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silently watching as May introduced their visitor to the world of age-play.
"Food is done. Are you ready to come and eat?" Caine asked, leaning against the doorway as the two sat on the ground with May's new Lego set.
Ian's face turned bright red. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I didn't even bother to ask if I could help! She asked if I liked Legos and—"
"Don't apologize. Do you have any idea how many hours Layton and I have spent in May's version of Lego Land? Maybelle, go wash up for lunch, please."
"Yes, Daddy," she said absently, running to obey.
"So, this is what you were telling me. It seems so natural for her," Ian said.
"She's a gem. I also noticed that you took right to it, as well. This is her playroom and where she has to stay when she gets herself on restriction."
"It's not a bad place to be grounded in," Ian said with a chuckle, looking around. "It has everything a kid could want to keep herself occupied."
"Except for us. The bond that is shared by a Little and her Bigs means more than any amount of toys or other distractions. When she's grounded, she's allowed access to us only for meals. There is no playing, no watching TV together and, in our particular situation, no sex. Needless to say, she avoids that particular punishment as much as possible. We all do."
"It sounds as tough for you as it is for her." Ian watched May slide under Caine's arm.
"It's pure hell, my friend. Let's go eat and then I'll show you around the house. Ask any questions you want, and I promise that we will answer them truthfully. May will be a valuable resource from a submissive point of view."
"Come on, Uncle Ian. Lemme show you the bathroom so you can wash up. Daddy won't let us come to the table with dirty hands." She reached her hand out for his and led him away. Ian glanced over his shoulder at Caine and broke into a large grin.
***
"That was delicious. I haven't tasted a rub like that since the Sunday picnics on your old ranch." Ian leaned back and rubbed his stomach.
Layton grabbed May's face in his hand, licked the edge of a napkin, and wiped the sauce from her face. His fingers tightened as she wrinkled her nose and attempted to pull away. "This is Pop's recipe. After we got married, May came up with the idea to celebrate him every Sunday this way."
"I hate spit rags," she grumbled, wiping her face with the back of her arm.
"Then use a napkin and wipe your own face," Caine said as he tapped her on the nose. "How about you clear up for us while we talk with Uncle Ian?"
"Do I get an extra prize for doing the dishes by myself?" May asked hopefully.
"What special prize do you want?" Layton asked. He smiled as she whispered her request in his ear, then he raised his eyebrow. "That's up to Daddy, babygirl."
"Will you ask him? Please?" She blinked innocently.
"Ask me what?" Caine said.
"She wants you to reconsider what you want to do about Sri's list and her flip-flops."
"I've already told you that I don't want anything to do with Sri's requests. As for the flip-flops, I think we can talk about that later. I—oh!" Caine yelped as May flung herself against him and covered his face with kisses.
"Thank you, Daddy!"
"I didn't say yes! Hey!" he called as she skipped happily back into the house with her arms full of dirty dishes.
"How far do you go with this, Caine? Don't you guys even let her buy shoes without permission?" Ian asked.
"Shoes? That isn't—"
"What Layton was going to say is that we really try to keep in close contact with everything she does. She has a certain amount of freedom in specific things, but generally the three of us are most comfortable with a more structured environment. Her persona ranges from about eight to ten years old, and she occasionally slips into a pre-teen with the associated smart mouth," Caine said.
"So, like a child, she is required to ask for permission and be accountable," Layton further explained. "It's not a dictatorship in the least. We involve her in family decisions and she
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