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My Young Construction Daddy is an over the top, laugh out loud MM Age Play Romance
between consenting adults.
Expect LOLs, Serious Heat, and Plenty of Feels!
This book features the themes and kinks listed below:
Daddy/boy, Age Gap, ABDL, Puppy/pet play, Bottle feeding/suckling, Diapers, Age
Regression, Instalove, Spanking, Paddling, and of course a truly wholesome HEA!
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Chapter 1
Nick

‘Busy, busy, busy,’ I sing, my voice not exactly good enough for American Idol but not too
shabby either. ‘I just love to be busy!’
Wow, is that really the time?
I’ve been at work since 6AM and it doesn’t feel like I’ve actually even made a single dent
in my customer orders list for the day. That can’t be right. I’ve put together more bunches
of flowers than I can even comprehend.
Triple rose arrangements.
Carnation collections.
Birthday bunches of exotic flowers.
It’s never a slow day at my florist, The Little Petal.
But with my stereo pumping out the tunes, and me singing along as best I can, I always
have fun.
Sometimes I work so hard I forget to stop and smell the flowers. No, I’m kidding – I
always smell the flowers!
But seriously, there will be mornings where I get into the store at 5AM and literally don’t
stop moving until noon.
When I left my previous career as an investment banker, I really didn’t think that I would
be taking my millions of dollars and actually finding myself in a more intense and
hardworking job!
But this is the way I like it.
I may be forty-four and a former stock market wizard, but I’m not about to slow down yet.
The only difference now is that I get to work with a vast array of the most beautiful
flowers.
But have I gone from Wall Street to wallflower?
I wish I had someone to share my life with. The one good thing about working in the city
and being around so many powerful men was that there was always a Daddy Dom around
the corner. Well, that’s how it felt to me.
The only problem though was that so many of the Daddies I came into contact with just
weren’t right for me. In fact, it felt like I was a Little magnet for exactly the wrong kind of
Daddy.
Everything was all about money and climbing to the top.
And it seemed like the more successful I got in my career, the worse kind of so-called
Daddy I was attracting.
Big Sigh!
I really need to shake all that off and forget about it.
I’m not a city banker anymore, those aren’t my people now.
I’m a beach town florist with a big round booty and the cutest dimples on the coast. It’s
only a matter of time before I meet my dream Daddy, right?
There are so many advantages of my new life.
The fresh air, working solely for myself, and the fact that I can sing and dance as I work
are all things that are positively superb.
No longer having to work with mean, cutthroat colleagues and clients is a bonus too.
Being a florist definitely puts me in the realm of being one of life’s good guys and I
certainly don’t miss all of the dirty dealing and double-crossing from the world of high
finance.
Speaking of high finance… I need to pick up the pace if I’m going to get this larger than
usual order finished in time for the courier. The arrangement is due to be sent for a new
restaurant that’s opening on the beach front and if I don’t get it done in time it’s probably
safe to say that the restaurant’s owner won’t be requesting my floral services again any
time soon!
As I put the finishing touches on the elaborate arrangement, I do manage to take a
moment to enjoy my creation. Full of color, a perfect combination of shapes and sizes
too… I’ve outdone myself with these bouquets.
‘Go me!’ I giggle, taking a big breath of air and allowing myself a moment of pure
satisfaction. ‘But now I need some caffeine!’
I bought The Little Petal when I decided to step away from finance and it was nothing but
an empty shell of an old florist that had been dormant for nearly three years.
It was certainly a fixer upper.
But a few licks of paint and a new sound system later and I had it up and running. Located
just on the corner and with a panoramic view of the ocean, it’s fair to say that I’ve
probably got the most wholesome and life affirming florist in the whole state.
Well, that’s how it feels to me anyhow!
Sometimes, the view from my store window is so good that it actually distracts me from
my work. Not today though. But that’s because I’m being distracted by something else…
A new dating app.
Yup, I took the plunge and put myself out there into the big, crazy, sometimes scary world
of online dating.
But this website came with a strong recommendation from a friend of mine who is also of
the same mind as me.
OlderLittles.com is for Littles who are of a more mature vintage and looking for a Daddy
who is strong, dominant, and… younger than them.
With my smart, side-parted brown hair and teddy-bear brown eyes, I think I’m pretty damn
cute – even if I do dare to toot my own trumpet!
I guess my sweet as candy dimples don’t hurt either.
When it comes to my physique I’m definitely on the soft, cuddly side and I’m totally cool
with that. I’m me, and I’m happy.
Oh, and I’ve got what I’d like to call a showstopping booty too. It’s probably the roundest,
plumpest butt in town and I don’t even train my glutes!
So I guess what I’m saying is that I’m a catch.
Hehe, but fooling around aside, I’m not an arrogant person. Despite being as cute as
cotton candy and having millions in the bank, I’m actually a bit on the shy side.
I’ve been burned in the past and I think sometimes I give off that vibe to potential
Daddies.
Or maybe I just haven’t met the right man yet.
Even as I take a minute to swipe through some profiles online, I’m seeing lots of good-
looking Daddies who just aren’t quite hitting the spot for me.
Square jaws… yup.
Strong arms… hell yeah.
Beards… you got it.
But no one, and I mean not one single man, is making me come alive with desire in the
way that I know is possible.
‘Pffft,’ I say, swiping away yet another handsome but not quite right Daddy. ‘I guess it’s
time to get my booty back to work.’
With that, I put my phone back in my pocket and move on to my next order. But just as I’m
making progress with a my latest bouquet, a new customer walks into the store.
‘Hey, how can I help?’ I say, looking up from the flowers and seeing a familiar face who I
can’t quite place. ‘Wait, I know you?’
‘Yeah, you could say that,’ the man replies. ‘It’s Tim. Tim Rothwell. We met a few times at
Merchant and Stack’s annual investment dinner.’
Yup, I remember this guy.
Tall, broad, with a face that wouldn’t look out of place on a Hollywood red carpet.
It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that Tim Rothwell is less interested in flowers and
more focused on trying to ask me out for a date.
I mean, I’m tempted… kinda.
Tim’s hot, and definitely has the looks that most Littles would do anything for.
But… he’s just not the young Daddy I’m looking for.
I’m not being ageist, because Tim’s the same age as me.
I need a young Daddy, and I’m not about to compromise on that.
I’m sure Tim will find a baby boy that’s right for him, but I’m not going to waste his time
and mine by agreeing to go on a date.
So I let Tim flirt for a little longer and then I let him down as gently as I can. Hell, he even
leaves with a pre-made bouquet of flowers for his mom.
As Tim leaves, I notice his Armani suit and super-shiny shoes.
I remember how that used to be me.
But in my Little Petal t-shirt and chino shorts, I’m feeling a whole lot more comfortable.
I don’t regret walking away from my old life – I’m living my dream now and wouldn’t swap
it for all the stock options and annual investor bonuses in the world.
Right now, I’m more than happy running my own business, having fun, and trying to figure
out how I’m going to make my house build work.
I currently live in a small house on a wonderful stretch of the coast. I’ve got a big garden
that I’m planning on using to build my dream home on, except it’s proving difficult to find
a reliable builder to take on the job.
Speaking of which, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and as I take it out I see a
message from my architect.
‘Woo-hoo!’ I say, my voice full of joy. ‘Plans are… complete!’
I’m so happy to see that my architect has finished the planning outline for the house. It
really looks great, and exactly the kind of place that I can see myself settling down in
forever.
I’m sure it won’t be long until I find a builder I can rely on, but for now I’m just happy to
see these outline drawings and imagine what it will be like to finally live in the type of
home I fantasized about as a child.
With that, I turn up the stereo and get my big booty shaking to the beat.
It’s time to power on through the rest of the morning’s orders and if I can do it to a
soundtrack of some poppy hip-hop then that’s all the better!

‘Mmmm, this is delicious!’ I say, chomping down on my big sandwich. ‘I know this place is
called Baby Salad Café, but I think I’m eating enough carbs to get me through until next
week here!’
‘Ha! I know, me too!’ Aaron replies.
Aaron is a Little like me and the pair of us are living our best lives and having a long
lunch at the Baby Salad Café. It’s a pretty unique place, what with it being a café that also
specializes and caters for Littles like us.
I mean, there can’t be that many places where you can grab a bite to eat while sitting at
your colorful table in nothing but a romper, right?
The café is pretty full, and I love the fact that they’ve got remixed nursery rhymes playing
on the in-house sound system. With the colorful Disney themed wallpaper, it’s a real treat
to be here during the workday – LOL, just one of the perks of being your own boss I
suppose!
Aaron is a great friend to me too.
Aaron is forty-two and found his Forever Daddy via OlderLittles.com too. He’s in town for a
few days while his Daddy Rafa takes some business meetings in Europe.
‘So… how’s the app search going?’ Aaron says, his bright blue eyes twinkling with
mischief.
I know Aaron wants all the juicy deets, but it’s just a shame I don’t really have anything to
spill!
‘Well, I’ve seen some cute guys, but…’ I say, my words trailing off.
‘But just not the guy, right?’ Aaron says. ‘You haven’t seen the man who’ll make you stand
to attention, if you know what I mean.’
‘Hehe, I know exactly what you mean,’ I giggle. ‘And no, I’m afraid I haven’t seen that
man yet.’
‘Don’t worry, you’ll meet him soon,’ Aaron replies, sipping on his tropical fruit juice. ‘Once
I saw Rafa, I knew he was the man for me. And guess what, that turned out pretty, pretty
good!’
I smile in response to Aaron. It’s so good to see him happy with Rafa, and I’m sure I’ll
have that moment one day – I just hope it’s sooner rather than later.
‘So what’s up with the house build?’ Aaron says, taking a bite of his sandwich.
‘All good,’ I reply. ‘Well, kinda.’
‘Kinda? Sounds like there’s a but coming, and I don’t mean your bubble butt either!’
Aaron says, laughing.
‘It’s my neighbor, Christopher Snoot,’ I say, grimacing. ‘He’s being so stuck up about my
plans. Apparently, he thinks that my new house is going be some oversized monstrosity
that will lower the tone of the neighborhood. It really won’t be that at all, but I think he just
doesn’t like me and is determined to try and do anything he can to stop it happening.’
‘Urgh, what a grump,’ Aaron replies. ‘But he can’t stop the build, right?’
‘He can make a complaint to the planning department,’ I reply. ‘I can throw money at
lawyers to make sure I win, but I really don’t want bad blood with my neighbor. I just want
to live a happy life in a nice new forever home.’
‘A forever home with… a Forever Daddy?’ Aaron says, a twinkle in his eye. ‘And if that
Daddy is a young, strong stud with a cock of steel, that’s all the better, right?’
The two of us burst into laughter.
Having a friend like Aaron is so rewarding. And even though we don’t always get to
hangout because he lives in the city, I truly relish his visits to me and my trips to see him.
That being said, I think it’s time to get back to work.
Oh, and my diaper feels pretty full as a result of all the tropical juice I’ve been sipping. I
think it’s time for a change – I don’t want to be hitting the streets with a heavy diaper
sagging down to the sidewalk!

The rest of the day at The Little Petal went as most days do – super-busy and with me
ready to collapse into an exhausted heap by 6:00PM!
But I love it!
Now I’m back at home and ready to relax all the way through until bedtime.
The only question is… who left this note under my door?
There’s only one way to find out…

Dear Nick, I see from the online planning portal that you have submitted revised plans for
your so-called ‘new build home.’ I wish to confirm again that I WILL be objecting with all
of my energy. Furthermore, please can you ensure that you keep the volume of your
monstrous music down to a decent level. I could barely hear myself think yesterday! Rap
music? More like Crap music... Your neighbor, Christopher.

OMG, is this guy for real?

I mean, seriously, he must be joking. The thing is, I do sometimes play my music a little
bit on the louder side. But that’s only because I’m enjoying it so much. And I never play it
too late, or at any anti-social times.
The weird thing that Christopher doesn’t get is that in my new, bigger house the
soundproofing will be so much better. I’ve tried to explain this to him but it’s like he just
doesn’t want to listen…
Whatever!
I don’t have time for this right now. I’ve had a hard day making bouquets for my
wonderful client base and now it’s all about getting some quality me time.
Oh, and not forgetting my partner in crime, Rosie.
‘Where are you pup?’ I say, walking back from the front door and into the kitchen. ‘Ah,
there you are my fantastic friend!’
Rosie is the cutest, squishiest little red dog in the whole world.
She also happens to be my favorite stuffie of all time – and I’m not even joking when I
say that I value Rosie at a billion times more than the several million dollars I earned as
an investment banker.
Rosie has always been there for me, and I simply can’t imagine a world without her.
‘Okay, Rosie, let’s crack open a bottle of wine and check out some of these young
Daddies,’ I giggle, opening the refrigerator and taking out a chilled bottle of white wine I
brought back from a vacation in France. ‘I know I might be wishing on a star here, but I
seriously could do with finding someone special soon.’
I walk with Rosie and my glass of wine and take a seat on the large, comfortable couch in
the living area.
‘Okay, let’s see…’ I say, opening up the OlderLittles.com app.
SWIPE – Nice arms, but…
SWIPE – Smoldering eyes, but…
SWIPE – Damn, that’s a big bulge, but…
SWIPE – OMG! Who… in… the… heck… is THAT?
Am I drunk in love? And did it take less than a second?
Suddenly I feel like I’ve had three glasses of wine and not the single sip I’ve taken so far.
This Daddy looks like he’s got everything I need and more.
Sparkling blue eyes and with a close blonde crop, he’s twenty-eight and looks like he’s
more than strong enough to handle my full body.
I flick through his profile photos and I’m seeing the type of body that would put a young
Brad Pitt to shame.
‘Rosie, are you seeing this?’ I say, my heart beating and my eyes glued to the phone
screen. ‘I think I need to talk to this young Daddy. I think I need to do a whole lot more
with him too…’
Whoever ErectionSpecialist01 is, I need to meet him and I need to meet him soon…
Chapter 2
Jason

The sun is high in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in ten square kilometers.
This building site is huge.
I’m talking two hundred apartment complex with on-site health club kinda huge.
Dozens of men work their strong, toned bodies in the heat all around me and the banter is
flying back and forth.
But right now isn’t the time to get involved.
I need to keep my focus and make sure that I’m keeping me and my small crew on target
to finish up on time today.
‘Fuck! This doesn’t ever get any easier,’ I laugh, bringing my heavy rock-breaking mallet
down on a huge rock that needs clearing. ‘I mean, my name’s Jason Rock… I guess it was
written in the stars.’
My building crew laugh, and we carry on working our bodies under the midday sun.
I work construction.
It’s what I do, and I love it.
Okay, so I don’t always love every aspect of construction, but it sure does keep me in
good shape.
I’m twenty-eight years old and have been working on construction sites since I dropped
out of college in the third semester of my Medical degree.
As much as being a doctor would have been great, my heart was never truly in it. Sure, I
would have been saving lives and doing good things every day.
But I always figured that if I wasn’t absolutely as committed as I should have been then it
would be better to step aside and let those more passionate than me take my place.
And, several years later, I don’t regret my decision one little bit.
Even doing this kind of back-breaking work for a larger building firm isn’t so bad…
I’ve got my crew with me, Kyle and Taylor.
I’ve got sunshine.
I’ve got water.
And I’m getting the max strength feeling of serotonin pumping around my body from a
great physical workout.
‘Men, let’s call it there for now,’ I holler.
‘What, the pace too much for you, old man?’ Taylor calls back, his heavy axe driving into
the rock.
‘You’re a year younger than me, dude,’ I laugh. ‘I hardly think I’m Old Father Time just
yet.’
‘Yeah, that’s my title,’ Kyle bellows, his six-pack rippling as he removes his sweat-stained
t-shirt. ‘I’m twenty-nine, about to turn the big three-O.’
The three of us laugh together.
Between us, we make a good crew.
Ideally we wouldn’t be working for a larger company as sub-contractors, but the dream of
being our own independent construction company is something that I’m working hard on
making a reality.
The problem is that the existing companies in the area have something of an iron grip on
all the large contracts that come up.
If I’m going to get us a big solo job, I have a feeling it’s going to have to be a one-off job
for an independent client.
I’m totally down for this too – the idea of working one on one with an individual and
building something especially for them is sexy to me.
Maybe it’s a Daddy thing.
The notion of providing a new building, domestic or business, for a client and looking
after all of their needs is my kind of energy.
Speaking of all things Daddy Dom, both Kyle and Taylor are hitting a bar later.
Of course, they’re keen for me to join them too…
‘You need to find a fine ass to spank,’ Taylor laughs. ‘One of those big juicy butts you like
so much!’
‘Hey, I like what I like,’ I reply. ‘You stick to your little peach-buts and leave all the big,
round asses to me.’
‘And me!’ Kyle says, before glugging down half a bottle of water in one attempt. ‘But you
should totally come with us tonight, bro.’
‘Fuck it, I’ll come,’ I laugh, the outcome never really in any serious doubt. ‘But I’m not
staying out until crazy o’clock again. We can’t be late for the asshole running this site. I’ve
heard that he’s kicked people off without paying them before.’
‘Grrrr, that’s why we need to be running our own work,’ Taylor says, impatience in his
voice.
‘Trust me, I’m working on it,’ I reply, sharing my friend’s frustration. ‘It won’t be long
before we’re truly our own bosses. You can count on me for that.’
‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wiping the sweat from his brow.
‘Hell yeah!’ Kyle repeats, a big smile on his face. ‘And Jason, tell me you’ve downloaded
OlderLittles.com now?’
Urgh.
I knew this subject would come up sooner rather than later.
It’s true that I’m looking pretty much exclusively for a boy who’s older than me, but I’m
really not entirely sold on the idea of using an app or website to find love.
It’s not like I’m judgmental of anyone else who does it, but I don’t think it’s something
that would suit me. I like to meet people in real life and find that connection without a
whole load of tech involved.
Of course, I see the irony – I’m hardly succeeding going about things the old school way.
Maybe I should give this God damn app a try.
At the very worst it would stop Kyle riding my ass about it.
‘Um, not yet,’ I reply. ‘But… I’ll get on it. Seriously. I’m going to get it.’
‘I’ll believe that shit when I see it,’ Kyle roars, turning away from me and getting back to
work.
I’m about to get my ass back to work too when I look across the construction site and see
a face that I truly don’t want to see…
‘What’s he doing here?’ I mutter, shaking my head slowly.
I’m staring over toward the absolute Grade-A asshole that is Werner Hodge.
He’s a big-time property developer who has been pretty much top dog in the business
here for the last twenty-five years.
In and of itself, this ain’t a problem.
But it’s how Hodge handles his business that bugs me.
I’ve heard about all of the shady dealings and scare tactics that Hodge has used to put
other companies out of business. I’ve also heard from good sources that he’s not afraid of
bribing the local authorities if it means he can get around a building restriction or even to
use less than optimal building materials.
All in all, I think Werner Hodge is the kind of dude I want nothing to do with – which is a
shame, because that sonofabitch is walking right toward me.
‘Jason Rock…’ Werner says, his slicked-back black hair dripping with grease under the hot
sun. ‘I hear you’re thinking of going solo with your merry little band of men?’
‘What of it?’ I reply, not wanting to give much away.
‘Oh you know, just interested,’ Werner replies, the big scar on his right hand drawing my
eye. ‘I’d hate to see you try and go it alone and then… crash and burn.’
‘Don’t worry about us,’ I say, standing proud and with my two bros behind me. ‘We’re good.
Just trying to earn an honest living.’
‘I see,’ Werner sneers. ‘Well how about this for some honest advice from one man to
another. I don’t think there’s room for another small, easily broken independent
construction company in this town. Just my advice.’
‘How about this for some advice from me,’ I reply, my blood boiling and my jaw clenching.
‘Keep the fuck away from my business.’
‘You heard him,’ Taylor adds, his grip tightening on his hammer.
‘We’re cool. But don’t push us,’ Kyle adds, his eyes locked in on Werner.
‘Tough guys, eh?’ Werner laughs, phlegm coughing up into his mouth. ‘Pffft. I’ve seen
plenty of young jerks like you before. Well, don’t say you weren’t warned.’
With that, Werner Hodge turns and walks away.
I want to kick his ass right here and now.
But I know I can’t do that – and I know I’d be playing right into his hands if I did that too.
No, I need to keep my cool and stay focused on the goal.
‘Okay, show’s over guys,’ I say, the anger still audible in my voice. ‘Let’s get back to
breaking some rocks. Hell, we can imagine it’s Werner Hodge we’re smashing to pieces,
right?’
I’m joking… kind of.
But the three of us laugh and get back to work.
Suddenly, I’m looking forward to my post-work beer way more than I could have imagined
just a couple of minutes ago.

Bull Bar is as rocking as ever.

With its loud music, down and dirty décor, and beer that flows like the sweetest nectar, this
place is my kind of hangout.
‘Yo, Kyle, it’s your round at the bar, bro!’ I call out, finishing off my crisp European lager.
‘And let’s get some chasers this time too.’
‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wrapping up his beer and slamming it down on the dark
mahogany bar. ‘I think tonight’s gonna be a good night, and I’m not talking about the
Black Eyed Peas either.’
‘Huh?’ I reply, not quite getting the reference to the song initially. ‘Oh, right. There’s me
being old again.’
‘Damn, you need a boy to keep you occupied,’ Kyle laughs, walking toward us and planting
some fresh drinks down. ‘Downloaded the app yet?’
I know what Kyle expects me to say.
Kyle is sure that I haven’t downloaded OlderLittles.com.
But Kyle is in for a surprise…
‘What does it look like to you?’ I say, turning my cell phone screen to an image of me on
the app. ‘Now, stay the hell out of my dating life you low down dirty animal!’
The three of us laugh and it’s time to sink some more beer.
With the music pumping in Bull Bar, I begin to sense that both Kyle and Taylor are going
to want to keep the night going and hit a club.
That’s a big no-no for me personally.
But if Kyle and Taylor can handle it, I’m not about to try and pull the boss card on them
and tell them they can’t. As long as they show up for work bright and early, I couldn’t give
a rat’s ass if they stay out late.
‘Let me guess, you’re turning in early?’ Kyle says, a knowing grin on his face as he
finishes his beer and readies himself to leave with Taylor.
‘Do we even need to ask?’ Taylor laughs, high fiving me and turning to leave. ‘See you
early in the AM, Jason!’
‘Don’t be late!’ I holler back, knowing full well that my guys will be on time.
I’ve got a good crew.
Hard workers and good friends too – it’s the stuff of dreams for a guy like me.
But of course, there is an area of my life that I desperately want to make some
improvements on.
I might only be twenty-eight, but I want a baby boy in my life.
This might be the European lager talking, but I just feel ready to settle down with a boy
who is everything to me, my whole world – and me the same for him, too.
I don’t judge the Daddies who are still out partying in their forties, but that’s just not what
I want.
All I need is an older boy. I want the kind of sweet, sexy boy who knows exactly what he
wants in life and is ready to settle down and make that commitment – and if he has a
deliciously edible and spankable butt then that’s just perfect!
‘Okay, here goes,’ I say, pulling the app up onto my phone again and hitting the button
that says ‘connect.’
SWIPE – Cute… but too tall.
SWIPE – Sexy… but doesn’t enjoy loud music?
SWIPE – Nice butt… and doesn’t want commitment?
Suddenly I’m thinking that this is the biggest waste of time ever. I mean, no offence to
these boys but none of them are really coming close to hitting the spot with me.
SWIPE – …
Holy hell! Who is this?
‘Username… BigBootyFlowerBoy,’ I say, arching my eyebrow. ‘Sounds promising.’
I’m scanning through this baby boy’s pictures as fast as I can.
There’s no denying it, he’s exactly what I want.
Scratch that: this boy is what I’ve been craving for as long as I can remember.
Smart appearance… Check.
The cutest dimples I’ve ever seen… Got ‘em.
An ass I could make clap faster than the speed of sound? Fuck yeah.
And what’s even better is that his bio says he’s looking for the special Daddy that will put
him in his place, keep him on a leash, and settle down with him forever.
I need to meet this boy.
But first, I want to chat with him…
Chapter 3
Nick

I might be a couple of glasses of white wine in, but I think I might be onto something
good with this guy.
My dick definitely thinks there’s a connection, that’s for sure!
I’m messaging ErectionSpecialist01 back and forth and with the lights down low and the
evening turning to night, I’m feeling in the mood…
BigBootyFlowerBoy: So… how about a more revealing photo? I’ll be a good boy if you
send me something extra naughty, I promise ;)
ErectionSpecialist01: You might be forgetting who the Daddy is here. I call the shots. You
do what I say, not the other way around. Too much sass only leads to one outcome…
BigBootyFlowerBoy: *GULP* Does this mean I need to pull my pants down and show you
my bottom?
ErectionSpecialist01: Grrrrrrrrr……
BigBootyFlowerBoy: I totally will do it if you tell me to. I think you might enjoy putting me
in my place, Daddy…
ErectionSpecialist01: You’re lucky I’m not in the room with you right now. Your cheeks
would be on fire in less than sixty seconds. Naughty boys get their bare bottoms heated up
for this kind of talk...
BigBootyFlowerBoy: So come over and show me? I’m pinging you my address now…
XoXo
Wow! Did I really just do that?
I mean, I know that the app prides itself on safety and vets its members, but I’m not
usually so forward with someone I don’t know in real life.
It’s one thing to flirt – okay, talk dirty – with someone online, but it’s a whole other level to
then invite them over.
Have I just made a booty call – or maybe this is a booty spanking call?
Whatever it is, I’ve asked this hot as heck Daddy over and there’s no backing out.
It’s time to get myself ready and make sure that when ErectionSpecialist01 arrives I’m
looking like the most perfectly presentable Little for a strict, young Daddy like him.
‘Rosie, it’s time for me to change and show my best side,’ I giggle, a surge of nervous
excitement coursing over my body. ‘I hope he’s as hot in real life as he is online. Wait…
there’s no way I’ve been catfished, is there?’
I’m just nervous.
OlderLittles.com has ways of checking for catfishing, so I think I’m good on that front. All
I need to do is get into my best baby-blue t-shirt and matching short-shorts, and I’m good
to go.
‘Hot… even if I do say so myself,’ I say, checking myself out in the mirror as put the
finishing touches onto my outfit.
I’m looking cute, but I want to check with my Little friends that I’m as on point as I can
be. I think they might think that it’s a little bit wild to meet a Daddy like this, but hopefully
they’ll support me…
Guys! Crazy situation but… I’ve got a Daddy coming over. Things got hot and heavy real
quick on the app. I’m nervous, but I want to do this. Do I look cute in this photo? NICK
XoXoXoXo
Wowzers! I think you should… TOTALLY go for it! Don’t worry, you can always send us a
message if you don’t feel it’s safe. But I’m sure you’ll be fine. AARON XXXXXXoooooo
Aaron’s right. Go for it! We’ll check in with you later either way, but I don’t think you have
anything to worry about. Don’t be too naughty – but if you are, WE WANT ALL THE
DETAILS LATER!!! Toby XoXo
Yup, that sounds about right. I think Aaron and Toby are right that I can check in with
them if I don’t feel safe. They’re both very supportive and sensible friends, and what
they’re saying to me is exactly what I’d say to them in the same situation.
Phew! Now I’ve got no excuses – this is really happening!
All I need to do now is not get too nervous while I wait for ErectionSpecialist01 – who
knows, I might even know his real name before midnight!

DING-DONG!
‘OMG! It’s him, it’s him, it’s him!’ I squeal, the sound of the doorbell making me bounce
up and down in excitement. ‘Okay, okay, play it cool, stay calm. Stay calm…’
But any chance of me staying calm goes the second I walk over to the door and open it to
the sight of ErectionSpecialist01…
‘Jason Rock, it’s a pleasure to meet you,’ he says, offering his hand to me. ‘Well, don’t be
shy. Shake my hand, baby boy.’
‘Y-y-yes, of course,’ I say, my cheeks blushing furiously as I put my small hand in Jason’s
big, strong hand. ‘Please, come in.’
I might have been worried that Jason wouldn’t be so hot in real life, but what should have
actually worried me was fainting from how unbelievably hot he was!
He’s tall.
He’s got perfectly formed, strong shoulders.
And the thighs underneath those jeans… is it too late to faint?
‘And what’s your name?’ Jason says, walking into the kitchen. ‘I’m assuming
BigBootyFloweBoy isn’t your real name…’
‘Nick,’ I say. ‘Nick Knight. Sorry, I’m a little nervous.’
‘Hey, don’t be,’ Jason replies, a kind smile on his face that lights up the room. ‘I’ll be
honest, I’m a little bit nervous too. Late-night hookups aren’t normally my thing.’
‘Who says this is a late-night hookup?’ I say, giggling.
‘Good point,’ Jason replies. ‘You saw on my profile that I’m looking for a boy to settle
down with. I might be young, but I’m in this for the long haul. With the right boy, of
course…’
‘Swoon – I mean, yeah, yeah, same,’ I reply, taken aback by Jason’s honesty. ‘I don’t really
do this kind of thing either. I mean, flirting with you got me hotter than the sun, but…’
‘Same,’ Jason replies, stepping toward me. ‘I can’t quite believe I’m saying this because
I’ve been harder than granite ever since we started talking online, but… shall we take a
breather and get to know one another?’
OMG – I think he really is the Daddy I’ve been dreaming of!
Jason’s younger than me, but he’s got that maturity and restraint that I need in a Daddy.
If it was only down to me, I would have gone along with anything he wanted.
I’d probably be over his lap with my booty on display or down on my knees with a thick
slab of meat in my mouth with most other Daddies.
But not Jason.
I think Jason Rock is different – and I’m here for it!
‘So….’ Jason says, his blue eyes full of kindness as he cups my chin in his hands. ‘How
about we chill and talk? You can introduce me to your stuffie too. She looks cute!’
‘Yay!’ I reply, my nerves vanishing and a feeling coming over me that Jason wants me to
be my true self. ‘Okay… so Jason this is Rosie, and Rosie this is Jason.’
I pick Rosie up and hold her out for Jason to inspect.
‘Cute doggy,’ Jason says, a wink in his eye. ‘You don’t see too many red dogs out and
about. You must be one very special pup. Just like your BFF Nick…’
‘Hehe,’ I reply, knowing exactly what Jason is talking about. ‘Maybe one day you can take
me and Rosie for walkies together?’
Jason nods and puts his arm around me.
It feels so good to be close to him like this.
I know we said we would take things slow, but that might be harder than either one of us
could have imagined.
I turn to face Jason and go up on my tippy toes to kiss him.
Our lips meet, and it tastes like the sweetest candy in the whole world – but it only lasts
for the briefest of moments.
‘Daddy says we’re taking this slowly, baby boy,’ Jason says. ‘And what Daddy says goes, got
it?’
‘Hmph! Okay, fine!’ I reply, trying to pout but only succeeding in smiling. ‘I guess so.’
‘Good boy,’ Jason says. ‘I think it’s time for me to leave now. Are you going to be a good
boy until I see you again?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I reply, loving every second of this.
I might not want Jason to leave, but there’s something incredibly hot about the way he’s
doing it.
I can see what kind of Daddy Jason will be, and he’s got the whole firm but fair vibe going
on that I want in my life.
‘Good night, sleep tight,’ Jason says. ‘And next time, there might be a bedtime story and
snuggle too.’
‘I can’t wait,’ I reply, my mind already imagining what that could be like. ‘Will you tuck me
in all tight and snuggly too?’
‘I’m sure I will,’ Jason says, kissing me on the forehead and turning to leave. ‘Until next
time…’
‘Until next time,’ I reply, my heart fluttering and my cock aching at the sight of Jason’s
butt flexing in his jeans as he leaves.
Jason might have told me to be a good boy until I see him again, but there’s no way I’m
making it through the night without having some of the filthiest, naughtiest fantasies
about him.
And now that Daddy’s gone, there’s nothing stopping me from getting all hot and heavy
with myself – did someone say nipple clamps and butt plugs?

YAWN! I do not want to wake up.

But my alarm is beeping, and I know that I need to make the most of my day off from The
Little Petal.
I’ve got my part-time student coming in to look after the shop today and that means I
need to work through all my boring admin so that I can enjoy at least half a day of me
time.
I lift the sheets and I can see from the butt plug and nipples clamps that I very much
enjoyed myself after Jason left.
I blush at the thought of what I was doing to myself, and how super-charged everything
felt – call that the young Daddy effect if you like!
‘What if he asks me if I was good?’ I wonder, considering the very real possibility that
Daddy Jason will want to know if I obeyed his orders. ‘Hmmm… it might be fun to find out
what he’s like when I make him mad!’
There’s no way I’ll be able to lie to Jason if and when he does ask me, so I figure I’ll just
embrace the truth and ready my tushy for a good old-fashioned spanking – there’s plenty
worse things in the world!
Wait, is this Jason now?
I pick up my phone and see that he wants to meet me for an early morning juice. I’m
totally into it – and judging from how soon he wants to meet, I think I might just have to
shower and change in world record time to make sure I’m not tardy.
I’m probably already looking at one spanking for my naughty bedtime fun, I don’t want it
upgraded to a paddling!
‘Rosie, can you make the bed while I get showered?’ I giggle, giving my stuffie a quick
squeeze before I rush to the shower. ‘Don’t worry about it! I’ll do it when I get home!’
As I run into the bathroom and put the shower on, my mind is racing full of possibilities.
I just love the fact that Jason wants to meet me again so soon.
He’s keen, and he’s not shy about showing it – I don’t think I’m going to have to worry
about him playing any kind of games with me.
Jason’s a real Daddy.
He’s young, hardworking, and wants to settle down with a Little… and best of all, I just
know he wants me for me, it’s nothing to do with my money.
I can’t wait to get to know Jason better, but before I do that I need to get all soapy and
fresh before moving my big booty down to the bay area for fresh juice and maybe even a
cupcake too!
Chapter 4
Jason

‘Damn it feels good to be alive,’ I say, unable to stop smiling as I walk down the street
toward the juice bar. ‘What a freakin’ awesome morning.’
People passing me on the street might think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.
The sun is up, there’s a slight breeze, and I’m all smiles.
It would have been so tempting to take things further with Nick last night – and God
knows I was close to letting my dick do the thinking.
But something held me back.
I could see that the boy was nervous, that this wasn’t his normal thing.
And the truth is that I’m not really a hook-up Daddy either.
I want a real connection, something that’s going to last longer than a few hours and an
awkward exit when the party’s over.
I take a turn and walk down the steps toward the café’s entrance. It’s right on the beach
front and I’ve hung out here before.
Trust me, I know juice – so when I say that this place is the best, you can take it from me
that’s it’s good.
‘Usual?’ Jack says, flashing me a smile from behind the service counter.
‘I’ll hang back a moment,’ I reply, looking around and seeing that I’ve arrived before the
boy. ‘I’ll take a seat outside while I wait.’
‘No problem,’ Jack says, giving me a knowing look.
Jack’s a Daddy too, and I figure he knows I’m here on a date.
Jack hasn’t got his own boy at the moment. A few months ago me and the other Daddies
had to rally around him as he went through a tough breakup – I’m talking late nights, too
much tequila, and the juice bar not opening up on time kinda breaking up.
But Jack’s back on form now, and with a chiseled jaw and abs sent from heaven, I don’t
think Jack’s going to be single for too long.
Anyway…
‘Hell yeah, best seat in the house,’ I say as I walk out onto the deck that overlooks the
beach. ‘Now let’s count the moments until that sassy little boy shows up…’
As it turns out, I don’t have to wait too long.
No sooner than I’ve put my butt down on the seat than I hear the sound of a boy
approaching behind me.
My Daddy senses tells me it’s Nick, and as usual my instincts don’t let me down.
‘I’m not late, am I?’ Nick says, a nervous smile on his face. ‘I showered as quickly as I
could.’
‘Thirty seconds, maybe forty-five, but who’s counting?’ I laugh, standing up and putting my
hand on Nick’s shoulder. ‘Take a seat, I’ll let Jack know we’re ready to order.’
‘What should I get?’ Nick says, scanning his eyes over the table-top menu. ‘I’m not really
an expert when it comes to healthy juices!’
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got you,’ I reply, offering a reassuring smile. ‘I know you probably don’t
want a hardcore super-green juice. But I’ll make sure you get something tasty and healthy
too.’
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Nick replies, his dimples driving me absolutely wild. ‘What happens if
I can’t finish it? Can I have an ice cream instead?’
‘We’ll see,’ I reply, knowing exactly what I’ll do to his big, perfectly round booty if he
sasses me too hard. ‘Be a good boy and drink your smoothie. I’ll leave the rest to your
imagination…’
We both smile and get to talking as we wait for our drinks.
It turns out that me and the boy have plenty in common. Long walks, cheesy action films,
and more than a passing love of kink are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to our
shared interest.
But there’s a practical connection too…
‘So wait, you’ve got the land, you’ve got the architect plans, but you can’t find a
construction manager to run the operation?’ I say, raising my eyebrow.
‘It seems like the big builders all know about my past in finance,’ Nick says, a sad look on
his face. ‘Which means an extra zero gets added on to the quote. It’s sucks. Plus
apparently if I want to jump ahead in the waiting lists, which I don’t even know if they
exist in real life, will cost me another zero at the end of the bill.’
‘Fucking assholes,’ I bark, knowing exactly the kinds of scams that these builders are
running. ‘Boy, I know this might be complicated but…’
‘Yes, Daddy?’ Nick says, a hopeful look on his face. ‘Please say what I think you’re about
to say! Please-please-please…’
Nick certainly didn’t make his millions without being a perceptive boy.
He knows exactly what I’m going to propose – but I know it could get very complicated
between us.
But that’s not to say it couldn’t work – if we lay the rules out clearly.
‘I would take on the project, and do it for a fair price,’ I say, my tone clear and to the
point. ‘But if we’re going to be getting closer in our personal life, I have to make one thing
very clear.’
‘What’s that?’ Nick says, grinning from ear to ear.
‘When things get personal, I need to know that our professional relationship remains the
same,’ I say. ‘And by that I mean… you don’t try to tell me how to do my job. The one thing
I can’t handle is a client trying to dominate proceedings. I’m in charge.’
‘Of course!’ Nick says, not taking what I’m saying seriously.
‘I mean it, boy,’ I growl. ‘I’ll always listen to what you need and take feedback on the work.
But if you try to meddle or become too pushy then that’s when I’ll need to discipline you.
And I mean serious discipline.’
‘I’ll be a good client,’ Nick says. ‘It’ll be tough for me not to be too involved, but I’ll try my
best. I guess I should start by saying my safeword is emoji.’
‘Emoji?’ I reply, taking a mental note. ‘Perfect. If we work together and don’t cross any
boundaries as far as work is concerned, there’s no reason this can’t be the smoothest
project ever.’
‘I know it will be, Daddy,’ Nick giggles, clearly very excited. ‘So how about we get these
juices to go and head over to my place now?’
‘Thirty seconds and you’re already forgetting what we said?’ I laugh. ‘Something tells me
that your butt is going to be getting warmed up sooner rather than later. But, yeah, let’s
go.’
I stand up and offer my hand to Nick.
This might be mixing business with pleasure, but I’ve got a feeling that what I’m building
with Nick is something far bigger than his dream home.

‘Damn, this has the potential to be incredible,’ I say, casting my eyes around the site. ‘So
the plan is to knock the existing building down and go from scratch?’
‘Yup, provided my neighbor doesn’t succeed with his planning appeal,’ Nick says,
motioning over toward the house next door.
‘Hmmm, okay,’ I reply. ‘Based off these plans, your new home will be adding to the locale.
It’s not too big. It looks good. All sustainable materials and eco-friendly. I think you’ll be
okay.’
I’m not lying to make the boy feel good either.
These are some excellent architect plans I’m looking at.
This would be the biggest job of my career, and all things being good would be an
excellent advertisement for future work too.
‘Let’s walk around the site,’ Nick says, an excited tone in his voice. ‘I’ve got sooooo many
plans to tell you about! And… I actually think the build could be all done in less than the
six-month time frame you mentioned.’
‘Six months is fast,’ I reply. ‘Eco-houses are often quicker, but I can’t see it coming in any
sooner than six months.’
‘Bah! No way!’ Nick says, rolling his eyes. ‘I didn’t make all my money by sticking to
timelines. If you believe in something, you can achieve it!’
The boy’s pushing his luck here.
We’re barely twenty minutes into this project and he’s already grinding my gears.
‘Careful,’ I growl. ‘I’m roll with a small crew. We work fast and we work flexible. But above
all, we do a great job. We don’t cut corners, and we have the highest standards when it
comes to the finish on a project.’
‘Yeah, but-’
‘But?’ I snarl, my patience running on empty.
‘But I want to be in my new house before Christmas!’ Nick says, stomping his foot on the
floor. ‘I opened The Little Petal for business in less than six weeks after taking on the
lease. Building a house in less than six months should be easy as pie!’
‘Enough!’ I roar, taking the boy by the hand and marching him over toward a secluded
part of the garden. ‘I’ve had enough bratty behavior and sass in the last ten minutes to
last me a lifetime. Your shorts and briefs are coming down for a spanking, boy.’
‘Daddy! Outside?’ Nick says, a look of horror on his face.
‘Indoors or outdoors, it’s all the same,’ I growl. ‘Your butt cheeks are about to get nicely
toasted. And don’t think for a second that I’ll be holding back because you’re a client. As
far as I’m concerned, this is now between a Daddy and his naughty boy.’
I watch as Nick gasps.
The look on his face tells me that he knows this is serious.
This spanking is happening and there’s nothing else to discuss.
‘Come on, unzip those shorts and pull them down to your ankles,’ I say, the slight delay
prompting me to take total control of the situation myself.
‘What if someone hears?’ Nick whimpers, the tent at the front of his briefs betraying the
fact that at least a small – or not so small – part of him is enjoying this. ‘What if someone
delivers a package to me and sees?’
‘What about it?’ I say, yanking Nick’s briefs down, taking a brief moment to admire the
red apple pattern on the flimsy material. ‘If someone sees or hears, then that’s just tough
luck for you. I’m sure there’s many a delivery man who would take delight in seeing a
sassy boy getting his bottom warmed up.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, his cheeks red and his erect cock bobbing up and down in the
open air.
‘Come on, let’s get to work,’ I bellow, taking the boy by his arm and placing him firmly
over my lap as I sit down on a garden chair. ‘You’ll be getting twelve spanks in total. Six
on each cheek. And I want you to think about why you’re getting them. When I’m done,
you can explain to me exactly why you got this spanking. Understood?’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ Nick says, tension in his voice as he waits for my big, strong hand to crash
down on his exposed, milky-white butt cheeks.
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘How does that feel, boy?’ I say, my eyes wide with delight at the sight of Nick’s jiggly
booty beginning to glow red. ‘Beginning to regret being such a brat?’
‘Yes, Daddy! I am!’ Nick says, his voice flushed with regret. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘You certainly will be,’ I roar, pulling my hand back in readiness for the next set of spanks.
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘And now?’ I say, tracing my fingers over Nick’s ruby-red cheeks. ‘I hope it’s sinking in.
You’ve only got three more on each cheek. I’d hate to have to do a repeat set…’
‘I promise I’ve learned my lesson,’ Nick says, his voice soft and full of regret. ‘I promise
from here all the way to the moon and back.’
‘To the moon and back?’ I say, a wicked smile on my face. ‘Speaking of big white objects,
I think it will be a while before your tushy is back to its normal color.’
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK!
‘And that is… that!’ I bellow, wasting no time in turning Nick over and embracing him
close. ‘You took that like a boy who understood why he was getting punished. We don’t
need to talk about it now. Instead, I’ve got something that might just help your current
red-bottomed predicament.’
I take some cooling cream out of my pocket – don’t judge, I had a feeling I’d need it
today!
‘It’s time to get this booty nice and cool,’ I say, turning Nick over again and massaging
the cooling cream into his throbbing cheeks. ‘How does that feel?’
‘It feels good, Daddy,’ Nick says, his voice quiet and his body soft and still. ‘I know I was
pushing too hard about the house. I just couldn’t help it because it was so exciting to be
working with you.’
‘It’s okay, boy,’ I say. ‘I have a feeling we’re going to be a great team once we iron out the
details.’
‘I think so too, Daddy,’ Nick says, gasping as I massage an extra bit of cooling cream
between his cheeks.
‘And speaking of ironing out details, I think it might be time for us to talk about kink,’ I
say. ‘I mean, really get into it. Think about a contract. I want you to always feel safe with
me. That’s the most important thing in the world as far as I’m concerned. You’re my baby
boy now. I want you to feel cozy and safe. But I want us to explore our desires and have
fun too. How does that sound?’
‘It sounds perfect,’ Nick says, turning his head and smiling sweetly, those incredible
dimples hitting me in my heart and plenty of other places too. ‘Can we stay out here? I
feel tired.’
‘Does my baby boy need a nap after his spanking?’ I say. ‘There’s a hammock over there
that I think the pair of us could snuggle up in.’
‘Yes please, Daddy,’ Nick replies, his eyes already looking sleepy. ‘My bottom still hurts.’
‘Don’t worry, baby boy,’ I reply, picking Nick up in my arms and walking toward the
hammock. ‘A good nap and some cuddles with your big, strong Daddy will make you feel
better. I promise.’
The boy smiles at me, his eyes full of trust.
This feels incredible – like a hundred dreams all rolled into one.
I don’t know for sure where it’s all leading to, but right now I’ve got a sweet baby boy who
needs his nap time, and that’s all I’m focusing on.
‘Close those eyes and let yourself drift off to Snoozetown,’ I say, my voice soft and full of
love. ‘We’ll talk more after we wake up. But there’s no rush. We’ve got all the time in the
world together…’
Chapter 5
Nick

I loved my first spanking from Jason – well, loved is maybe too strong a word, but you
know what I mean!
There was something so magical about being put in that truly submissive position and
given some much needed discipline. The fact that the spanks came from a gorgeous
Daddy who is significantly younger than me was extra-special too.
I know it’s very early days in our relationship, but I can’t help feeling that me and Jason
might be perfect for each other.
Jason seems so different from all of the Daddies I used to meet when I worked in finance.
He’s not obsessed with material items or money, and doesn’t care about whether I’m
wearing designer clothes or what restaurant I can get reservations at.
Jason is my young construction Daddy and that’s just perfect for what I need.
Of course, the fact that he’s now going to be building my dream home is a bonus. I didn’t
give him the building contract because he’s hot – LOL, well maybe that was a tiny factor
in my thinking!
The real reason I gave Jason the contract was because I could see just how much it
meant to him. He’s young, he’s hungry for work, and he sets high standards – in some
ways Jason reminds me of me when I started out in the investment banking world.
Anyway, provided we can avoid too many complications from my stuck up neighbor
Christopher Snoot, I think my dream home build will be up and running very quickly
indeed.
Meanwhile, I’ve got more pressing matters to be thinking about.
Just kidding! I’m having a stuffie tea party with my Little friend Aaron at the Baby Salad
Café.
‘A little juice, Rosie?’ I giggle, pouring out a miniature cup of juice for my darling Rosie.
‘I think Torben might need to go potty soon,’ Aaron laughs, stroking his stuffie, a
delightfully squishy yellow dog called Torben. ‘He’s eaten enough cake to feed an entire
litter of pups!’
The two of us laugh and giggle as we continue to play.
The Baby Salad Café would look like any other café in the world from the outside. But in
the playroom at the back, Littles like Aaron and me are free to be exactly who we want to
be.
Not everyone in the world understands what it means to be a Little, but I love the fact that
I can come here and simply be myself and feel totally safe and secure.
Speaking of which, it’s time for mine and Aaron’s milkies…
‘Mmmm, it’s so warm,’ I say, taking my bottle of milk and holding it in both hands. ‘Just
perfect.’
‘Has your Daddy given you milkies yet?’ Aaron says, suckling down some milk as he lies
on his back. ‘Milk time with my Daddy is the best!’
‘No, not yet,’ I say, wishing Jason was here right now feeding me. ‘Hopefully soon. It’s still
early. I’ve only just had my first…’
‘You’re first…?’ Aaron says, his eyes lighting up in sheer delight.
‘My first… spanking!’ I squeal, immediately taking the plastic teat in my mouth and
sucking down some milk.
‘Did your Daddy turn your booty red? Did he? Did he?’ Aaron whoops.
‘He sure did,’ I say, my cheeks flushing red as I’m taken back into the moment. ‘It was
only twelve spanks. But… they were hard.’
‘OMG, sometimes the less spanks the worse,’ Aaron says. ‘My Daddy Rafa does a thing
where he does only six spanks but each one is hard enough to have me kicking my legs
like the wildest horse in Texas.’
‘Yikes!’ I say, knowing that a former tennis champion like Rafa is likely to be a powerful,
accurate spanker. ‘I think I’ve got a lot more to come from Jason too. He doesn’t like me
interfering in his building work. I understand why, but it’s too hard to resist!’
‘Especially when you know you might be over his lap as a punishment, right?’ Aaron
giggles, halfway through his bottle of milk and with a look of sleepy satisfaction on his
face.
‘Totally,’ I grin, the potential for another dose of Daddy discipline turning over in my
imagination. ‘Okay, let’s finish our milkies and have a nap. I’m meeting with Daddy after
lunch, and I think we’ve got a lot of work to get through with planning for the house build.’
‘Race to see who’s asleep first?’ Aaron giggles.
‘No fair! You’re ahead of me on the milk!’ I protest, grabbing my bottle and beginning to
suckle.
I might not finish my milk and get to sleep before Aaron, but I have a feeling that when I
do go down for my nap I’ll be thinking of a certain hunky, stern, and utterly irresistible
young Daddy by the name of Jason Rock…

So talking about the new home construction project didn’t take as long as I was
anticipating.
It turns out that Jason really does know what he’s talking about.
I’m not surprised about that either – everything about him exudes an air of confidence
and diligence.
But as soon as the work side of things was dealt with, we quickly moved on to something
very different indeed…
‘Woof! Woof!’ I bark, my naked butt wiggling from side to side as I move on all fours from
one side of the bedroom to the other. ‘I think I need my nipple clamps on!’
‘I think you do too, pup,’ Jason replies, his naked upper body looking lean and strong.
‘Here, allow me…’
I gasp and moan softly as I feel Jason attach the metal nipple clamps one at a time. He’s
being gentle, and I appreciate how much he’s thinking of me – some Daddies when they
get into Dom-mode just think about their own pleasure, but I can tell that Jason is not like
that.
‘And no it’s my turn,’ Jason says, a smile on his face. ‘Back in one moment. You sit on
your back legs, puppy. I want to see you keep that position until I’m back.’
‘Woof! Woof!’ I reply, nodding my head enthusiastically as I get used to the sensation of
the nipple clamps.
I don’t have to wait long for Jason to return – and I’m blown away by what I see.
‘Those panties are… just wow,’ I say, forgetting to bark like a good puppy.
‘You forgot to bark, that’s an extra two spanks later,’ Jason replies, a smile on his face as
he turns and show me the view from behind.
I feel like drooling – which I guess fits in just right with me being a doggy!
The sight of my Daddy wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of high-cut deep-purple satin
panties with a white frilly lace around the waistband is just absolute perfection.
As if the sight of Daddy’s rock-hard thighs and round butt isn’t enough, when he turns
back round to face me…
‘I think I should start panting,’ I say, barely able to get my words out as the sight of
Jason’s big, thick bulge pushing out against the smooth, soft panties makes me feel dizzy
with excitement.
‘It’s time for walkies,’ Jason says, the contrast between his stern voice and ultra-sensual
panties making me quiver with excitement. ‘Time to put this leash on your collar.’
‘Yes, Daddy,’ I say.
I sit obediently as Jason attaches the leash around my collar.
It feels so good to be in such a submissive and totally obedient position. I know that
Daddy is in charge and my sole focus is on being a good puppy and doing exactly what he
expects from me.
‘Now let’s walk,’ Jason commands, his eyes drawn down toward my nipples and then
further down toward my cock as it gets harder by the second. ‘One lap of the garden and if
you’re a good boy I’ll give you a special treat.’
I think I know what Daddy might have in mind – so I’d better make this a good walkies
and do exactly as I’m told.
Jason begins to walk, and I follow along beside him.
From my position on all fours I look up at Jason’s strong legs, panty-covered butt, and
then toward his chiseled, strong upper body.
The whole time, my dick is bouncing along with me, hard as the hardest nail from Jason’s
toolbox.
After we exit the house and do a quick lap around the perimeter of the garden, we stop
outside the back door.
‘Did it feel nice to go for a walk with your Daddy?’ Jason says, ruffling my head.
‘Yes, it did,’ I say, blushing as Jason crouches down next to me. ‘Daddy!’
I gasp as Jason places his hand around my cock and squeezes.
‘One bark for stop, two barks for keep going,’ Jason says, a wicked grin on his face.
‘Woof-Woof!’ I bark, making it super- clear that I want more.
Jason proceeds to open his palm and spit in it, creating the perfect amount of lubrication
as he works my cock hard and fast in his hand.
I’m breathing heavily in less than twenty seconds – I don’t know how long I can possibly
last!
‘Now make your cummies for me whenever you’re ready,’ Jason says, the delight in his
face clear for me to see as he works my dick. ‘Show Daddy how much you like this.’
It doesn’t take much longer than another ten seconds and my cock is spurting its seed all
over the paving slab beneath me.
‘Good boy,’ Jason says, milking every last drop from me. ‘I think it’s time we hit the
shower now and you can show me just how grateful you are to have a Daddy like me…’
I’m struggling to keep my composure after such an explosive release, but I know that
judging by the impressive size of Jason’s bulge that I’m going to need every ounce of
energy I have left to satisfy my Daddy once we get inside and into the shower!
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Title: Bits from Blinkbonny; or, Bell o' the Manse

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BITS FROM BLINKBONNY.
The Artists Bit.
BITS FROM BLINKBONNY
OR

BELL O’ THE MANSE

A TALE OF SCOTTISH VILLAGE LIFE BETWEEN

1841 AND 1851

BY

JOHN STRATHESK

With Six Original Illustrations

TORONTO
WILLIAM BRIGGS, 78 & 80 KING ST. EAST

C. W. COATES, Montreal, Que. S. F. HUESTIS, Halifax, N.S.

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1885
Entered, according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eight hundred and
eighty-five, by William Briggs, agent for John Tod, St. Leonard’s, Scotland, in the Office of the Minister
of Agriculture, at Ottawa.
 PREFACE.
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T HESE “Bits from Blinkbonny” were grouped together by the

Author to beguile the tedium of a protracted period of domestic
quarantine. They are not only his first attempt at sustained
literary work, but they were commenced without any concerted plan.
Blinkbonny was selected as a pretty name for a Scottish village, but
the Author himself cannot fix the precise locality; and all the names
he has used are supposititious, excepting those of such public
characters as Dr. Duff, Dr. Guthrie, etc.
Owing to his having adopted the autobiographical form, the Author
has experienced more difficulty in writing the preface than any other
part of the book, as, although most of the incidents are founded on
fact, a good deal of imported matter has been required to form a
connected narrative. He also knows that in bringing together the
varieties of character and incident that an ordinary Scotch village
affords, he has passed “from grave to gay, from lively to severe,” in
some instances with injudicious abruptness, and that there are other
defects for which he needs to apologize; but as even his readers will
probably differ as to where these occur, it is not desirable for him to
dwell on them.
The Author is not in any way connected with the Free Church of
Scotland, and at the outset he had no intention of treating so largely
as he has done of the “Disruption” of 1843; if, however, he induces
the rising generation to study the past and the present of that great
movement, neither they nor he will regret the prominence given to it
in this volume.
The illustrations with which the book is embellished are
“composition” sketches; but the Author confidently leaves these to
introduce themselves.
The idiom of the Scottish language—the dear old Doric—has been to
the Author a difficult matter to render, so as to be at once intelligible
to ordinary readers and fairly representative of the everyday mother
tongue of the common people of Scotland. He hopes that he has
succeeded in doing this, as well as in preserving a few of the floating
traditions of the passing generation which are so rapidly being swept
away by the absorbing whirlpool of these bustling times, and that his
readers will follow with kindly interest these homely records of the
various subjects he has tried to portray in these “Bits from
Blinkbonny.”
PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION.
The author is delighted to find you so hurriedly called for, that he has
only time to express the hope that you will receive as kindly a
welcome as your precursor has done.
February 1882.
 PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION.
The author gladly avails himself of the opportunity you afford him, to
express his gratification at the warm reception which Bell and her
friends at Blinkbonny have met with on both sides of the Atlantic, as
well as to make a few verbal corrections.

“The cleanest corn that e’er was dicht

May ha’e some pyles o’ caff in.”

July 1882.
 CONTENTS.
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CHAPTER I.
THE MANSE.
PAGE

The Artist and his Bits—Blinkbonny—The Author and his

Relations—The Good Folks at Greenknowe—The
Manse—Once thinking of getting married—The
Interrupted Call—Mr. and Mrs. Barrie—Bell of the
Manse—Wee Nellie—Her Illness, Death, and Grave
—“A Butterfly on a Grave” (Mrs. Sigourney), 1

CHAPTER II.
A QUIET EVENING AT THE MANSE.
Bell’s Sliding Scale—Her Pattens—The Hospitality of the
Manse—Be judeecious—James and his Skates—
Mrs. Barrie’s Experiences—Mr. Barrie’s Illness—The
Good Samaritan—A Startling Proposal, 22

CHAPTER III.
THE MARRIAGE AND THE HOME-COMING.
“The Books”—P.P.C.—Marriage Presents—“The
Confession of Faith”—Toasts—“The Frostit
Corn”—“The Country Rockin’”—Auntie Mattie—“The
Farmer’s Ingle”—Peggy Ritchie on the Churchyard—
A Lamb Leg and a Berry Tart—Mathieson’s Heid, 41

CHAPTER IV.
THE TWO SIDES OF THE CHURCH QUESTION.
Coming Events—Bell and the Seed Potatoes—Her Idea 58
of the Government—Knowe Park—Spunks—The
 Town-Clerk of Ephesus—Bell’s summing up—Daisy
—The Eve of Battle—Sir John McLelland’s Opinions
on the “Evangelicals”—Patronage—Preaching
Competitions—Little Gab—Non-Intrusion and Voting,

CHAPTER V.
BLINKBONNY AND THE DISRUPTION.
Bell’s Opinion of Knowe Park—Mr. Barrie’s Return—The
Deputation’s Visit to the Manse—Mr. Barrie’s
Statement—Mr. Taylor’s Views—George Brown on
the Crisis—His Covenanting Relics, 85

CHAPTER VI.
THE DISRUPTION AND BLINKBONNY.
The Meeting in Beltane Hall—The End of the Ten Years’
Conflict—George Brown’s Exercises—The Bellman’s
Difficulty—Sabbath Services at the Annie Green
—“Thae Cath’lics”—The Secession Church—Mr.
Barrie’s Successor—Bell and Smoking—“Hillend” on
Doctors and Ministers—A Man amang Sheep, 99

CHAPTER VII.
OUT OF THE OLD HOME AND INTO THE NEW.
Leaving the Manse—Dr. Guthrie and the Children—
Nellie’s Tibby—Well settled—Bell’s Experiment with
the Hens—Dan Corbett—Braid Nebs—Babbie’s Mill, 126

CHAPTER VIII.
BLINKBONNY FREE CHURCH.
The Disruption of 1843—Hardships—Scotch Villages and
Church Matters—The New Church—The Session
and Deacons—The Beadle, Walter Dalgleish—The
Precentorship—Psalms and Hymns—Mr. Barrie’s
New Life—Foreign Missions—The Assembly’s
Decision—The Living Child—Saxpence—“Gude Siller
gaun oot o’ the Country”—Reminiscences of Dr. Duff, 154
 CHAPTER IX.
BELL AT HOME IN KNOWE PARK.
The Three Ministers of Blinkbonny—Mr. Walker—The Ten
Virgins—The finest o’ the Wheat—Bell’s Fee—Alloa
Yarn—Bell’s Cooking—Sheep’s-head—Mr. Kirkwood
and the Potato-Soup—Dan in the Kitchen—Mr.
Gordon o’ the Granaries and the Smugglers—Dan at
Nellie’s Grave—Mr. Barrie’s Visit to Dan, 177

CHAPTER X.
INCIDENTS IN BLINKBONNY.
Miss Park on Dan—The Sweep’s dead—Mrs. Gray’s
Elegy on her Husband—The Coffin for naething—The
New School-master—The Roast Beef in the Lobby—
The Examination Committee—“Hoo’ to get there”—
George Brown’s Death—Scripture References—Mrs.
Barrie and Mr. Corbett—Dan and the Pictures—Dan’s
Bath—His Dream—Dan at Church—His Visit to
Babbie’s Mill—Colonel Gordon’s First Visit—Sir John
McLelland at the Soiree—“The Angel’s Whisper”
(Samuel Lover), 205

CHAPTER XI.
CHANGES AT KNOWE PARK.
The Dorcas Society—The Morisonian Controversy—
Colonel Gordon’s Second Visit—A Real Scotch
Dinner—Champagne—Dan an’ the Duke o’ Gordon—
The Smuggler’s Log-book—Colonel Gordon’s Will—
Dan’s Bank—The Call to Edinburgh—No-Popery
Agitation—David Tait o’ Blackbrae—The Sow and the
Corinthians—Bell woo’d—Mrs. Barrie breaks the Ice
—Bell won—Found out and congratulated, 230

CHAPTER XII.
ANOTHER MARRIAGE AND HOME-COMING.
The Forms of Procedure—Reception of the News of Bell’s 259
Marriage by Mr. Taylor, and by Sir John McLelland
—“Her Weight in Gold”—Bell’s Presents—“Hook ma
 Back”—Mr. Walker’s Violin—Bell’s Marriage and
Home-coming—The Infar Cake—Creeling—Dan,
“Burke,” and the Noisy Convoy—The Vexing Pig—
The “Kirkin’,”

CHAPTER XIII.
CONCLUSION.
The Packing at Knowe Park—The Bachelor Umbrella—
Nellie’s Box—Dan and Rosie—Dan on Evangelical
Effort—On “The Angel’s Whisper”—Bell in Edinburgh
—Home to Blackbrae—Andrew Taylor’s Criticisms, 284
 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
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The Artist’s Bit, Frontispiece.

Blinkbonny, Page 6
Bell and “Daisy,” ” 70
Babbie’s Mill, ” 152
Dumbarton Castle, ” 197
Bell’s “Hoose o’ her Ain”—Blackbrae, ” 250
BITS FROM BLINKBONNY.
BITS FROM BLINKBONNY.
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