The Mia Series – Book Two (The Next Weekend. The Next Memory.)

Picking up the story where the first book ended, Mia continues to learn how rewarding submission is and how much more deeply she feels the love in a relationship which includes a dynamic most would not understand.

It’s the next weekend and the next memory is being built with each passing moment of the day.  She is spoken to in a manner much more sweetly with an intention to lead her towards an affection far more little still.

On this day, she doesn’t just feel little, she is regressed to near-infancy as the events of the day force her to reveal a secret of her heart.

From ponytail races to Toastix to whiskers to waddles, Mia learns that “flutterflies” isn’t just a silly sounding word.  It’s also what happens to her tummy when her Daddy uses that “voice” to speak to her.  It’s the feeling she always dreamed about.

But on this day she realizes a few other dreams, from fairy tale wishes to macaroni-n-cheese to surprises that turn her little heart Big – right at that moment in time when she needed to know she was more than just a BabyGirl to him.  She was his Princess.

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Preview

Mia yawned and rubbed her eyes, not really wanting to move yet for the comfort of the pillow and stuffed animal bedding she was lying upon. So he didn’t move her. He simply lied down next to her, removed the pacifier in the middle of her yawn and placed the rubber nipple of her wake-up bottle to her lower lip.

She took the tip in her mouth and began to nurse from it, looking up at him with the most innocent of eyes. How little she felt. How relaxed and regressed and accepting she had become. How submissive and helpless and vulnerable her soul now felt in his presence.

And, my oh my, how deeply she loved him. He just lied there next to her, resting his head on his hand and smiling at her while holding the bottle so she could drink from it. And he was contented to wait until she was done.

The quieter moments, like that one, made memories for her as fond as the trips and the presents and the bedroom. Perhaps it was how he had brought the same feel into every encounter they had, whether it was a little moment or not, that made instant affection out of time. Perhaps it was that it was altogether new to her, yet still a realization of something she always kind of knew about herself.

Whatever the reason was for their connection, it felt natural to call him “Daddy” and just as natural to see him that way.

She finished the bottle and he sat her up. On the way up, the burp came right out. She giggled at herself, accepting the pacifier back to her mouth after. She lifted her hands to the sky and off came the nightie. The cool breeze in the air caused her to shiver and she willing accepted the baby-t he put down over her head and arms. It was not a thick t-shirt, just one of the white ones she wore under certain outfits, but it was enough to keep her warm.

As her head emerged out of the collar of the shirt, her eyes were drawn to the television screen, paused once again at the point in the Sleeping Beauty movie when she fell asleep. He unpaused the movie again and he knelt behind her and took the pigtails on the sides of her head out of the holders, running his fingers through her locks and shaking her hair free.

She watched the movie as her took a brush through her hair, smoothing the hair back out before he put the pigtails back in, but this time putting them on the top of the back of her head, making them “high-pigtails”.

She could smell dinner in the air and climbed up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as usual, but she had no idea that the new experiences of this weekend were about be increased by another and her greatest feeling of “little” was about to be felt.

He carried her into the kitchen, walking over to the stove and stirring the beef stew.

“So this is Mia?” Mia heard a female voice say.

Mia looked over to the kitchen to see a woman sitting there. Mia’s eyes grew big and wide. She buried her head in her Daddy’s neck as he carried her over to the table and sat next to the lady.

Oh, how “little” Mia felt at that moment.

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The Mia Series – Book Two

The Next Weekend. The Next Memory.

 

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If you like The Mia Series, I’d also recommend “The Zeke & Lily Saga“

The Mia Series

 

Book One     Book Two     Book Three     Book Four     Book Five           Book Six      Book Seven   Book Eight      Book Nine     Book Ten