were a sign that she was breaking in, she’s finally giving in for her little space. Peter told me about her playing, about how she ran after the guys and enjoyed her time, and he even told me about her blush when he told her I’m single, that wasn’t called for, he didn’t have to tell her I’m single, but he did.
When she turned to me with the biggest pout ever, and teary eyes, the look she gave me made me feel guilty while she was the one who didn’t eat her veggies, and she was the one being a sassy girl with me. But now that she’s crying, I went down on one knee again, opening my arms for her, inviting her in for a hug, I didn’t have to say anything she came right in for the hug, hugging me tightly.
“Hey sweetie, you’re okay, I’m not mad at you,” I assure her, but the tears only got worse, this part is so critical and always hurts when the little goes into their little space for the first time when they receive their first punishment, it’s hard on them, all she needs now is aftercare and love.
“Shush, sweetie, shush,” I say getting up with her in my arms, helping her feel younger and smaller, helping her little self feel tiny. Not that littles have to be short, they come in all sizes and shapes, but we have to work with what we have, and her being so short, I had to play on her height to help her feel younger.
“You’re okay little deer, you’re safe now,” I assure her, even if I punished her, she needs to know it ended now, and I love her, very much.
“I nu like veggies, but I usually eat it, me nu know what happened,” she says she’s not understanding what happened, from my time observing her, I know she ate all food, she was never fussy, but right now she is being one.
“Big Bambi eats everything, but it’s okay for my little deer to be fussy, but by the end of the night, she’ll eat her veggies like a good girl,” I say, some littles are brats, some are fussy eaters, and that’s okay, she needs to find her real self.
“Me bad,” she says, but she wasn’t, that’s the problem, they think they are bad, just for being fussy.
“Nope, you’re not even near being bad, you’re the best little ever,” I assure her still holding her, I didn’t let her go, my hand kept going over her back, rubbing it, helping her stay calm.
“I’m not a little,” she says, she’s the definition of a little right now, if I agree with her, we’ll lose all our progress, but I had to keep on pushing her.
“You’re just a little deer, a very small deer, my baby,” I say throwing the claim mine, it would be stuck, tomorrow when she remembers everything that happened, it would include me calling her mine, more than once.
“But me no can find daddy,” she says, although I saw her with both men and women, I didn’t know what she prefers until now, she wants a daddy, thank god, I don’t know what I would do if she didn’t want me, maybe talk her into settling down for me.
“There’s one right here, holding you,” I say, not mentioning the other doms, she’s mine.
“But you the boss,” she whines, her whole body starting to relax now.
“Even the boss can have littles can’t he, you’re tired,” I say knowing for sure the whole day had her exhausted.
“DJ has Katie,” I say, he’s the only trainer with a little.
“That’s right, maybe I can have you?” I suggest to her since I can’t ask her for sure until she’s big again and ready to talk, but I can suggest it now, and hope for the best later.
My technique might sound manipulative, but it’s how we get business done, she didn’t answer me, instead, her whole body relaxed, I believe she fell asleep, the emotional exhaustion would do that. I decided to put her in her bed, as much as I wish to put her in mine, but that wouldn’t be right, I had to put her in her own room, turning on the baby monitor, they are on in every little room during the night, and they get turned off in the morning, just to make sure they don’t need us during the night.
I did change her clothes for her, it wasn’t the first time I did that, I did it once when she was drunk, and this time since she’s in her little space, I added protection before bed, some pull-ups, most of the littles wear them, some even wear diapers.
I went back to my room, the happiness was very clear on my face, this was the biggest progress we did since she joined the little program until now. Hopefully, she’ll be asking more about her little space, about what happened, once the morning comes, and I will have my chance to request to be her daddy full time, or at least while she’s in the program, not that I’m ever going to let her go, not ever.
Around midnight, I heard her crying, maybe she had a nightmare, or just felt the need to go and that woke her up, I ran t her room, beating all the other trainers, she’s mine, and they know it. Not that DJ would be getting up, he throws most of the night shift off on the other trainers since he have Katie to deal with during the night.
When I made it to her room, I just found her crying, but couldn’t guess the reason of her tears, until I got closer to the bed, and sat next her.
“Hey, sweetie? What’s wrong?” I ask her, pulling her in for a hug, rubbing her back, she kept crying until she began to cough badly, I didn’t like that, I kept on rubbing her back, trying to offer her some water, but she pushed that away, only to vomit all over her bed covers.
“My bed,” she says seeing it covered with puke, then started to cry all over again.
“Hey, it’s fine, I can clean it up for you,” I assure her, but she was just tired and fussy.
“How about you sleep in my bed, is that okay? Sleeping with me?” I ask her, even the littles need to consent before placing them in our beds.
“Sleep with you,” she agrees hugging me back.