As we haven’t heard from little Penny for a while I thought I’d invite her over to tell me (and you) about anything she had on her mind. After eating me clean out of cookies she sat with a thoughtful look on her chocolatey face, legs swinging under her chair. Little Penny is shy, and prefers to write things in her diary. But with a little encouragement she began to tell me about a frightfully serious episode from Tuesday evening...
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I was in my cot all tucked in with my teddy Mr Hugs and Daddy was reading my bedtime story. It was my faverit, Goldilocks an’ the Free Bears. I like that story best cos it has a little girl who is naughty and gets spanked and I like to imagine I am her. I would have Frosties instead of yukky porridge though. Frosties are nice and sugary and I like the tiger on the box. If I wasn’t gonna be a pony I would be a tiger.
Daddy finished the story and I smiled and clapped. Daddy kissed me and told me I was a good girl and that I had to sleep tight. He turned the light off and I closed my eyes to go to sleep.
I tryed and tryed but I couldn’t fall asleep. Mr Hugs couldn’t either. We lay there for AGES, all sad at being still awake. I rolled onto one side, then the other, then onto my back, but nuffin worked.
Ages later, maybe a milyon hours, I felt frighted but I didn’t know why. I started to listen carefully for monsters and I defnitely heard one creaking around in the wardrobe and I felt extra super afraid. Monsters like to eat little girls and I’m a little girl and I don’t wanna be eated.
I wanted to call out to Daddy but I was scared that the monster might eat me before Daddy came. I hid all safe under the covers and sucked my dummy and thinked. After a while I thinked that if Daddy couldn’t come to me, I would have to go to Daddy. But I didn’t want to get out of my cot cos my room was all dark. I don’t like it when it’s dark cos that’s what monsters like best and everyfin looks frightnin, even my dolls on the windowsill.
“Be brave for Mr Hugs,” I thinked to myself. I pushed the covers off and stood up and climbed out of the cot. I tried to be as quiet as a mouse so any monsters wouldn’t hear me. I held Mr Hugs tight and tiptoed to Daddy’s room. The hallway has a squeaky floorboard that I always step on and I stepped on it and it squeaked – I held my breath and looked round but no monsters came (phew!)
I crept into Daddy’s room. Daddy has a nice big bed and I climbed in beside him and pulled the covers right up to my ear. Daddy kept snoring the whole time and I nuzzled into him and closed my eyes, happy that I was all safe and sound. I felt like Goldilocks snuggling up to big strong Daddy Bear. I fell asleep in about firty five seconds.
Silly monsters, I showed them!
Daddy finished the story and I smiled and clapped. Daddy kissed me and told me I was a good girl and that I had to sleep tight. He turned the light off and I closed my eyes to go to sleep.
I tryed and tryed but I couldn’t fall asleep. Mr Hugs couldn’t either. We lay there for AGES, all sad at being still awake. I rolled onto one side, then the other, then onto my back, but nuffin worked.
Ages later, maybe a milyon hours, I felt frighted but I didn’t know why. I started to listen carefully for monsters and I defnitely heard one creaking around in the wardrobe and I felt extra super afraid. Monsters like to eat little girls and I’m a little girl and I don’t wanna be eated.
I wanted to call out to Daddy but I was scared that the monster might eat me before Daddy came. I hid all safe under the covers and sucked my dummy and thinked. After a while I thinked that if Daddy couldn’t come to me, I would have to go to Daddy. But I didn’t want to get out of my cot cos my room was all dark. I don’t like it when it’s dark cos that’s what monsters like best and everyfin looks frightnin, even my dolls on the windowsill.
“Be brave for Mr Hugs,” I thinked to myself. I pushed the covers off and stood up and climbed out of the cot. I tried to be as quiet as a mouse so any monsters wouldn’t hear me. I held Mr Hugs tight and tiptoed to Daddy’s room. The hallway has a squeaky floorboard that I always step on and I stepped on it and it squeaked – I held my breath and looked round but no monsters came (phew!)
I crept into Daddy’s room. Daddy has a nice big bed and I climbed in beside him and pulled the covers right up to my ear. Daddy kept snoring the whole time and I nuzzled into him and closed my eyes, happy that I was all safe and sound. I felt like Goldilocks snuggling up to big strong Daddy Bear. I fell asleep in about firty five seconds.
Silly monsters, I showed them!
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What a brave little girl! Definitely deserving of a bag of jelly worms to take home.
The photo above is from ABhunnies, a wonderful AB site. If you want to see pretty adult girls in baby outfits, go there. Join. Enjoy! (And if you don’t, don’t).
The photo above is from ABhunnies, a wonderful AB site. If you want to see pretty adult girls in baby outfits, go there. Join. Enjoy! (And if you don’t, don’t).
Jelly worms and biscuits, you spoil that little girl, Penny.
ReplyDeleteI'm just gonna go ahead and say that this stuff isn't for me. I'm sure some people enjoy it but it gives me the squicks. To each her own.
ReplyDelete-HG
I have seen littles play at a club meeting. For many, it helps with an inner need. I say go for it if it works for you.
ReplyDeleteGrown up me here when I should be sleeping... the big, bad monster Insomnia strikes, haha!
ReplyDeleteI understand that ageplay isn't to everyone's taste, HG: not everyone likes every kink, and that's natural and dandy. I personally enjoy it and, as joey advises, I "go for it" when the feeling takes me. Do also bear in mind that as well as being a kinky person I am a writer, and that I try to cover a lot of bases on this blog, i.e. I try to write things to appeal to a wide range of people. One man's meat and all that!
And I probably do spoil Little Penny, Aunty, but she's just so darn cute xx
Penelope,
ReplyDeleteI meant to note that I thought the post itself was quite well written and constructed. And like I said, if you enjoy it, go for it.
Lord knows I'm not judging. My fantasies involve being dragged into the girls' bathroom at an all women's college and having my hair aggressively washed in the toilet...probably not for everyone.
I'm really happy I found this blog, with such a smart community of commenters.
*hugs* I hope the insomnia passes soon, Penny.
HG
Thanks! Me too!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for the comments. I'll have to see if I can write a story quite well sometime about a young man getting a swirlie. (I learned that term just recently, as it happens: a kind American chap introduced it to me in a saucy email exchange).
Aw! Don't write a story on my account...I'm blushing...at one end anyway...
ReplyDeleteI think the term in England is bogwash or bogwashing. Like most things British, it sounds pretty gross :P
HG
Awwww. I think Little Penny is adorable. How could you NOT want to spoil her? ;)
ReplyDeleteLittle Penny likes TFD.
ReplyDeleteA 'swirlie'? The boys at my school referred to it as the 'royal flush'. I'm not sure what was royal about it, though. I find Little Penny adorable too, and just as well she would have been spanked a lot more if she weren't so incredibly sweet.
ReplyDeleteDefinately a favourite game of mine. Sleep tight, little 'un. :)
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