Page 6 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

I should be concerned about the threat, but anybody could type up an email. If the sender knew where I lived, he would've sent me a personal mail. It must be some fanatic who'd seen me on the TV and was eager to judge me. It was so easy to sit on your couch and judge people. You never know the struggle until you walk in a person's shoes.

Celebrities got hate mail all the time, some very threatening in nature. I had to consider it a downside of my fifteen minutes of fame and move on. There was no reason to involve Daddy and get him worried over nothing. Yes, it was best I kept this to myself.

Daddy hadn't left me alone ever since he saved me from Otis' attack. Otis was behind bars but Daddy hadn't gotten over almost losing me when Otis tried to kidnap me. Sometimes I'd go into the nursery to get a toy and Daddy would come running to check if I was still in the house. Every time we were ready to go out, he had gotten into the habit of staring out the window for a good five minutes to check if the coast was clear. He'd get paranoid every time he saw a car parked nearby, checking if it was empty just to make sure there was no threat.

I could only hope he'd relax once he'd realize there was no one after me anymore. I didn't want him to go through the unnecessary fear of losing me, but it was sweet in a way that he cared about me so much. Sometimes it felt like he had so much love to give, he didn't know what to do with it. It was one of the reasons why I could never have a second Daddy. No one could come close to him or the love he had for me.

In truth, it wasn't like I was ready for falling in love again. It meant opening up to a stranger and telling him all about my dark past. Walking Daddy through it was painful enough. I didn't want to go through it ever again. It was one of the reasons I declined Daddy's suggestion of going to therapy.

Deleting the hate mail, I put the phone back in my cute pink purse and headed back inside the playroom. I was so excited to meet Michael, but now that I had, I totally saw myself befriending other Littles. Maybe Michael's suggestion had been good all along. He wanted me to be a member of the club for the longest time because then we'd get to hang out even more.

The club seemed to be a haven for Littles since it was full of them. We couldn't be ourselves out in public, but here at the club, everyone seemed to know each other. Littles moved from one group of friends to another, switching between reading books together, playing with toys, and going down slides. Some new Daddies were asking single Littles out for playdates. Michael had told me they'd have scenes in the private rooms to see if they clicked. It seemed crazy to think I'd met my Daddy at a supermarket. What were the odds?

There were so many Littles in the large playroom, I had a hard time finding my friends. When Michael waved at me from a distance, I got down on all fours and crawled up to them.

"Lost your way, did you?" Michael giggled. "I've been here a thousand times and I still have a hard time finding my way."

When I just nodded, he scooted closer. "Don't keep us waiting then."

"Oh, right." I shook my head to try and forget about the email. "It's good news, bad news kind of situation. The good news is Daddy's fine with me getting a second Daddy."

I continued when their faces lit up. "The bad news is I'm not sure if I want one. I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I'm obsessed with my Daddy. We're so close it hurts to be apart for even an hour. I guess that's how age play relationships are different from vanilla ones. Daddies spend so much of their time taking care of their Littles, it's hard to imagine myself with anyone else."

Elijah crossed his arms and nodded wisely. "I know what you mean. I felt the same way. I wanted to stay friends when Daddy Lance came into my life, but it didn’t take long to realize I loved him. You just can't force love, Jenna. You should leave it to fate and if you fall in love again, don't resist it. It's hard to find someone you feel a connection with, but when you do, you grab onto it and never let go."

Michael shifted his gaze between us in the silence that followed. "Thanks for asking, but I could never have two Daddies. Elijah here is disgustingly well-behaved. But my bottom would be sore all the time from receiving twice the punishments. People take being able to sit for granted. I for one like being able to sit, thank you very much."

"Or you could turn into a good boy and behave so you can have two Daddies," Michael's Daddy commented from behind.

Michael stared at him like he had two heads, and then they both burst out into laughter together. It soon turned into a fit of giggles for Michael as he thrust his head back against uncle John's chest.

"Good one, Daddy." Michael was beginning to get teary-eyed from laughing too hard, so he rubbed at his eye. "It's like asking the sun to rise in the North."

I noticed that ever since they had gotten married, they secretly stared at each other when they thought no one was watching. It made me all the more excited for the day I'd get married to Daddy. All my life when I'd been held a prisoner in that house, there were only four things I dreamt about - having friends, falling in love, working at a job I loved, and getting married.

Elijah had the same dreamy look on his face as he sucked on his binky. The way Michael and John were looking into each other's eyes lovingly was adorable and I didn't want to disturb them, but I had to.

I cleared my throat and it instantly broke them out of their spell. "I know you guys promised me a club tour after the event, but I'm so excited I can hardly wait. Can we do it now instead? There are so many playspaces and I'm dying to know what goes on in there."

"But the slide just became free." Michael pushed his lower lip out in a pout. "I haven't played on it in weeks and the club in Berlin didn't have one."

"Yeah," Elijah talked around the paci. "The event starts soon and the club is too big to be shown around in such a short time."

"You guys go ahead and enjoy the slide." I stood up and plucked Doggo, my dog stuffie, off the floor. "I'll go look around for a quick tour."

"Hurry up, though," Michael said as he began crawling towards the slide. "The event starts in twenty minutes."

As I walked out the door, I realized I hadn't been alone in a long time. It suddenly made me feel like the strong independent girl I always wanted to be.

The loud music in the main area was tempting, but I'd get to dance there soon enough anyway. Talking a few steps, I read the notice on the door before the Little playroom. It said the roleplay scene was open to the public tonight, so I stepped in. There was a stage in the middle and it looked like a movie set with false walls. I was amazed by the detail. There were shelves of books at the edge of the stage and a table in the center.

About a dozen or so people stood around the stage, gawking at the couple. A man dressed as a dean had a girl in uniform over his knees, her bare bottom in full view to the audience as he lifted her miniskirt.

"Talk back to me again and I'll throw in a dozen more spanks," the Dean was saying.

"I'm sorry, sir," the girl replied, squirming in his lap as his hand smacked her bottom.

How embarrassing for the girl to be gawked at by strangers. But then I realized the girl was rubbing her crotch against the Dean's leg. She was getting off on embarrassment and humiliation! Must be some kind of kink. I was glad I had accepted Michael's invitation. I wanted to know all the kinks there were and try them with my Daddy in privacy to see which ones I liked.