“Has he done so very many times?”
I nod, flushing. “Several. I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m not used to behaving. You know me. I’ve never been much of a rule follower. My parents were too uninvolved to care.”
“Yeah. Do you think that’s what attracted you to the lifestyle? Maybe you want to experience what other kids lived through?”
I shrug. “Master Kellen says the same thing. Maybe.” I turn to the side, lift my legs onto the lounge, and lean back. “I’ve been thinking about my childhood lately. Master Kellen insists I write in my journal every day, so I tend to ramble about whatever comes to mind. I was really, really spoiled. I had nannies who chased me around to no avail. I hid from them and lied to them and hell, they often didn’t last long.”
Abby chuckles. “You were still a little wild when we met freshman year of college.”
“Yep. Did I ever tell you about the time I got into big trouble my senior year?”
“I don’t think so. I don’t remember you ever getting into much trouble. Your parents were pushovers.”
“True, but this particular time, I got into trouble with the police. I told my parents I was going to a party at a friend’s house, and that was true. What I didn’t tell them was that the friend’s entire family was out of town. We broke into their house using the key under the back mat.”
“Oh my God. That’s crazy. I never had the balls you have. Sometimes, I wish I did just to experience the adrenaline rush from getting away with something.”
“Yeah, well, we didn’t get away with that one. Too many people showed up. One of the neighbors called the cops. We all got caught. They called each of our parents, who had to come get us in the middle of the night. It was the one and only time I saw a new side of my parents. They were livid.”
“Did they punish you?” Abby asks.
I shake my head, embarrassed. “No. Other than not speaking to me for a few days. They contacted the homeowners and offered to pay for any damages in exchange for not pressing charges against us.”
“Wow. That’s huge. Did they at least make you work it off or something?”
I shake my head. I’ve never told Abby this story, and I’m embarrassed. “When have you known me to work?”
“Good point.”
“Hell, if I was a normal human being, I’d have a job right now instead of vacationing all the way across the country where I’ve decided to move in with a man I’ve just met and pretend to be a child.”
“Maybe it’s exactly what you needed,” Abby suggests. “Apparently, it’s stirring up memories and making you think.”
“I think so, but it’s weird and kind of painful.” I feel ridiculous when I think back on how spoiled I am. Part of me feels like I need to atone for my past bad behavior by doing it over. I’m not sure how to process that. When Master Kellen punishes me, I get a rush of sorts, kind of like the adrenaline rush I used to get when I was young and got away with something. Like he’s absolving me of past wrongdoings. My own parents shouldn’t have let me get away with half the shit I did. I’m starting to think I’m seriously fucked in the head.
“Maybe you like being punished because you never experienced that before,” Abby offers. “Does being disobedient make your heart beat faster thinking you might get away with something?”
I wince. “Yeah. In fact, yesterday I did something naughty behind Master Kellen’s back. I think I did it just to see if I could.”
Abby chuckles. “Did you get caught?”
I nod. “Totally. And I still don’t know how.”
“What did you do?”
“I peeked in one of the other drawers before choosing the age I wanted to be. He wasn’t in the room. Hell, I’m pretty sure he was in the shower. And he didn’t have time to go through the video from the monitor before I saw him. I’m still pondering the possibility that he’s psychic.”
Abby giggles again. “I bet he has sensors on the drawers. Like the kind windows have. That way, if you open one, his phone probably beeps.”
I slap my forehead, certain she’s right. How could I be so naïve?
“I doubt you’ll get away with anything in Master Kellen’s home. No matter how many times you test him.”
She’s right. I know she’s right. I also know he doesn’t like my disobedience, and I stare off into the night for a moment, wondering not for the first time if he might eventually be disappointed enough to make me leave before my two-week experiment is over.
Chapter 13
Master Kellen
As I push Sabine’s chair in at the dinner table, I watch her closely. I think she’s calmer than when we arrived, but she’s also troubled. I hope her time with Abby was helpful. That was my goal. I don’t want her cut off from her friends. I want her to learn and grow through this experience.
She tries futilely to tuck her dress under her bottom, and I swat her hand and pull it back out, letting it flow around her instead. I know she gets flustered when her panties are the only thing between her and a chair, but I’m also certain it helps remind her constantly of her little.
I give a playful tug to one of her braids as I take my seat next to her, and then I lean toward her ear and whisper. “Spread your legs, baby girl. Wide.”
She flinches, but does as I’ve instructed, wrapping her ankles around the chair legs.
I set my palm on her bare thigh and run it up and down, pushing her skirt higher and letting my pinky glide across her clit several times. Her panties are wet. I’m doing my job.
“Sit up straight, Sabine,” I tell her.
She pulls out of her slouch as she glances around
