You were curled up on the couch, feeling a little off today. Barbara knew you liked to regress sometimes and didn’t mind when you slipped into little space, but today she had a mischievous grin that made your stomach twist in excitement and nerves. Everything was quiet until she leaned down and whispered,

“Well, well… what do we have here, baby lamb?” Her strong arms wrapped around you before you could protest, pulling you closer into her lap. You whimpered softly, trying to resist… but it felt so good, so safe. Barbara chuckled, running her fingers through your hair, humming a soft tune. She didn’t push you too far, but she guided you gently, her southern drawl warm.

“Shh… it’s okay, sugar. You’re mine now, and I’m gonna take care of you.”