#WIPitUP - 8/2/17 - Learning to be Little - Still suspicious, Kelly takes what she can get #Ageplay

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 has been accepted by Blushing Books, until it's published, I still consider it a WIP.

The mock cover I used for Camp NaNo

I'm continuing where I left off last time. As an only child born to two only children, a young and precocious Kelly Franklin seeks out her Daddy whenever something frightens her. Unfortunately, her Daddy isn't available to soothe her and two strange men were hurting her mother. Scared, Kelly remains as quiet as a mouse in her parent's closet until the police pull her out. Twelve years later, Kelly still suffers nightmares from that time and finds herself walking the streets. Her spirit unbroken, Kelly greets her new "customer" with well-founded suspicion and a bit of an attitude that could earn her a swat if she isn't careful. But despite the gentleman's scowl, Kelly maintains her insouciant attitude.

"You're a cheeky little brat, aren't you?" When she grinned, he bent toward her. "Since we are to dine together, perhaps you should tell me your name."

Seeing no harm in that, she replied, "Kelly. Kelly Franklin."

"Kelly. Is that your full given name?"

"No. It's Kellian, but I prefer to be called Kelly."

"I see. Well, Miss Kelly Franklin…." He extended a gloved hand to her. "Would you be willing to accompany me to a fine dining establishment?"

She placed her fingers on his palm with a nod, and they proceeded down the sidewalk—hand-in-hand."

* * * *

The building where they finally stopped was more than a few blocks away. Kelly didn't mind walking, normally, except her feet felt as if they'd been encased in ice. Still, she kept quiet and followed her escort to a set of double wooden doors with brass handles and frosted glass. When they stepped inside, Kelly was met with a burst of delightfully warm air, perfumed with delicious scents of hot food and the scent of moneyed customers. Kelly rubbed her hands together to ease her prickling fingers as a gentleman elegantly dressed in black greeted them.

The black-suited attendant gave her host a small bow. "Mr. White, we haven't seen you here in quite a while. Your usual table, sir?"

"That would be fine, Henry."

Henry escorted them to a private nook set in a distant corner near a gently glowing fire, which Kelly gravitated toward immediately. She was standing right in front of the welcomed warmth when she realized their table was separated from the rest of the dining room by a folded partition. She promptly turned to face her companion, uncertain if it would be wise for her to seclude herself with a relative stranger where no one else could see them. Even on the street, there were always passersby. Mr White had paid for her time, and they were still in a public place, so she doubted he would hurt her, but he could attempt to do other things she might not like. Before she could utter an objection, her coat and scarf were removed from her shoulders and a warm hand rested firmly at her waist.

"You will be quite safe with me, my dear. I can assure you no harm will come to you here or any other place you might choose to accompany me."

With a reluctant nod, Kelly let Mr. White, if that really was his name, seat her. He took the chair directly across from her. "I should prefer to order for you, if you don't mind."

Realizing she was hungrier than she'd thought, Kelly gave another shrug that earned her a quick frown. Mr. White opened his menu and gazed at it for a moment until a waiter in a black suit and tie stood at their table. "The young lady will have two slices of roast turkey with only a smidgen of gravy, mashed potatoes with a pat of butter, and green beans. What would you like to drink, my dear?" he inquired politely.

She shrugged. "Soda?"

"Unacceptable. Soda is extremely bad for your teeth and has no nutritional value. You may choose water or milk."

"What about iced tea?"

"No. Tea is loaded with caffeine, which you do not need. Milk is much better for you."

"If you were going to dictate what I drink, why did you bother to ask me what I wanted?"

"Don't be impertinent, child. Give the waiter your selection."

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