that everyone is taken care of. There will be Littles in there with their Tops, but also some who are on their own. Don’t interact with anyone unless they speak to you.”
“If they do speak to me?”
“Well, don’t ask them any adult questions. If you have questions, wait until we leave. All right?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir.”
“We’ll probably just go in and observe for a few minutes. I don’t want us interrupting anything.”
“All right.”
He moved to the door and pressed the buzzer. Soon a dark-haired older woman with graying hair opened the door. Reina was a regular monitor. Most Littles reacted well to her. She could be strict when necessary but mostly she was a softie with a big heart. She looked at him then over at Betsy.
“Hey, Ink,” she said in a pleasant voice. “Don’t see you coming here much.”
“I’m mentoring a new sub for tonight,” he explained. “This is Betsy.”
Reina glanced at Betsy with a welcoming smile. “Hello, Betsy. Are you a Little?”
“I, umm…I only just learned about, uh, age play.” She glanced up at Ink for guidance. He couldn’t deny that felt good.
“Betsy would like to come in and observe, if that’s all right?”
Reina’s gaze narrowed, still studying Betsy. Did she see something he didn’t? He hadn’t spent enough time with Betsy to know for sure, but he couldn’t see any signs of her being a Little.
Reina turned and looked into the room. “We have four Littles in here right now. And they’re with their caregivers. Let me ask them.”
They had to wait just a couple of minutes until she was back. “They’ve all agreed that you can come in to observe. Betsy, you’ll follow Master Ink’s instructions, yes?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Betsy replied.
Reina let a smile slip free. “That’s what I like to hear. Come in, sweetie.”
Betsy slipped in and Ink followed. The Littles’ area was far different than the rest of the club. This room was well lit. It was cheery.
Storage covered one wall. Bins that could be pulled out, containing toys. At one end of the wall there was a door. It led to the nursery where there was a changing table, rocking chair and an oversized crib. This main area was for playing. There was a big playful rug on the floor. A doll’s house. A play kitchen. An arts and crafts area and a large train set. Other toys could be pulled from the storage wall. To the right was a chair that faced the corner and attached to the back of the chair was a sign.
Timeout chair.
Ink glanced down at Betsy as she stood by the door, looking around. Her face was a blank mask. There were four Littles. Two boys and two girls. One girl was playing with a tea set. An older man with salt and pepper hair sat next to her, taking his cup of tea and holding it gently in his hand. Across the room, the two boys played with the train set.
The last couple, he sort of knew. Zac, the Daddy Dom, turned and saw Ink there with Betsy. He leaned in and whispered something to his Little, Lara. Her black hair was pulled back in two braids and she wore a cheerful, yellow dress.
Lara nodded and Zac walked over to Ink. He felt Betsy stiffen and had to bite back the urge to touch her. Reassure her. Zac held out his hand and Ink shook it.
“Haven’t seen you for a while, man,” Zac said, eyeing Betsy curiously. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Master Zac, this is Betsy. She’s new. I’m mentoring her.”
“You are?” Zac gave him a surprised look.
“It’s just temporary.”
Did he just imagine the way Betsy’s shoulders tensed? He hadn’t said that to hurt her.
Zac’s gaze narrowed as he stared down at Betsy. He’d obviously seen her reaction as well. His green gaze moved up to Ink. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not here often enough to be a good mentor,” Ink said gruffly. He didn’t look down at Betsy, but instead glanced over at Lara who was getting to her feet. She moved over towards the storage tubs.
“Are you a Little, Betsy? If so, Lara and I can act as mentors. We’ve done it before with other new Littles.”
“Oh I don’t…I’m not…I don’t think…” Betsy stumbled over her words.
Ink took pity on her. “We’re just observing today. Betsy is getting a feel for what she likes and,” something caught his eye, “Lara!”
Zac turned just as Lara attempted to pull a large tub out of the shelving unit. She