Matching Littles Novel – Ryan watched the big tears puddle on the padded surface. “We know, Madi.” Nora returned with a piece of soap cut from a bar. “What’s that?” Madi asked with apprehension. “That’s the punishment for telling a lie, Madi, in our house.” Nora held a small bottom cheek in each hand, pulling them apart to reveal Madi’s clenched anus still shiny from the thermometer’s lubrication.
Ryan pressed the piece of soap into Madi’s rectum, following it with his finger to press it deep into her bottom. Immediately, Madi began to squirm. “Noooooooo!” wailed Madi. The soap burned in her rectum, and she had an overwhelming urge to poop. “That’s my good Little girl. I’m glad you’re learning your lesson.” Madeline pushed back her home office chair and looked out the dining room window. She’d just hit send on the PLAYTIME application, and she was already second-guessing her decision to list herself on the specialized dating site.
She stood up resolutely and walked over to pick up her floppy hat and keys. Madeline forced herself to go out for a walk on the beautiful afternoon to get out of her apartment and away from the computer before she changed her mind. Stepping out of the front door, Madeline stopped and rolled her shoulders. She was doing the right thing. She’d been searching for an age play relationship for a long time. She’d met a few people that said they were interested in age play, but she soon realized that they were willing to say anything to be in a relationship with wealthy Trent Danton’s daughter.
She clasped her hands in front of her and said a short prayer of thanks that at least they hadn’t gone to the media when the relationships had ended. At least in that way, she had chosen partners pretty well. A friend had told her about the new dating site a few weeks ago. Penelope had shared the news of the site as a tidbit of weirdness. Someone wanting a Mommy or Daddy was so fake. They must just want to con someone out of money. Her friend had no idea that Madeline was interested in age play. Penelope had gossiped about it at lunch saying that it must have been designed by a very wealthy man with deviant sexual tastes. Madeline had a completely different reaction to the news.
She tried to act nonchalant, but inside she was cheering with excitement. She sped home that afternoon and logged on immediately. Madeline had visited the site frequently in the last couple of weeks, trying to decide whether she should try it or just give up and settle for another vanilla relationship that was doomed to fail. Finally, she had filled in the application on the PLAYTIME site. She had to take a picture of her ID proving that she was over eighteen and attach it to her application. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the join button before she could talk herself out of it again.
Madeline stared at the screen as it announced that her application had been received and that she should receive a notification of any suggested matches as soon as her application was fully processed. Madeline knew she’d go crazy just watching the screen. She set her tablet on the couch and ran to change clothes. She might as well go for a walk while she debated whether she was brilliant or brainless for putting her information on a dating site, regardless of how secure it was supposed to be. Tying her shoes and grabbing her keys, she set off with a quick pace toward the park. “Honk!” A blue sports car came to a brake-squealing stop just inches from her. Madeline realized, as she shook in the reaction, that she had just stepped blindly off the curb right in front of the oncoming car. She was very lucky they were paying attention. “I’m so sorry,” she began in a rush as a beautiful couple flung open the car’s doors and rushed toward her. “Thank you for stopping.
I was lost in thought. I’m sure I gave you a scare.” Madeline looked ruefully down at her cell phone that she had dropped when the horn sounded so close to her.