“Esmerelda, it’s time to get you ready for daycare.” Roman said shaking her shoulder.
It was a bit of a risk to start the game this early. He watched Esmie’s eyes flutter open, her brow furrow in confusion. He had confidence that she would safeword if she felt she was being pushed too far. That would be fine, the safewords were there to be used. But he prided himself on watching his submissive closely enough that she didn’t often need to safeword.
Probably, he should have checked in with her before pushing age regression into Esmie’s morning. That would have totally removed the impact of waking her up with it. Something else he took pride in was having a submissive who was brave and flexible enough to follow his lead and really trust him. He’d earned the trust, but it still took work and courage on Esmie’s part to lean on it.
Esmie had apparently had time to think while Roman was worrying about his introduction to the scene. Her face had gone through a couple of cute variations on scrunched up before it smoothed out and she yawned.
“Five minutes more, Papa.” Esmie said. She burrowed under the covers until only the top of her head was peeking out.
“That won’t do.” Roman said. “Come on now Esmie. It’s time to get up.”
Esmie stretched and whined. Reluctantly, she allowed Roman to peel back the covers and sit her up. The little smile on her face was out of place with the rest of her grumpy performance. Roman didn’t doubt that she was enjoying herself. Esmie had always had jobs that forced her to be up and alert early in the morning. It had to be nice to play the reluctant kid again.
Gently but firmly, Roman herded Esmie to the bathroom. He pulled her pajama pants down and put her on the potty. A slight blush colored her cheeks. Perfect. There was an opportunity to put her in an even more childish position as well.
“Give me your top, baby girl.” Roman said, pulling Esmie’s PJ top up to her armpits.
“Papa!” Esmie protested.
She was obviously taken aback by not being given even the most basic privacy of Roman leaving her to her business on the toilet. He grinned as he worked the top off her.
“Good job making potty.” Roman replied, patting Esmie’s cheek.
When Esmie beamed at the infantile praise, Roman’s heart leapt. It had worked! Esmie was playing along and having a great time to boot. He ran a bath for her while he brushed her teeth. It was amazing fun to scrub her down from head to toe, even holding a wet and wiggly girl while he cleaned her ears.
Toweled off and back in the bedroom, Esmie took one look at the changing blanket spread out on the bed and grabbed Roman’s hand.
“Wait, Papa. I want Sophie.”
Roman grinned and retrieved the stuffie from the daycare storage and put her in Esmie’s arms. She held Sophie tightly, sighing in what sounded like actual relief.
“Do you need Sophie with you at night?” Roman asked as she lay Esmie down on the changing blanket. “It’d be fine for you to sleep with her on nights when you’re going to daycare in the morning, or every night if you want.”
“Wouldn’t that be a thing of a girl that is Little?” Esmie asked, worriedly.
“It would be if we wanted it to be.” Roman said. “Or it could just be that you like Sophie and want to have her at night.”
Esmie lifted her hips for the diaper Roman slid under her butt. “I still have worries.”
“We don’t have to do it.” Roman said. “But maybe you’re worried about mixing your little time and adult time? In that case, we could just start daycare days at bedtime the night before.”
“What do you mean, Papa?” Esmie asked. She probably had a good idea of what he meant, or rather, a few options for what he meant. If she was asking instead of offering suggestions, she wanted Roman to decide.
“Obviously you need a diaper during the day. So far, we’ve been lucky at night, but wouldn’t you feel better having protection while you sleep?” Roman asked. “Papa doesn’t want to wake up in a puddle.”
Esmie giggled, hiding her face behind her stuffed rabbit. She sounded much more happy than embarrassed. Not for the first time, Roman wondered how much of this kind of thing Esmie had fantasized about before he’d brought it up as a possible game.
“That settles it.” He said. “I’ll put you to bed in a nice comfy diaper on daycare nights, with Sophie.”
“Okay Papa.” Esmie squirmed a bit as Roman covered her rear in lotion.
“You’re such a good baby.” Roman said. “I’m proud of you.”
Esmie beamed again. She was very squirmy through the rest of the change, to say nothing of afterward when Roman lay down on her and gave her a long, slow kiss. The sweetness of Esmie’s surrender to the kiss and everything else made him wish he’d gotten up even earlier that morning. They had some extra time this morning, but not so much that he could undo everything they’d done so far for a little AM romp.
He put his rosy-cheeked and dazed girlfriend in a pink onesie with pastel-blue cats on it. Fuzzy socks and sweatpants went on her legs; a longingly soft sweater completed the outfit. It was fun, if a little strange, to have spent his whole morning on Esmie’s preparations. As he put her on one of the kitchen table chairs for breakfast, Roman was feeling a bit underdressed in his boxers and undershirt.
Seeing Esmie’s face light up at the prospect of pancakes was the payoff for the earlier morning and extra work. When she gleefully rolled up her syrup-soaked pancakes and ate them by hand, he laughed until he had tears in his eyes.
“You’re going to make me change your sweater, aren’t you?” Roman said, through a few last chuckles.
“Non! I like this one.” Esmie said.
“Then you better be careful with it.” Roman said. “I’m not taking my baby to daycare in a dirty sweater.”
Being careful apparently entailed holding the pancake rolls with both hands instead of one, as well as eating them faster. It saved the sweater but meant some serious scrubbing of Esmie’s hands and face when breakfast was done.
For a bit of revenge, Roman wrapped Esmie up in their restraint-blanket while he showered. She was blissed out with a thumb in her mouth, when he returned. In fact, she was so out of it that she didn’t notice the new Velcro shoes that Roman put on her. Nor did she make a peep when he put her in the back instead of the front passenger seat.
As they drove to Caleb and Zoe’s, Roman pointed out squirrels, cute dogs being walked, and pretty birds along their way. Bit by bit, Esmie came out of her daze and took over the animal spotting. She was gushing over an especially fluffy kitty when they pulled into the driveway.
Inside, Roman looked approvingly at the improvements Caleb had made. He’d had a busy morning too! There was a designated nap area set up with a sloth sleeping bag and a shark bag as well. A bright rainbow gym-mat covered much of the living room floor. Primary-colored plastic storage cubes held toys and art supplies.
As always, kisses in greeting went homo before hetero. Roman put his arms around his boyfriend’s skinny body and leaned up to kiss him. A hard line pressed against his belly as he tangled tongues with Caleb. His boyfriend had had a fun morning as well as productive, if he was already that worked up!
“The daycare looks great.” Roman said. “Want to get the girls started and see where a couple more kisses will take us?”
“Sounds good to me.” Caleb said huskily.
Unfortunately, Zoe and Esmie weren’t connecting quite so easily. Instead of their usual passionate embrace, Esmie was excitedly explaining to Zoe about how she was going to have Sophie as a bedtime companion. Zoe was looking on with a nervous, uncertain expression.
“Esmie, before you get too excited, you need to say hello to Mr. Santiago.” Roman said, patting Esmie on her diapered butt.
“Okay Papa!” Esmie said, bouncing over to Caleb.
Roman took Zoe in his arms and gave her a proper romantic kiss. She clung tightly to him, softly moaning in the back of her throat.
“Doing okay?” Roman asked, stroking Zoe’s cheek. “Esmie is pretty immersed already, but I don’t think she’ll be that way all day.”
“Yeah, it was just a surprise.” Zoe said. “I’m still up to play.”
“That’s good to hear.” Roman said, grinning broadly. “I brought a potty-training calendar for you. How’s it going so far today?”
Without waiting for an answer, he slipped a hand into Zoe’s shortalls and palmed her crotch. She shuddered and blushed, nipples standing out under her teddy-bear shirt.
“Feels dry.” Roman said. “I’ll do a proper check later, closer to your next potty time.”
“Wh-when is that?” Zoe asked.
“I think we’ll start with once an hour.” Roman said. “Does that sound good to you, Caleb?”
Caleb looked up from nuzzling Esmie’s cheek and nodded. “That should work. We’ll see how that goes today and look at moving it to ninety minutes or two hours if she’s able to keep dry for a few days.”
Zoe squirmed. “What do I get if I do a good job?”
“If you do really well, we could try you on panties.” Roman said. “We’d still monitor your potty times, of course.”
“Don’t worry if you have some setbacks.” Caleb said. “Not every girl gets it right away.”
Zoe put her face in her hands. In a small, squeaky voice, she said, “I’ll do my best.”
Roman grinned at Caleb. His boyfriend had a huge smile on his face. By unspoken agreement, they guided the girls to the gym mat and sat them down.
“We’re going to start you girls off with some coloring.” Roman said, handing them each a coloring book and setting a box of crayons between them. “Mr. Santiago and I have some business to discuss while you’re doing that.”
“I want to discuss business!” Zoe said eagerly.
Caleb laughed. “You’ve already had plenty of business this morning. Be a good girl and work on your coloring book.”
Zoe pouted. She was going to be pushing for a punishment soon, Roman guessed. He hoped Caleb would let him deliver the spanking. It’d been a while since he’d gotten some time with Zoe’s very spankable cheeks.
With the girls occupied, Caleb wasted no time getting them to the bedroom. Their lips met with tender urgency. A touch of roughness from Caleb’s chin prickled gently, amping up the excitement. Roman squeezed his boyfriend, reveling in the feeling of Caleb’s firm, trim body. There was a certain extra degree of roughness with another man that Roman would find himself craving. With Caleb it was always the right combination of strong and sweet.
Fortunate enough to work for companies that were too smart to hold meetings on Fridays, they were both wearing simple jeans and t-shirts. The shirts were gone in a flash. Roman groaned and kissed Caleb’s neck, pressing his powerful chest up against his boyfriend’s sculpted front.
The pace went from eager to urgent. Roman roughly yanked Caleb’s jeans down, while his boyfriend did the same. They hit the bed grappling each other in a playful wrestling match that was, as always, very much anyone’s game. Strength could only do so much against leverage. This time Roman found himself pinned to the bed.
He could playfully lift his boyfriend right up into the air, and did, laughing at Caleb’s beautiful grin. Lifting was about all he could do though, Caleb’s grip on Roman’s arms never slacked. Roman’s brief resistance ended with him back under his boyfriend, moaning into a very possessive kiss. He let Caleb’s tongue in to explore his mouth. Their hips ground together, urgently seeking each other with their throbbing desires.
For losing the wrestling match, Roman was the first on his knees, tasting his boyfriend’s stiff hot member. He closed his eyes and gripped Caleb’s firm butt, plunging his boyfriend into his throat. It didn’t take much to make Caleb grunt and shout, grabbing Roman’s shoulders like a vice.
Nor did he have to wait long for the favor to be returned, laying back with Caleb’s face in his lap, gently controlling the pace with a hand in his lover’s hair. The release was pleasure and relief both, leaving him with happy tingles all over his body. With a happy sigh, they came together for cuddles, furnace warm at the point of contact.
“I needed that.” Caleb said softly, kissing Roman’s shoulder.
“Me too.” Roman rumbled. “This game has me horny all the time.”
Caleb laughed. “Yeah, it’s intense. It has a lot of potential to bleed out into a full-time thing. Zoe and I have already had a start on that discussion.”
“Esmie and I have too.” Roman said. “You and I talked a little about the possibility, but that was before any of this was actualized. How’re you feeling?”
“Hard to say.” Caleb said, cuddling closer. “It’s still so new that everything seems hot and great. Full time sounds extremely sexy, but intellectually I know it’d be a lot of work.”
“Esmie is worried about losing our current dynamic.” Roman said. “I’m… not. I don’t want to scare her by saying that though. I love what we have, but I like what’s developing better.”
“It’ll be a change for all of us.” Caleb said. “Even between you and me. We’re already becoming more intertwined in how we do dominance with our primaries.”
“Are you worried that we won’t have primaries anymore?” Roman asked.
“I don’t know. Which is weird to think about or even say.” Caleb said. “Do you ever think about combining households?”
“Sometimes.” Roman said softly.
It was a scary thought. He’d worked so hard with Esmerelda… they had both worked so hard together to create their dynamic. Adding Caleb and Zoe had been a huge undertaking, but they’d survived it. Flourished even. It was easy to get overconfident though. The amount of work in the relationship increased exponentially with every additional person and each degree of integration into one’s life.
The work was worth it, with the right people. Caleb and Zoe were the right people. That didn’t mean the work would automatically be successful. Open and honest communication was necessary, could be wonderful; but it also could lead to the discovery that you had to part ways.
“Talk to me.” Caleb said, squeezing Roman firmly.
“I’m afraid.” Roman said. “Not only that it won’t work out. I’m worried that we’ll get overconfident because things have worked out so well before.”
“That’s fair.” Caleb said. “I don’t have an answer for it that isn’t just what we’ve been doing all along.”
“If we combined moving in with making this game full time…” Roman chewed his lip as he picked his words. “I would want – to redefine some roles. Well, define them in the first place. Have a talk about where we want the girls to end up and what that would mean.”
“We need to do that anyway.” Caleb said. “I agree it was a good idea to introduce this slowly, but they have experience with ageplay now, so they can make decisions about what is and isn’t okay for them.”
“Do you want to do that today?” Roman asked. “Pause the game at dinner and talk?”
“I’d like that.” Caleb said. “Though we’re on kind of dangerous ground here too. We should really be involving the girls in…”
“PAPA!” Esmie’s shrill cry came from the living room. It was followed by a distressed wail.
Roman looked at his boyfriend in surprise. They both vaulted out of bed, throwing their jeans on hastily. Just ahead of Caleb, Roman hurried down the hall to find Esmie pouting and crying on the floor. Facing her was a red-faced and also-upset Zoe. Esmie’s stuffed rabbit was clutched in Zoe’s crossed arms. Both girls looked a little disheveled.
“What’s going on?” Roman asked. It came out more authoritative than he wanted. It shouldn’t have been authoritative at all. He should have called for an immediate time out on the game. After his morning of regressing Esmie, his reflexes had gone paternal.
“Zoe stole Sophie and wouldn’t give her back!” Esmie whimpered.
“I was just teasing her!” Zoe said.
In contrast to the Little-girl upset on Esmie’s face, Zoe’s expression was complicated. She looked embarrassed, confused, maybe angry as well.
“Maybe we should take a break from the game for a moment.” Caleb said.
“Papa please get Sophie back!” Esmie begged.
“I was trying to play!” Zoe said, starting to cry herself. “She was so into it; I was just trying to play too!”
Roman exchanged another look with Caleb. This was new territory. Neither girl was safe wording, not even the caution signal. They weren’t really pausing the game either. Always before it had been an instant break when someone went outside of the game and called for a pause. None of their games had involved so much of a mindset change though. Zoe and Caleb’s pet-play might have been an exception, but Roman and Esmie had never joined in on that.
“Zoe, it’s not nice to tease the other girl at daycare.” Caleb said. He was talking slowly, like he was testing every word before he said it. “If we don’t take a break, then you’re in trouble and you’d need to be punished.”
“I didn’t mean to make her cry!” Zoe said, in clear distress.
Finally, it made sense. Zoe was fishing for her punishment, had underestimated Esmie’s commitment to her role, and was upset that she’d hurt her girlfriend’s feelings. She was likely trying to avoid stopping the game because she was worried that would be even harder for Esmie.
Roman caught Caleb’s gaze. Putting on some Dom-voice, he said, “Mr. Santiago, I know this is your daycare, but do you mind if I take care of this situation?”
Caleb’s brow furrowed. He looked over at Zoe. Zoe nodded back. Caleb sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. “That’s fine. We’re both in charge of the girls.”
They were going to have to talk about this more. He was taking another risk, Roman knew. It was a way to salvage the game from their first major upset. As long as they had a good discussion about it afterwards, and some dedicated aftercare, it should be alright. If not, then that would have to be part of the discussion too.
“Zoe, give me Sophie.” Roman said, now fully in Dom-mode. He held out a hand and Zoe meekly deposited the stuffed rabbit in it.
“Esmie, here’s Sophie back.” Roman said, crouching down to hand the toy to her and stroking her hair.
Esmie grabbed the doll and clutched it to her. She shuddered and leaned against Roman. He folded his arms around her, felt her shudder again. He didn’t feel her relax. Her upset was more complicated than he’d guessed at first. She was probably worried about what she’d done too. It was a pretty big reaction to have over a toy.
“It’s okay sweetie.” Roman said. “I’m going to discipline Zoe. You’ve got Sophie and Mr. Santiago is going to be right here to take care of you. Does that sound good?”
“Thank you, Papa.” Esmie said.
She finally relaxed. Roman gave her one more squeeze before he stood up. It was a little concerning to see her retreat into the game for comfort. It’d make it hard to know when she really needed to take a break. On the other hand, it was really exciting for the possibility of going full time. If Esmie could get everything she needed while being Little – Roman put that thought away. There was a lot of talking that needed to happen before he could put something like that on his wish list.
In the meantime, he turned to Zoe. Still wary of her emotional state, he searched her face. There was a lot going on there, yet. As tempted as he was to keep the flow of the game going, he couldn’t press her like that in good conscience.
“Zoe, do you need a break from the daycare game?” Roman asked, refusing to soften it by omitting the word game at the end.
“No.” Zoe said. She was conflicted but seemed determined. “Please don’t separate me from Esmie. I’m sorry I took your rabbit, Esmie. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Esmie, now leaning against Caleb’s leg, nodded at Zoe. She wiped her tears and said, “Thank you. I am good. I was worried you would hurt her.”
“I wouldn’t – I’m sorry.” Zoe said, hanging her head.
“You remember that if you don’t take a break, you have to be punished?” Roman asked.
Zoe swallowed hard and nodded.
“Mr. Santiago, do you want to talk to Esmie a little more?” Roman asked. “I’ll have a chat with Zoe in another room.”
“I’m happy to.” Caleb said. He sat next to Esmie and smiled at her. She smiled back. At least she seemed to be recovering quickly.
Roman lead Zoe to the spare bedroom and sat her on the bed. She hung her head and folded her hands in her lap.
“I need to ask you again, Zoe, do you need…”
“I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said quickly. “I’m trying hard to be a good girl. It’s not always easy for me to be at daycare, but I’m trying to be good. Please – don’t make me leave the daycare. I don’t know if I could come back today.”
Roman frowned. He felt like he should override Zoe and drop her out of the game if she was that conflicted and confused. Unfortunately, that would mean overriding what she just asked for. He didn’t know Zoe well enough to do that and pulling Caleb in would mean breaking the game as well.
He was pretty confused himself if he was being honest. Paternalistic feelings for the girls were in serious conflict with trying to stick to the rules of their kink. Dinner was going to be a hell of a discussion. For the moment, he decided he had to respect Zoe’s words. He’d watch her carefully to make sure everything was okay. If this game went full time, or even close to it, they were going to have to upgrade their signals.
“Very well.” He said, finally. “But you have a big punishment coming. This isn’t like stealing a soda or refusing to do an art activity. You hurt Esmie’s feelings.”
“I know.” Zoe whimpered. “I’m sorry.”
“She knows you’re sorry.” Roman said. “But daycare rules are daycare rules. I’m going to spank you. Then, we’ll forget all about this, understand?”
“Huh?” Zoe asked. Hope and fear were warring on her face.
“This is a daycare problem.” Roman emphasized. “And you’re getting a daycare punishment. That means it’s over after the punishment is over.”
“R-really?” Zoe asked.
“That’s right. I know that’s not how things have been handled before you came to daycare, but it’s how we’re going to do things today.”
Zoe blinked away tears, thinking about that for a moment. Roman watched her shoulders sag in relief. He always saw tension in her around Esmie, it’d been hard for Zoe to accept that Esmie didn’t mind sharing. He didn’t know if that came from a bad experience of hers in the past, but he knew she worried about Esmie’s feelings a lot.
If this interpretation of the game was going to help her get over that worry, that was amazing. Still scary, because it was a resolution they hadn’t tested or discussed but…
“D-does it have to be a spanking, Mr. Zabolotski?” Zoe asked. Her voice had gotten more childish, she was kicking her feet into the carpet. “Can’t I just have a time-out?”
“Don’t try to get out of it.” Roman said. “Turn over. I want you bent over the bed right now, Little girl.”
Zoe whimpered, but it was a play-whimper this time. She assumed the position, wiggling her butt at Roman. He almost blew the mood by bursting into laughter right there. Composing himself, he reached under Zoe and cupped her breasts before undoing the clasps of her shortalls.
She moaned softly, pressing her back up against him. When he pulled her shortalls down to her ankles along with her pullup; Zoe gripped the bedcovers and pressed her face into the comforter. She was prepping for a big spanking, which means she wanted one. Needed one, maybe.
Roman started with his hand, caressing Zoe’s soft rear. Right as she gasped in desire, he raised his hand and brought it down. A flurry of spanks, light at first, added color to Zoe’s pale rear. She was grunting and whimpering softly, but the noises were all for show still.
Taking a pause, Roman rubbed Zoe’s rear again, more vigorously this time. The flush on Zoe’s butt deepened a little while she squirmed.
“This is to make you a better girl and take care of the problem you caused today.” Roman said. “If you can be a good girl during your spanking, you can go back to playing at daycare. Understand?”
“Yes.” Zoe said breathily. She shifted her legs apart a little.
Roman brought his hand down with gusto this time, delivering slaps that left light hand imprints on Zoe’s butt. She was crying out more genuinely now. The blush spread across her rear and deepened. Roman found his breath speeding up as he watched her flinch and twitch under the punishment.
By the time the blush on Zoe’s rear had converted to a pair of well-defined red patches, Roman had to adjust the fit of his jeans around his crotch. Zoe was moaning between slaps, her crotch glistening with moisture. Roughly grabbing Zoe’s cheeks, Roman squeezed and rubbed until he got a loud moaning wail out of his girlfriend.
He left her panting into the blankets for a moment, returning with a heavy wooden paddle. Putting the paddle just in front of Zoe, he pulled her head up by her hair.
“Oh god.” Zoe said, shivering as she saw the paddle. “P-please – I mean, no, don’t. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You’ll be good when your punishment is done.” Roman said.
He hefted the paddle and gently slid it across Zoe’s rear. She gasped, lifting her butt to present it. The paddle came down across both her cheeks with a satisfying smack. He didn’t stop for her shout of pain, bringing the paddle down again and again. Most strikes landed on both cheeks, though Roman made sure to get each cheek on it’s on a few times.
Zoe was crying now, her butt a magnificent deep red. Her breath came in short gasps, and she writhed against the blankets whenever Roman paused for a moment. When he put the edge of the paddle against Zoe’s crotch, she writhed against it, mashing her sex on the rounded wood.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?” Roman asked.
“Yes, yes please!” Zoe moaned. “I’ll be your good girl, I promise!”
“I believe you.” Roman said. He set the paddle down, stroked Zoe’s hair gently.
“Does um – I mean, can I show you how good a girl I am?” Zoe said between panting breaths. “Please. Please Mr. Zabolotski. You can do anything you want.”
That was all the invitation Roman needed. The invitation he’d been desperately hoping for. By Zoe’s cry of passion when he slid into her from behind, she’d been just as desperate. It was fast and hot, her tightness around him and her little gasps of pain whenever his hips connected with her reddened ass. They came to their shout of passion almost together. Pleasure flowed out from the core of Roman’s body. He felt so satisfied, almost wrung out. They hadn’t made it to midmorning coffee without him getting into bed with a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Once again, he blessed their new game.
Afterwards, he cuddled Zoe for a long time on the bed. She made herself small and curled up on him. Her soft breath tickled his neck. She sighed gently whenever he stroked her back and sides. Roman’s satisfaction sweetened and became a glow of bliss.
“Mr. Zabolotski.” Zoe said softly. “I have to potty, please.”
Roman shivered. The bliss deepened as love and caring for his currently-Little girlfriend flooded him.
“I’m not sure if it’s the correct time, but you were a very good girl for your spanking.” Roman said. “I’ll take you there now.”
Zoe was still curled up when he carried her to the bathroom. She flinched a little to have her sore rear on the cold toilet seat. If it was the spanking, the game, or both, Roman didn’t know. What was sure was that Zoe was as docile and submissive as he’d ever seen her when he stood her up and wiped her clean. She stood still in front of the potty while Roman retrieved her pullup and clothes, passively letting him put her in them.
When he lead her back to the living room, he even saw a bit of childish excitement in her eyes. Mentioning morning snack got a little skip out of her. Roman grinned, glad that he’d worked as hard as he had yesterday. He couldn’t see getting any work done today at all.