"I think Lia is a little." Gen stated.
"A what?" Olly replied.
"A little is a person who has an alter ego of a younger version of themselves. I've noticed some signs in the last few weeks. I have been doing some research."
"And you were planning to tell me when?"
"When I was more sure. I wanted to talk to Lia about it. She might have not heard of it before. To be honest, some littles have spankings as part of the headspace." She explained. "I just don't want to pressure her into anything. I know we've become really important to her."
"Mind sending me some of that research." Gen winked at him.
The following Sunday Ophelia arrived feeling good. She went three whole weeks without breaking any rules. Getting the spoon had really straightened her out, at least for a while. She brought some rolls and butter from a local restaurant. She was almost skipping up the walkway. She knocked and found a warm smiling Olly.
"Guess who nailed another week." She bounced over the threshold. "Thank you both so much for helping me out."
"Does that make a whole month?" He asked. Adjusting his tone slightly, she nodded and excitedly. "I'm really proud of you." He ruffled her hair. He and Gen were going to breach the little subject after dinner. It really seemed Ophelia did not know what she was asking for. He and Gen had a few surprises planned tonight to gauge the possible "little" behavior they might be to see.
Gen took the bread from Ophelia and headed back into the kitchen. Dinner apparently needs more watching this week. It left her and Olly alone in the living room. He sat and waved Ophelia over. She walked over to him.
"Since you have been doing so well, I decided that you are only getting forty this week." He watched her face light up. "This is a reward, so you won't get spanks on your bare bottom. It will go back to normal next week."
"I understand Olly. Thank you." She smiled brightly.
"You don't need to thank me. This is a reward for your hard work." He patted his lap. Soon she was over his knee. He brought his hand down sternly. A squeak from Ophelia, she wiggled slightly. He brought his hand down a little harder to remind me to hold still. "No wiggling." He scolded.
"Right, sorry." Olly smacked her sit spots firmly.
"Time for your pants to come down." He told her. He began to spank her cotton covered bottom hard. Ophelia kicked a little as he cupped his hand slightly just to add a little more impact. "Alright, all done." He told her. He pulled her pants back up. He wrapped her in the usual hug. "I'm am so proud of you, we both are, we may have planned a surprise after dinner." He watched Ophelia bounce on the balls on feet and clapped. Gen may have a large point.
"What is it?" She asked.
"That would ruin the surprise." Came Gen from behind her. "Dinner is ready." She lead them both into the dining room. Gen's cooking was some of the most amazing things that Ophelia had ever tasted. They chatted about silly things. Once they were done with dinner, both Gen an Olly collected the plates.
"I can help with the dishes."
"Nope, you stay there and cover your eyes." Gen teased. "No peeking!"
Ophelia covered her eyes. She couldn't believe they were doing this. She wasn't sure the last time she was surprised by anything. She felt really silly, just sitting there with her eyes covered. She heard footsteps come back into the room. Something was placed in front of her.
"You can open them now." Gen said. Upon opening her eyes she saw a small ice cream sundae. It was a couple of scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream with a mountain of whip cream and a cherry. Ophelia look up and Gen as Olly entered the room holding two more sundaes.
"I hope I remembered the right flavor." Olly watched her smile somehow get bigger and brighter. "Don't just stare at it, it will melt." He just watched her enjoy the ice cream with pure joy on her face. After they all finished their ice cream.
They all returned to the living room. Ophelia flopped to the couch and yawned. It had been a very busy week for her. Olly patted her hair as he passed. He and Gen sat down in the two other arm chairs. Ophelia was suddenly aware that they wanted to talk.
"What's going on?"
"We wanted to ask you if you know what a little is?" Gen asked. Ophelia just blinked at them. "Its a person who sometimes enjoys having a younger version of themselves. It can be away of relieving stress."
"You think I'm childish." She began playing with her sleeve.
"It's not a bad thing Lia." Olly added. "It just means you can act younger if you need to. Some littles are okay with being spanked." He pointed out. "We wanted to bring it up and offer you some things we've been reading. You can read through it and decide it's not for you. We want that you're safe with us, but we don't want to pressure you either."
"I don't know." She said pulling her knees to her chest.
"Again, we can just sent this home with you. You can decide to look it over or not. There is no pressure." Gen explained. "But it is getting late, might be time for you to head home." Olly stood up from his chair and grabbed his keys.
The next morning Ophelia read through some of the stuff they had given her. Some of it did sound nice. It seemed to be a spectrum… it would take a lot of experimentation. They wanted to be her caregivers from what she was reading. She wasn't sure about some of it though. How much did she have to try? Did they have things they wanted? The next time she was over for dinner said she was okay trying some of it. Gen offered for her to come over earlier on a sunday. They agreed the following sunday.
Ophelia arrived just before lunch, at Gen request. She knocked on the door and Olly lead her into the living room. Gen smiled warmly at her. On the floor was a color book and markers, canyons, and color pencils.
"I wasn't sure what you would like best. Did you bring what I asked?"
"Yes Gen." She nodded. "How about you change then. Lunch should be ready when you are done." She walked down the hall to the guest room. She pulled out some sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. Gen said to bring comfy clothes. She folded her other clothes and placed them back into her bag. She took a deep breath. She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Again she could try it and decided it wasn't for her. That was okay. She took a long deep breath again.
"Lia, lunch is ready." Gen called down the hall.
She arrived at dinning table she found a pb and j sandwich cut into triangles and a large glass of chocolate milk. She did understand why but she giggled with excitement. She tried to remember the last time she had chocolate milk… let alone chocolate milk someone made for her. She sat down and took a bite of the sandwich.
"Thank you so much!" She said while kicking her legs under the table. Gen patted her head and when to busy herself with something. After she finished she took her plate and cut into the kitchen. "That was really tasty."
"Do you want to color at the table or in the living room?" Olly asked. "We can turn that one folk tale documentary I know you like to watch." So he was fully in on it too.
"Can I color in the living room?" She asked while running her foot over the floor. Olly nodded and spent the next hour Ophelia coloring while lying on her stomach. She kicked her feet back and forth in the air. She was surprised how much fun she was having.
"Lia, can you clean up?" Olly asked.
"Okay." She did not mean to sound disappointed. She returned the crayons to their box and stacked the art supplies on top of the coloring book. "Ummm… " She held up the pile. "I'm not sure where they go?" She explained. Now everything is put away. She realized that it was getting close to dinner time. After helping Gen set the table, Olly called her into the living room.
"It's time Lia." She nodded and headed over to him. "It's just a normal week." He promised as he lay her over his knee. "I'm gonna start." Ophelia nodded. Ten sharps smacks later Lia couldn't help but kick a little. His next swat was a little harder as a reminder to hold still. A small whine escaped her lips. Nine more smacks to her sit spots. "Time for these to come down." She felt her pants come down. "Why are you getting this spanking Ophelia?"
"To remind me to take care of myself." She replied quietly.
"Good job." He told her while adjusting her over his lap. He brought his hand down in a quick rhythm. He was getting her sit spots before she knew it. "Alright, last twenty." He told her while he pulled down her underwear. Again a quick sharp set of ten. Now he cupped his hand slightly to do the last ten on her sit spots. She whined at each smack. Sniffing while Olly rubbed her back for a little bit. "You did a great job, little one." One calming hug later, it was time for dinner.
Gen had made chicken parmesan but Ophelia noticed her chicken was pre cut into bite size pieces. She flushed slightly as she twirled her pasta. It felt nice… to be small even if it was just for a little while. After dinner they watched a movie while having some tea. Ophelia was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She was embarrassed when Olly gently shook her awake to make her realize she had been dozing on his chest. He and Gen ushered her down the hall to the guest room and told her to sleep well. Gen planted a kiss on her hair. They were going to be great at this.