CHARLOTTE

Diana is here!” James told Charlotte as he walked into the kitchen.

“Turn the oven off, and you can leave.”

Charlotte turned the oven off, grabbed her things, and headed out of the

bakery and into her friend’s car. Today was one of the days her friend

picked her up and dropped her off at her house.

Diana didn’t always pick her up because she had work, but when she

did, Charlotte was thankful. The walk wasn’t long to her house, but after a

day full of baking delicious treats, it was nice to be off her feet.

“Buckle up,” Diana reminded Charlotte as she slipped into the car.

She had a tendency to forget to buckle herself up. Charlotte wasn’t in

cars a lot; she didn’t like to drive, and Diana didn’t pick her up a lot.

“Good girl, Charlie. Now, how was work today?” Diana asked as she

pulled out of the driveway.

Charlotte loved and hated when Diana called her Charlie. When she was

in little space, that’s what Diana called her. It always made her feel small

and ready to just be little.

“It was fine,” Charlotte whispered.

It was anything but fine. The past hour had been an absolute wreck, and

Charlotte didn’t want to tell Diana about it. She knew she would get an

earful about it from her, about her safety and all, and she already got that from James, her boss who was also a Daddy Dom to his wife who worked

with her.

Charlotte shuddered at the thought of what happened an hour ago. She

was taking out cupcakes from the oven when she stepped on a towel that

was hanging from the oven’s handle and slipped. It was like it happened

just a couple of minutes ago, still fresh on her mind.

Charlotte placed all of her weight on her feet as she lifted the heavy and

hot cupcake pan out of the oven. She let out a high pitched squeal as her

foot slipped from under her, the cupcake pan flying out of her hands and

landing on the ground with a loud bang, as cupcake crumbles flew

everywhere in the kitchen.

She landed hard on her bottom, a small scream came out of her mouth,

and her hand reached around to rub her abused bottom.

“Owie.” Her butt was throbbing.

Wincing, she pulled herself off the ground and looked around. Horror

filled her face as she took in the state of the kitchen. Pieces of cupcake

littered the whole kitchen floor.

Tears sprang to Charlotte’s eyes as an overwhelming feeling flowed

through her body. All that hard work had gone down the drain in a couple

of seconds. What was she going to do with such limited time to make more

cupcakes? There was almost no chance they’d cool enough to frost before

the customer arrived.

“Charlotte?” Diana called out her name. “Are you paying attention to

me?”

She still felt the fear, adrenaline, and worry that coursed through her

body. The worry that she wouldn’t be able to get the cupcakes out to the

customer and disappoint James at the same time.

Mishaps had been happening at the bakery more and more recently. She

didn’t intend for them, and she always managed to fix the problem, but

James found out about each and every one of them and hadn’t fired her yet.

Charlotte worried that each time she made a mistake, he would fire her, but

he never did and kept telling her that he wouldn’t.

Turning her head, she looked over at Diana before she looked out the

window and didn’t recognize the surroundings.

“Where are we going?” Charlotte asked.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. We’re going to BTS tonight. You

remember Behind the Scenes, the club for littles, Daddies, and Mommies?”

Diana said, briefly glancing at Charlotte.

Fear coursed through Charlotte’s body. She didn’t want to go to BTS.

“Anywhere but there,” she found herself saying.

BTS was a BDSM club that a lot of people went to. It really catered to

littles and their caregivers, but they had smaller sections for other aspects of

BDSM.

“I think it’ll be great for you to go. I know you’ve been suppressing

your little side more. It'll be good for you to go and let go. Maybe you’ll

find a Daddy of your own.” Diana drove to the club.

Charlotte shook her head. As much as she wanted a Daddy, she didn’t

want to look for one right now. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep; she

didn’t want to go out and play. That’s what she told herself anyway. Deep

down, she knew that she wanted to let her little free. She didn’t want to be

held back anymore.

She was stressed from life, not having enough money to pay bills, and

working a lot. Charlotte had a problem when she was little; she loved to buy

things she saw on TV commercials or the internet: stuffies, baby bottles,

blankies, and pacifiers.

Recently, she’d woken after spending a night in little space to find her

computer littered with open internet tabs. After feverishly clicking through

them—tallying each purchase as she went—Charlotte had discovered she’d

spent over two hundred dollars on things she didn’t need and couldn’t

afford.

She tried to cancel the order and return them, but they wouldn’t allow

her to cancel, and the return label would have cost more for each package

than the stuff was worth. That’s when she realized she couldn’t be in little

space unsupervised. The problem was Charlotte didn’t have anyone to

supervise her.

Diana was a Mommy, but she wasn’t Charlotte’s Mommy. Besides, if

Diana were to see Charlotte’s home right then, Charlotte might die of

embarrassment. It was a complete mess. Her little was not very organized.

She didn’t have a Daddy to take care of her, keep her on track,

discipline her when she did something naughty, and cherish her when she

succeeded at something out of her comfort zone.

That was part of the reason why Charlotte didn’t want to go to the club.

It showed what she didn’t have right now and what she couldn’t have. Since

she had been suppressing her little, each time she slipped, it was harder and

harder to get pulled out of it.

“We’re staying there for at least thirty minutes. If you really don’t want

to be there after that, we’ll leave. But I think this will do great things,”

Diana said as she pulled into the parking spot.

Charlotte groaned. Thirty minutes was a long time, and she didn’t know

how she was going to survive that time. What if she slipped into little space

for the whole thirty minutes and couldn’t pull out?

How was she going to take care of herself when she got home? There

were so many questions that ran through her head, and she didn’t know the

answer to them. Diana wouldn’t come home and spend the night with her,

not that Charlotte would allow her to.

She hadn’t been in her house, and Charlotte wasn’t going to let her

come in. It was a mess, and Diana would be disappointed in the state of it.

“Ready?” Diana asked.

Nodding her head, Charlotte climbed out of the car and grabbed Diana’s

hand as they walked toward the club front doors.

FINN

Finn thought tonight was going to be like every other night. Come

to work, watch people, walk around to make sure everything was running

smoothly, go home, and crash for the night.

It was exhausting doing this every night, but he had to. Well, he didn’t

have to because there were eight other club owners. Finn didn’t have to be

here every night, he chose to be here.

He worked well over the normal forty hours per week, but he didn’t

have anything better to do. He didn’t have anyone to come home to or many

friends or family that were outside of the other eight owners. It was just a

cold, dark, lifeless house, and he avoided going there unless he had to

sleep.

Sometimes Finn found himself sleeping in his office so he didn’t have

to go home. It was better to be in a club that had people in it, feeling like he

wasn’t alone, than to go home and be alone. He thought about going home

early tonight to get some good sleep, but something stopped him. Or, well,

someone stopped him.

Finn was walking by the window that faced the club’s big playroom.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the little girl that walked in through

the entrance. She was absolutely breathtaking with her long red hair and green eyes. She looked tense, and it took everything in him not to stalk

downstairs and ask her what was wrong.

He didn’t like when the littles that came into the club were tense. He

wanted everyone to be comfortable and let go while they were here. That

was why all nine of them came up with the club, so people like them could

have a safe place to come to.

He wanted anyone to come in and be safe, feel safe, and most cases that

happened, but there were a few who came in and didn’t feel that way. One

of the nine owners always listened and tried to make them more

comfortable.

That was what Finn wanted to do right now. He wanted to go to the girl

and ask how he could make her more comfortable. Ask why she was so

tense and see if he could help any, but this wasn’t like all the other times.

He felt a connection toward her, and he couldn’t explain it.

He had seen her walk in with a lady, probably her Mommy since she

wasn’t doing anything. Finn’s heart broke with that thought.

He didn’t know why he was feeling this way toward this particular little.

Finn also had never taken an interest in any little since opening the club

several years ago with his friends. He had never seen her before.

How had he never seen her before? Could she have come whenever he

wasn’t in the club or in meetings and couldn’t look at the guests?

He didn’t like to mix work with pleasure, but how else was he going to

find that special girl for him? It was hard to go outside of the club and meet

people. He had tried it before, but the person just wanted to be with him and

faked being little.

He knew it wasn’t all like, that but he couldn’t help not wanting to do it

anymore because of that one instance.

It was also hard for Finn to find a little. Once a little heard that he was

one of the owners, they changed. They tried to impress him and make Finn like them more. They acted fake, and he didn’t like that. He didn’t want that

either. He wanted a genuine little who didn’t have to act a certain way.