Epilogue: Anson

“ T hey’re here!” I cry in excitement as I hear car doors slamming shut outside. “Daddy, hurry!” I race to the front door from the living room, my socked feet slipping and skidding on the tiled floor.

“What have I told you about running in the house?” Daddy admonishes with exasperation. “You’re going to hurt yourself one of these days.”

“Nuh-uh,” I argue, “I’m a doctor. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you said when you refused to let me change you the other week,” he replies calmly. “And what happened then?”

I scrunch my nose with annoyance. “I was playin’ with my train.” And there’s something about staying in my diaper after I’ve wet it that makes me feel even littler than normal. I’d wanted to hold onto that feeling.

“What happened, Anson?”

Sighing, I mumble, “I got a rash.” Before he can act all superior about it, I add, “But only a tiny one. Barely an irta…irra…itter… ugh. Barely anything .”

“I was still right, though, wasn’t I?”

He’s still not making any attempt to open the door.

“ Daddy ,” I whine, “they’re here!”

“You know,” he folds his arms and stares me down, the stern look making my tummy go all bubbly while my dick starts to wake up, “if you’re going to be like this today, maybe I’ll cancel the playdate and give you corner time instead.”

Daddy has discovered the one actual punishment I truly hate, and he knows it.

Corner time.

Blergh .

It’s so boring in the corner. I’m not allowed to talk, or dance, or sing, or color, or play with my toys…it’s stupid and I hate it.

“No!” I plead. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

Daddy smirks and shakes his head, finally moving towards the door. “I love you, sunshine, but we all know how impulsive you can be when you’re excited. Don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

I know he’s just teasing me, so I poke my tongue out at him. I declare, “You’re so mean, Daddy,” right as he opens the door.

“It sounds like someone is halfway to a spanking already,” Vince laughs, his hand in the air as though he was poised to knock. “Which really doesn’t surprise me.” He shifts his hand and knocks it against Daddy’s fist. “Hey, man, thanks for the invite.”

“Anytime.” Daddy chuckles and steps aside to let Vinnie in, and I ignore my best friend in preference of throwing my arms around his boyfriend instead.

“Hey, Bear! Your Daddy’s a meanie, too.” I tell him in a stage whisper. “Let’s go play and let them be mean and boring on their own.”

Bear grins at me, the freckled skin over his cheeks and nose stretching with the wide smile. He shakes his head and his mop of red curls flies around his face. “My Daddy isn’t mean. You’re just being naughty.”

That makes me gasp and clutch at my chest. “I am not! I’m a good boy!”

All three of them laugh at me. I pout. “Well, fu—er—fluff you all.”

“Oh, it’s started already, huh?” Charlie’s voice, full of amusement, asks from the doorway. He looks over at me and smirks. “You’ve been hanging out with my brother again, haven’t you?”

Ash pushes past his Daddy to wrap me in a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being playful,” he tells me. “Also, Merry Christmas, Anson.”

I hug him back, too excited and happy to keep up the pretense of being annoyed with any of them. “Merry Christmas!”

Over the past year, these guys have become my closest friends. We’ve had playdates and cookouts together, gone to The Grove and also hung out without the role play, too. (Well, except for Bear, who is pretty much always Little, but we love him that way.) They’ve been there for me as I’ve explored every facet of age play that I could possibly think of, working out what I enjoy and what I’d rather avoid.

Daddy’s also become more social, at least with Vinnie and Charlie and some of the others from The Grove, and our dynamic has only become better for it. Back in those early months, he confessed that he felt out of practice with being a full-time Daddy, so I think it has helped him to have other Daddies to talk to and get advice from.

He’s gotten particularly close with Vince, which makes me happy considering they’re my two favorite people in the whole wide world, but it sucks when they both team up over my more frustrating qualities. But that’s where Ash and Bear come in for me. They’re my fellow Littles and, even though Bear is a bit of a Daddy’s boy and goodie-two-shoes, they still encourage me to be as silly and Little as I want to be, even when it makes Daddy and Vince sigh with exasperation.

Let’s be real, though: that exasperation is totally just an act on Daddy’s part. He loves me having fun…and I know that he loves coming up with sexy punishments for me, too. And that’s what I’m pushing for today. I want Daddy to tie me to the headboard and edge me until I’m in tears, so I’m being just a little bit sassier and naughtier than usual.

It’s one of the silent games Daddy and I play.

The past year really has changed everything for me. I’ve gone from not knowing where I fit in in the kink lifestyle, to being comfortable and happy almost all the time. I’ve gone from feeling lonely to having someone to come home to every day. I’ve gone from living in a tiny, personality-free apartment to a real home with my Daddy.

Oh, and probably the biggest life changer: I’ve gone from stressing out all the time to knowing that I can just let go and be free once I’m home. Adult problems aren’t really a problem for me anymore because Daddy takes care of them. I transfer him money to pay for the utilities and stuff, but he deals with managing it all for me. The only time I have to spend worrying about Big issues is when I’m at work, and even that seems easier to handle with everything else taken care of.

It still feels surreal at times.

A year ago, I was driving to Daddy’s cabin thinking I was just going to hide away from everyone else’s happiness over Christmas. I never once thought I would find my own there. Sometimes, I even think that maybe I crashed my car badly and I’ve been in a coma, fantasizing the life I’ve been living for the past year. It seems too fantastic and too easy to be real. But then Daddy will cuddle me close and assure me that it is real, that I’m giving him a Happily Ever After that he never imagined that he could have, too, and that makes those thoughts go away.

Somehow, we found each other last Christmas. So, this Christmas and for every Christmas from now on, we plan on celebrating that fact with our closest friends —people we agree played a pretty big part in us getting together and staying together. Without their support and advice over the past year, things might have turned out differently. Or they might not have. Daddy and I are very good at communicating, after all.

Which takes me back to the silent communication we’ve become experts at. I wink at him before I drag Ash and Bear into the living room to indulge our Little sides in front of the Christmas tree Daddy and I decorated together on December First (yet another ritual we’re starting, because he says it’s something we both deserve to enjoy properly, though I will always cherish that low-budget, impromptu Christmas in his cabin).

Daddy winks back at me.

I’m so getting my sexy punishment tonight!

It’s going to be a very Merry Christmas indeed.

The End

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