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The Abbeyville Way

By: Tabitha Black
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: � 2013 by Blushing Books and Tabitha Black
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Publisher's Note: "The Abbeyville Way" is a combination of two books formerly available on Blushing Books, "Pebblesville," and "Return to Pebblesville." These two titles have been combined into one volume. All customers who purchased "Pebblesville" will find "The Abbeyville Way" available in their online library. All customers who purchased "Return to Pebblesville" will be issued a credit for the full purchase price.

Sara Lyttle spent her entire life looking forward to one thing - her wedding day. For in the exclusively "different" community, marriage is the only way out of the Nursery.

At last, after seventeen years of breathless anticipation, Sara marries David Hawkinson. He's handsome, he's rich, and he seems perfect. Until Sara awakens on the first morning of her married life, and discovers that nothing is the way she had hoped it would be.

Sara is slowly growing accustomed to her new home life - the hard, frequent spankings given to her by both her Papa, and her Nanny, Violet; and the throes of exquisite pleasure also dealt out by their capable fingers.

The time has come, therefore, for Sara to be introduced to the community.It has a specific way of doing everything; as Sara soon discovers.

She is taken to her first "adult" gathering, where she listens to fascinating tales of other wives' lives with their Papas and Nannies.

She also attends a Pebblesville Governess Workshop. Nannies and their little ones attend such meetings four times a year to exchange not only gossip, but also new and innovative methods of punishment... and pleasure.

And when her husband, David, has to go on a business trip, Sara is permitted to stay with her new best friend, Helen. The girls have a wonderful time together, but it soon becomes obvious that Helen's Nanny; Mae, is even more strict than Violet...
Sara Lyttle was nervous. It was her wedding day. After eighteen years of waiting and almost breathless anticipation, she would finally become an adult.

As her guardian, Eliza brushed out her long golden tresses and began to secure flowers to the crown of her head, Sara reflected on her childhood, and how much more exciting life would hopefully become from that day forth.

She had, like all the other children, been taken into the clan as a baby, but she didn�t know her parents. Abbeyville was a small community nestled in a picturesque valley. It was surrounded by large hills and rivers, beyond which were a few villages and slightly larger towns � close enough for travel to be reasonably easy, yet also far enough away to ensure complete privacy. The whole area, located as it was in a very rural part of eastern Ireland, did not have a large population density, and Abbeyville offered the only orphanage around for miles and miles. And so it came to pass that most orphaned children from the towns and villages in the district were taken to the Abbeyville �Nursery� if they had no relatives left who wanted to take care of them.

The Nursery was like a community within a community, completely segregated from the adults� population. Boys and girls lived their lives separately, the boys brought up by male guardians, the girls by females. The guardians were �outsiders�, adults who had responded to job advertisements that the Abbeyville Elders placed in specialist newspapers when required. It took a certain type of person to become an Abbeyville guardian or Nanny, so whilst the advertisements hinted at the unusual circumstances of the position, it wasn�t until the ensuing interview that applicants found out exactly what the job entailed. The selection process was thorough and only those who could display the right combination of nurture, discipline and commitment were invited to join the reclusive community. These adults who came to Abbeyville in order to work were childless themselves, or didn�t want to marry, and it was generally understood that, once they had joined the community, they would remain there until retirement. The married couples kept to their own, and the entire village had its own way of living.

�Will you sit still?� Eliza chided, struggling to comb a particularly resilient knot out of Sara�s hair. �I know you�re excited, but you have to conduct yourself in a ladylike manner! Chuh, honestly, has nothing I taught you taken seed in your mind?�

�I�m sorry, Eliza, I�m just so excited!� Sara muttered.

No more being treated like a little girl. From that afternoon, she would be Mrs. David Hawkinson, a wife, and an adult. She would join the grown-up part of the community, and be treated as a lady, not as a disobedient child. No more spankings, cod liver oil or corner time. No more boring school lessons, no more church if she didn�t want to go. And she would be able to mingle with men, at last! Having been kept separate from the male gender entirely, her curiosity was at boiling point.

�Eliza?�

�Yes, dear?�

�Why wasn�t I permitted to choose my husband? I have never even met David!�

�Now Sara, you know that�s the way we do things here in Abbeyville. You are a woman now, and it is time for you to wed. The Elders suggested you to David, and he has agreed. You will have plenty of time to get to know him... the rest of your life, in fact.� For a moment, Eliza�s voice softened. �I shall miss you, little one.�

�I shall miss you too, Eliza.�

�Well, there we go, your hair is all done. Time for you to put on your dress.�

Twenty minutes later, Sara stared at herself in the mirror. She looked so different - almost unrecognisable, even to her own eyes. The white silk dress flowed to the ground - no more childish, short hems for her! Her hair gleamed, free of the usual pigtails or braids. Her plump lips had been rouged, and her fingernails polished until they shone.

�Is that me?� she gasped, breathlessly. �Is that really me, Eliza?�

�Aye,� her guardian nodded. �You are a woman now. You look beautiful.�

�Thank you. For everything.� Sara turned and enveloped the burly woman into a hug. �I love you.�

Eliza was glad that Sara couldn�t see the blush creeping into her cheeks. �Now, poppet, no need to be sentimental. You�re not married yet, I could still take the paddle to you!�

�Eliza! You wouldn�t!�

�Don�t be too sure! Now, hurry and put your slippers on. The altar awaits!�

Sara averted her eyes as she walked down the aisle. So many people were staring at her; it made her feel downright uncomfortable. The bouquet of white roses she was clutching quivered in her clasped hands, and the path to the altar seemed almost endless.

Yet slowly, the figure waiting for her with the priest became larger and more discernible. David. The bridegroom. In a few minutes, he would be her husband.

As she reached him, he turned and she saw his face for the first time.

He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a shock of black hair and dark, hooded eyes. He seemed very old to Sara, but in fact he was only twenty-six. His gaze was stern, and she tensed with a sudden onslaught of fear. At first glance he was certainly handsome, but was he kind? Would he treat her well?

Then he broke into an enormous smile, and she relaxed instantly, her pulse slowing, her breath coming back.

�Sara,� he said in a deep, gravelly voice. �So nice to meet you.�

She gave a little curtsey, as she had been taught, and then she looked him in the eye for the first time. �David. Lovely to meet you, too... at last.�

He held out a hand, and she took it shyly.

Then the priest began to speak.

And so began the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. David Hawkinson.

The reception was well underway, and Sara had hardly had a minute to herself. Of course she knew no one, and was only able to smile shyly and shake hands as one person after the other was introduced to her and wished her all the best for the future.

A veritable feast had been arranged, and aside from the new oral delicacies the bride was introduced to, it was also the first time she had ever drunk wine. Delighted by the full and fruity flavour of the ruby liquid, she had already downed three whole goblets in quick succession, completely unaware of the consequences.

David, every inch the loyal husband, had not left her side since the exchanging of the vows, so he was the first to notice that his slender bride was becoming rather unsteady on her slippered feet.

�Perhaps you should sit down for a minute,� he murmured in her ear. �This must have been a very tiring day so far, and you need to keep your strength up for a little while longer.�

�Thank you, David, I think I should.� Sara let him guide her to a lone bench in the far corner of the reception hall. He hovered beside her, obviously uncertain as to whether he should stay with her, or go back and mingle with their guests.

�Go and socialise, David, I�ll be fine in a minute. Really, it�s no problem.�

Still he looked worried. �You�re sure?�

She nodded, a shy smile playing on her mouth. �I am. Very sure.�

�Well, I do have to talk to a couple of business acquaintances who�ve just arrived,� David said hesitantly.

�What are you waiting for?� The newlyweds looked up in surprise at the girl who had just spoken. She was tall and had a long mane of curly red hair. �Please don�t worry about your wife Mr. Hawkinson, I shall look after her,� she added. �My name is Helen, by the way. Helen Jameson.�

�You see?� Sara said, liking the girl on sight. �Go and mingle.�

David glanced from one young woman to the other, then he wandered off into the throng of people.

�Hi,� Helen said, perching beside Sara on the bench. �It all seems very daunting, I know, but it isn�t too bad. My wedding was the same. You don�t know anyone, and feel incredibly shy and in awe of your new situation. Going from being a child to a wife within just an hour is a huge transition to make. But you�ll soon see, it isn�t as large a leap as you might think.�

�How long have you been married?� Sara asked.

�I was married at the end of my eighteenth year, just like you. We all are - all the women, I mean. Most of the men here in Abbeyville don�t choose a bride until their mid-twenties.�

�Why so late? How can the men stand being in the Nursery until they�re that age?�

Helen laughed, displaying a perfect row of small, pearly white teeth. �They don�t stay in the Nursery! They leave there at eighteen, and then they go abroad to gather what they like to refer to as �life experience�. For a few years they explore the country, sometimes even other countries, and then they return here, to Ireland, to our little Abbeyville. Then they spend six months with the adult community, mostly with the other men, and finally, once the Elders have suggested a wife, they get married. Just like your David - and my Stanley.�

�Which one is your... Stanley? Can we see him from here?�

Helen glanced about the room. �There! Over there, you see? The one in the grey suit with the blonde hair. That�s my husband.� The pride and adulation in Helen�s voice as she talked about her spouse was undeniable.

�Did you love him at first sight?� Sara couldn�t resist asking.

Helen giggled. �Of course not! But the Elders are excellent at choosing the right couples to wed. Your David will come to be the centre of your universe, believe you me.�

Sara hesitated, wondering whether she should voice her deepest concern to Helen, who would more than likely be able to answer it properly.

�You�re worried about tonight, aren�t you? Your wedding night.� Helen said, eventually.

�How did you guess?� Sara was astounded.

�All brides are. It�s only natural. Listen, don�t worry about it. Nothing will happen. Our husbands don�t deflower us until we�re nineteen. It�s all been meticulously planned. All Abbeyville women are married two weeks before their nineteenth birthdays, in order that we should come to know our husbands better before we share a marital bed with them.�

�Is that true?� Sara was trying her best to digest this sudden wealth of information, but the wine was still sloshing uneasily around in her stomach, and the excitement of the day had tired her immeasurably.

�There are a lot of things you don�t yet know, young Sara,� Helen said mysteriously. �But you will come to know all of them, very soon indeed. Stanley says that we�re different to the rest of the world down here in Abbeyville. When he spent his years travelling, he came to know other cultures and ways of life. He could have stayed... all young men may stay away if they wish. But he chose to come home, to marry me, because he soon realised that our way of life is the best. And though it might seem strange... even a little bit frightening to begin with, you will soon grow accustomed to marriage. And then you will come to adore your life, and your husband. You will see.�

�What are you talking about?� Sara whispered uneasily. �What should be frightening about marriage?�

�There you are, Helen.� Stanley appeared before them, his broad form towering over the sitting girls. �Didn�t I tell you not to wander off? Come along now, I think it�s time we went home, don�t you?�

Sara was stunned at his tone of voice. It was as though he was talking to his daughter rather than his wife. She glanced at Helen, sure that she would be as straightforward and outgoing with her husband as she had been with Sara. To her astonishment, though, Helen apologised instantly. �I�m sorry,� she said meekly. �I just wanted to talk to Sara.�

Stanley raised a disapproving eyebrow. �What about?�

Helen shot Sara a glance, as if to say, don�t say a word! �About how beautiful her wedding gown is, and how touching the ceremony was back at the church. That�s all.�

Stanley glared at his wife, then at the bride. �Very well,� he said at last. �Now say goodbye to your new friend, and then we shall go home.�

�Good luck, Sara,� Helen whispered. �I�m sure we�ll see each other again soon.�

�Bye Helen. Thanks for keeping me company.�

With a parting glance, Helen took her husband�s proffered hand, rose from the bench, and let him lead her away. Sara stared after them, wondering about the true nature of their relationship. Helen must have been at least twenty-four, and yet she let her husband speak to her as if she was a seven-year-old child. One thing was certain; Sara vowed to herself, she would never let David speak to her that way...

The evening progressed, and Sara became more and more exhausted. So many new faces at once, so many new names to remember. Helen�s mysterious words echoed in the back of her mind. She had probably only wanted to reassure Sara, instead, she had succeeded in making her even more nervous about her new life as a married woman.

Eventually, David took pity on her. �I think we can leave now,� he said kindly. �You look tired.�

�I am.�

He kissed her on the cheek. She wondered idly how long it would take until she grew accustomed to his touch. Not long, she hoped.

�I just have to make the parting speech. Wait here for a minute, then we can go home.�

�Of course,� she said.

David moved to the table in the centre of the room, and tapped the side of a wine glass with a spoon. Immediately a hush spread out amongst the throng of wedding guests.

�Thank you all for attending this special day,� David began loudly, yet calmly. �On behalf of my wife and I, I would also like to thank you all for your gifts. As soon as we have had chance to open them, you will receive thank-you letters written by my darling Sara.�

An appreciative murmur swept around the room.

�My bride is tired, which I�m sure will come as no surprise to any of you. Before we leave, however, I would like to express my gratitude to all those who helped me so greatly in preparation for this new life we are entering. Thanks to all who made this wedding such a wonderful occasion, and once again, thank you all for coming. Little Sara and I look forward to becoming productive and useful members of the Abbeyville community...�

Sara�s ears pricked at the word �little�. �Little Sara�? She was his wife now, an adult! So deep in thought was she at that sudden, strange endearment that she didn�t hear him finish his speech, and looked up in surprise when he suddenly stood before her once more. �Come along, darling,� he said gently. �Time to show you your new home!�

Just as she had imagined he would, David picked Sara up and carried her over the threshold of their new house as if she weighed nothing at all. He set her down in the reception area, smiling as she gazed at the surroundings. �It�s... it�s huge! Far too big for just the two of us!� she breathed, taking in the dark wood paneling, the high ceilings, the enormous, heavy wooden doors.

Fascinated, she wandered from one room to the next, expressing delight and marveling at the plush furnishings and elaborate decor. �Who paid for all this?� she murmured eventually.

�Never you mind. It�s a pretty standard house for Abbeyville, nothing special.� David shrugged.

�May I see upstairs?�

�Of course!� David smiled inwardly as she asked permission to go up her own stairs. There was no way she could know what sort of life was awaiting her within these walls, but her question had secretly let him know that it shouldn�t be too difficult for her to grow accustomed to it.

Sara�s eyes grew wider as she saw the luxurious bathroom done entirely in grey marble, with golden taps and a large, round bathtub. Never before in her sheltered life had she imagined such a house even existed. After a few minutes of admiring the gleaming sinks and soft rugs in there, she moved on, to the bedroom.

�It�s beautiful,� she exclaimed, taking in the enormous four-poster bed with scarlet drapes that dominated the entire room. Oil paintings were hung on the silk-lined walls, and the carpet felt soft even beneath her slippered feet. �I shall definitely have sweet dreams here!�

David cleared his throat. �Actually, this is my room,� he said carefully. �Your bedroom is on the other side of the hall.�

Sara stared at her new husband. �My bedroom? We have separate rooms?�

�I�ll show you,� David muttered, unwilling to address the situation in detail just yet.

Sara followed him across the landing, unsure what to make of the news.

�Milady, welcome to your new quarters!� David announced with a mock bow, and opened the white door.

The room was kept entirely in cream and ivory silks. A bed stood in the far corner, and though the bedclothes looked soft and expensive, it was much smaller than the four-poster in which David would sleep. A large white wardrobe covered an entire wall of the room, and there was a dressing table with a mirror and a small, round stool in another corner. Blue and violet flowers had been painted here and there along the walls, and the carpet was thick and springy beneath her feet.

�It�s not quite finished yet,� David added, after a long silence.

�It�s very... pretty,� Sara murmured eventually. It was indeed a very feminine, delicately furnished abode, but she was still dumbstruck that she should sleep in a different bed than her husband. She swallowed hard, not sure if she dared to ask the question she desperately wanted the answer to. Curiosity won, and she spoke hesitantly. �David... will I... will I be sleeping here permanently?�

David looked at his feet, clearly deciding how to answer. �Well... there are a lot of things you will come to know about the sort of marriage Abbeyville supports, but I think you are far too tired to hear them all now. I recommend you get some sleep, we can talk all you want to in the morning.�

Sara stared at her husband. Part of her was relieved that she would not have to sleep with him the first night she knew him, but another part of her was bursting with anxiety and confusion over first Helen, and now David�s mysterious words.

�Well,� she muttered eventually, �I am rather tired. It was an exciting day...�

David cupped her chin in his large hand and tilted her face up so that she was looking directly into his brown eyes. �Don�t look so worried, Sara,� he murmured gently. �This all may seem very new and daunting, but I promise you, you will be the best cared-for woman in all of Abbeyville. You are beautiful and charming, and I thank you for agreeing to become my wife. I will spend the rest of my life taking care of you, my darling.� He bent his head and kissed her, slowly but carefully.

At the pressure of his lips on hers, she felt a warm sensation spread through her body, and responded with an alacrity that surprised herself. All too soon, though, his mouth left hers.

�Good night, little wife,� he whispered.

�Good night, husband.�

Sara stared at the door for a long time after he had closed it behind him.
Margaret on 08/07/2014 01:44pm
Great read, worth a second and third read. The characters are well rounded and the scenes are brilliantly described. I would well recommend this book.
Margaret on 08/07/2014 01:44pm
Great read, worth a second and third read. The characters are well rounded and the scenes are brilliantly described. I would well recommend this book.
Sarah on 07/19/2014 10:31pm
A lovely story.
Sarah on 07/19/2014 10:31pm
A lovely story.
Laurel Lasky on 03/23/2014 08:02pm
I have begun to read more about age play. Sometimes it came be used as therapy for people who had traumatic childhoods. It can help the healing process. This vas a very different approach as the entire community is involved. I found it to be a good read.
Laurel Lasky on 03/23/2014 08:02pm
I have begun to read more about age play. Sometimes it came be used as therapy for people who had traumatic childhoods. It can help the healing process. This vas a very different approach as the entire community is involved. I found it to be a good read.
Larry on 03/05/2014 12:24pm
This was soo well written. The charters just jumped off the page you felt like Abbeyville was a reaL place and way of life that you the reader could join. :)
Larry on 03/05/2014 12:24pm
This was soo well written. The charters just jumped off the page you felt like Abbeyville was a reaL place and way of life that you the reader could join. :)
jeanped on 01/14/2014 10:17am
I liked this age play story a lot... The idea that there is a town, somewhere out there that has women that are treated like little girls is something difficult to wrap my head around... so I thought of it as a sci-fi story. Anyways, I liked the way David really loved Sara though I was not too pleased about how David & Stanley went out of their way to take Sara & Helen out expecting them to misbehave (of course you would freak out if you were made to eat escargot, if you have never seen or heard of escargot in your life!) so that they could spank them.
jeanped on 01/14/2014 10:17am
I liked this age play story a lot... The idea that there is a town, somewhere out there that has women that are treated like little girls is something difficult to wrap my head around... so I thought of it as a sci-fi story. Anyways, I liked the way David really loved Sara though I was not too pleased about how David & Stanley went out of their way to take Sara & Helen out expecting them to misbehave (of course you would freak out if you were made to eat escargot, if you have never seen or heard of escargot in your life!) so that they could spank them.
Carrie on 12/27/2013 03:06pm
Redundant in regards to the excessive spankings. Appalled at the semi starvation methods of discipline. Rather an abusive sort of age play story.
Carrie on 12/27/2013 03:06pm
Redundant in regards to the excessive spankings. Appalled at the semi starvation methods of discipline. Rather an abusive sort of age play story.
KArc on 11/04/2013 06:48am
This is a good age-play story. There are definitely some parts that are harder to deal with than others, like watching the adults eat, eating more bland food than the adults, and the abuse of some of the wives. I did like that some of the husbands got together to teach the abusive ones to be more respectful and caring.
KArc on 11/04/2013 06:48am
This is a good age-play story. There are definitely some parts that are harder to deal with than others, like watching the adults eat, eating more bland food than the adults, and the abuse of some of the wives. I did like that some of the husbands got together to teach the abusive ones to be more respectful and caring.
Star on 09/13/2013 03:18pm
This was an ok age plat story. However was surprised with the no food if your bad. Not that she was starved just used to other forms of punishments in age play
Star on 09/13/2013 03:18pm
This was an ok age plat story. However was surprised with the no food if your bad. Not that she was starved just used to other forms of punishments in age play
Karen on 09/12/2013 04:33pm
I read the original two story set and this updated single version is an improvement. It seems to flow much better. Very interesting premise of hold age-play community.
Karen on 09/12/2013 04:33pm
I read the original two story set and this updated single version is an improvement. It seems to flow much better. Very interesting premise of hold age-play community.
Maria on 05/23/2013 07:12am
Cool!
Maria on 05/23/2013 07:12am
Cool!
aw on 04/23/2013 04:26am
I read this and didn't like it I'm afraid. I hated that the nanny was in charge of Sara most of the time. I agree with Elisa above, why the cruelty with the food? Why aren't the girls told what they are to expect when married? I also found it confusing that some woman could opt not to marry and be nannies instead, but this option wasn't given to Sara, had she known what she was in for I'm sure she would have run a mile. She did make an escape attempt. I don't like the fact the woman aren't allowed to keep their children and their babies go to a nursery at 6 months. I know its fantasy but an unbelievable one. I'd like to have seen the girls rebel and try to escape. Also the talk of abuse of some of the wives, ie chains etc...This is supposed to remind us how lucky Sara is but it only makes me feel for the abused woman who nobody in the community helps. I won't read the next book, age play shouldn't be about abuse.
aw on 04/23/2013 04:26am
I read this and didn't like it I'm afraid. I hated that the nanny was in charge of Sara most of the time. I agree with Elisa above, why the cruelty with the food? Why aren't the girls told what they are to expect when married? I also found it confusing that some woman could opt not to marry and be nannies instead, but this option wasn't given to Sara, had she known what she was in for I'm sure she would have run a mile. She did make an escape attempt. I don't like the fact the woman aren't allowed to keep their children and their babies go to a nursery at 6 months. I know its fantasy but an unbelievable one. I'd like to have seen the girls rebel and try to escape. Also the talk of abuse of some of the wives, ie chains etc...This is supposed to remind us how lucky Sara is but it only makes me feel for the abused woman who nobody in the community helps. I won't read the next book, age play shouldn't be about abuse.
Dawn on 04/18/2013 07:09pm
Pebblesville by Tabitha Black put quite a unique twist on ageplay. Sara is a young woman who looks forward to her wedding day to David. She has no idea that the community they live in has a completely different view of marriage than she ever dreamed!
Dawn on 04/18/2013 07:09pm
Pebblesville by Tabitha Black put quite a unique twist on ageplay. Sara is a young woman who looks forward to her wedding day to David. She has no idea that the community they live in has a completely different view of marriage than she ever dreamed!
Elisa on 03/31/2013 11:47pm
This is not good and feels like a poor imitation of The Little Miss by C.Faulkner. Several things felt wrong including the adults eating rich meals of meat and delicacies while the daughters have to watch until they are finished and then are fed things like broth and bread. This felt like malnourishment and unnecessary cruelty. Punish with spankings, etc. not this semi-starvation. Why is she allowed alcohol at her wedding? Why are wives dressed as adults at weddings so the bride has no clue of what's to come? Seems inconsistent. Inconsistencies with the characters as well. Sara is told to obey in all things and not question, yet her papa asks her if he can take her again after they make love the first time. What? Either he's the dom or he's not. Why does he ask her to promise him she won't leave when he's supposedly the one in charge of her? Tons of very annoying points that make no sense. My advice is to read The Little Miss instead.
Elisa on 03/31/2013 11:47pm
This is not good and feels like a poor imitation of The Little Miss by C.Faulkner. Several things felt wrong including the adults eating rich meals of meat and delicacies while the daughters have to watch until they are finished and then are fed things like broth and bread. This felt like malnourishment and unnecessary cruelty. Punish with spankings, etc. not this semi-starvation. Why is she allowed alcohol at her wedding? Why are wives dressed as adults at weddings so the bride has no clue of what's to come? Seems inconsistent. Inconsistencies with the characters as well. Sara is told to obey in all things and not question, yet her papa asks her if he can take her again after they make love the first time. What? Either he's the dom or he's not. Why does he ask her to promise him she won't leave when he's supposedly the one in charge of her? Tons of very annoying points that make no sense. My advice is to read The Little Miss instead.
SH on 09/23/2012 10:35pm
This was an interesting age play story in that it involved an entire fantasy community. It was a little harsh at times but as long as I kept reminding myself it was fantasy I could enjoy it. Written well with a lot of detail.
SH on 09/23/2012 10:35pm
This was an interesting age play story in that it involved an entire fantasy community. It was a little harsh at times but as long as I kept reminding myself it was fantasy I could enjoy it. Written well with a lot of detail.
Alicia on 09/13/2012 08:35pm
This is a really good age play story in which all women are treated like little girls and loved and coddled and taught obedience one way or the other. Its fun to see Sari think she is going to finally be able to grow up and be an adult and then find out that if anything her life just got harder with even stricter rules and harsher punishments. This is definitly a fantasy but a very well written one.
Alicia on 09/13/2012 08:35pm
This is a really good age play story in which all women are treated like little girls and loved and coddled and taught obedience one way or the other. Its fun to see Sari think she is going to finally be able to grow up and be an adult and then find out that if anything her life just got harder with even stricter rules and harsher punishments. This is definitly a fantasy but a very well written one.
S on 07/17/2012 08:12pm
This was a very enjoyable story. It was interesting watching how the main character learned her fate as a wife--not what she anticipated! A few HOT scenes--how about the scene in the library reading the Bible--WHEW!!!
S on 07/17/2012 08:12pm
This was a very enjoyable story. It was interesting watching how the main character learned her fate as a wife--not what she anticipated! A few HOT scenes--how about the scene in the library reading the Bible--WHEW!!!
tonya on 06/19/2012 03:47pm
Disappointing.
tonya on 06/19/2012 03:47pm
Disappointing.
Rae Rae on 05/12/2012 10:33pm
This story isvery creative! it has a little less plotline than I would like, but all-in-all it is hot. I would have liked more detail in general.
Rae Rae on 05/12/2012 10:33pm
This story isvery creative! it has a little less plotline than I would like, but all-in-all it is hot. I would have liked more detail in general.
Magbeam on 05/12/2012 08:25pm
I loved the premise for this story! An entire community where ageplay is the norm and all of village society is organized around it is such an intriguing concept. I got sucked into it from the start. The notion of girls living in communal nurseries until the age of 18, when they then are taken by husbands, may strike some reviewers as a bit harsh or an unpleasant way to raise young children. My personal view is that it is just fantasy, and it fits the scenario of the community perfectly. If anything, I think the nursery scenes could have been portrayed more, to show more contrast between its setting and Sara’s married life in the community. I also do think Sara’s nursery upbringing should have been somewhat stricter in ‘reality’, but I’m willing to overlook it for the context of the story.
Magbeam on 05/12/2012 08:25pm
I loved the premise for this story! An entire community where ageplay is the norm and all of village society is organized around it is such an intriguing concept. I got sucked into it from the start. The notion of girls living in communal nurseries until the age of 18, when they then are taken by husbands, may strike some reviewers as a bit harsh or an unpleasant way to raise young children. My personal view is that it is just fantasy, and it fits the scenario of the community perfectly. If anything, I think the nursery scenes could have been portrayed more, to show more contrast between its setting and Sara۪s married life in the community. I also do think Sara۪s nursery upbringing should have been somewhat stricter in reality۪, but I۪m willing to overlook it for the context of the story.

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