WIP: Work in progress. WIP it up Wednesday is a hop where writers share portions of the project they're working on with readers. I really like the idea because it allows me to share something that's still in the creative stage as well as work behind the scenes as a prompt to keep me writing.
The WIP I've chosen to share today is tentatively titled "Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story." It is a story about Kelly Franklin's first immersion into BDSM with a Daddy Dom. It begins in the present directly after "A Dom's Dilemma" then slips into her past before returning to the present again. It's my first attempt at an age play story, but I hope it will provide a lot more insight into Kelly's character. Though the manuscript is still in edits at this point, I decided to begin sharing snippets of my first draft, beginning with the start of Kelly's nightmare.
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Kept under a more secure watch and a
stricter regimen with the nuns, she remained a ward of the Catholic church for
twelve years and even briefly considered becoming a nun, but she wasn't
Catholic or even a very devout Christian. So, at age eighteen, she was given
the clothes she now wore, some spending money, and a list of places where she
could find shelter and food. They no longer had the room or funds to keep her,
and she was of age. Kelly hadn't exactly been a model child, so even though the
nuns weren't cruel, she suspected they were relieved to see the last of
her.
She spent several days looking for
work, but outside of her gamin looks, she really had few qualities to recommend
her, and fewer serviceable skills. Though she had received what was equivalent
to a high school GED, she wasn't good at handling money, knew next to nothing
about computers, had abysmal typing skills, and her grasp of any finer social
amenities was practically non-existent due to her own stubbornness, not through
any fault of the nuns.
Kelly barely spoke for several
months after her parents' murders, and hardly a night passed by that she didn't
wake-up screaming from visions of two gunmen hunting her down. As a result, she
had difficulty associating with others, and preferred to keep to herself.
Though the clothing she wore wasn't
fashionable and had proved to be inadequate for the weather, it was clean, and
she appeared somewhat respectable. Grocery checkouts didn't require a fashion
degree, but she did need to be able to work a cash register and give back
correct change, neither of which was a talent she'd picked up at the orphanage.
What use would she have had for money there?
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