Matty & Emma

by Pepper North

  Matty groaned as his Daddy removed his clothes. He knew that Emma was watching from her crib. The thought of her eyes on his body excited him even more. He was turned on by the touch of Jackson’s large hands even through his clothing. Matty clenched his fists, holding his arms stiffly at his sides as he tried to obey his Daddy’s directions. As he felt those warm hands run across his buttocks as his pants were pushed down, Matty arched his body toward his Daddy. “Please, let me touch you!” he begged in a low desperate voice.

  “Soon, Little boy. Just enjoy being Little. Let Daddy take care of his Little boy,” soothed Jackson as he knelt in front of Matty. Jackson pushed Matty’s boxer briefs to the ground revealing his erection as his pants puddled on the ground around his ankles. “What a beautiful Little boy you are,” Jackson praised as his eyes devoured the lean muscular body before him.

  Without turning around, Jackson scolded Emma, “No touching, Little girl. Your pleasure belongs to your Daddy now. Put your hands by your sides.”

  Matty’s eyes flew to Emma. Her pleated skirt was pushed up revealing pink panties that had been pushed to the side. Her fingers were pressed to her body. They were frozen in place at the reprimand. She slid her hands over her trembling thighs and pressed them to the mattress on either side of her. Matty met her eyes. The passion he saw made his breath catch. His Daddy drew his attention back to him.

  “Matty put your hands on my shoulders. Lift your right foot,” Jackson instructed in a gruff voice harshened by his arousal. He slipped Matty’s shoe, sock, and pants from his right side. “Now, the left. You’re a very good Little boy. A good Little boy might earn a reward from his Daddy. Jackson leaned in and kissed the top of Daniel’s right thigh running his tongue across the muscled groove lightly before standing. Matty’s low groan of pleasure made him smile. He turned Matty by the shoulders and pointed him toward the tub. “Climb in, Matty.”

  Jackson turned off the water as Matty climbed the steps at the end of the raised tub. He watched him settle into the warm water. Jackson added some floating toys into the tub. They bobbled happily in the water in front of Matty. “Play with your toys, Matty, while I undress Emma. She needs a bath, too.”

  Emma sat rigidly in her crib. She was so aroused by the scene that had just unfolded in front of her. When her Daddy looked her way, she blushed furiously. He had known without even looking back at her that she had begun to touch herself. She knew that it was her time now.

  “Come here, Emma,” Jackson said in a gentle voice. He watched her slid from the crib and hesitate when her feet touched the plush carpet. He gestured her toward him. “It’s okay, Emma. Come here, baby,” Jackson urged patiently.

  Emma took one step after another as she walked toward Jackson slowly. She heard the splash of the water in the tub and knew Matty was watching her now that it was her turn. As she reached him, Emma said in a low tone, “Daddy, I’m scared. I’m afraid to have you see me naked. I’m just really average. I’m nothing to see,”

  “My Little girl is perfect, Emma. You don’t have to be anything different than you are. Will you trust your Daddy and Matty? We were all matched together because we fit each other. You were aroused by watching me undress Matty. Have you looked at him? I know he’s not looking at you as average.” Jackson didn’t turn around. He had heard the splashing in the tub slow as Emma approached.

  Her eyes flew to the Little in the tub. Matty was staring at her. He deliberately raised his hands from under the water to rest on the sides of the tub away from his body. Emma blushed as she realized what he had been doing. She felt Jackson’s hands grip the bottom of her blouse. Her eyes returned to lock with Jackson. There was a question in his eyes. Emma hesitated and then nodded ‘yes.”

  Pulling the blouse over his Little girl’s head, Jackson enjoyed the view of her modest breasts in the pink lace bra. He helped her free her arms and pressed them to her sides when she would have covered herself. “Littles don’t hide from their Daddies, Emma.” He leaned in and reached around her to unfasten her bra. He kissed her pink lips lightly as a distraction as he freed her breasts. Jackson knelt in front of her and unbuttoned the side of her skirt allowing it to drop to the ground. Before she could protest, he lowered her matching pink panties.

  The sight of her clothes pooled at her feet, shocked Emma. She moved reflexively to pull her clothes back on her body. She felt Jackson press her body strongly into his chest to stop her. She locked her gaze with his brown eyes.

  “Make your decisions with your mind and your heart, Emma. You must decide whether you wish to be Little and let your Daddy take care of you. If you stay here, I will spank your bottom if you don’t follow directions,” Jackson explained patiently. He realized that Emma needed to rebel. It was her way of guarding herself. A thought struck him. “Emma, does your Little girl need a spanking from Daddy?”

  Her breath froze inside her chest. “I’m frightened. This is so scary. I know I want to be Little, but my adult brain keeps getting in the way.”

  “Do you need a spanking to send it away?” Jackson asked watching the flame of arousal in her eyes. Slowly, he watched her nod her head. Jackson moved, so one leg created a shelf for her to lay across. He pulled her arms down until she was balanced on her hands and toes over his thickly muscled thigh. Jackson quickly removed her skirt and panties.

  Matty whispered from the tub, “You are so beautiful, Emma.”

  While she was distracted by this, Jackson raised his hand and spanked her bottom sharply. Before she could react, he spanked her bottom again and again. “Emma, you let me know when you’re ready to be Little.” He did not spank her with force. She would earn a more painful spanking in the future when she misbehaved. Now, she just needed a push to relax into her Little. He did, however, want her to feel the burn as his spanks warmed her white bottom turning it pink quickly.

  “That’s enough,” she cried as she wiggled on his leg.

  “Tell your Daddy, when you’re Little,” Jackson replied patiently as he continued to pepper her bottom. Soon, he felt her relax over his knee. He lifted her, turning her body to sit on his thigh. Immediately, he felt the gush of arousal soak his trousers as she squirmed on her sore bottom. He pulled her into his arms and rocked her slowly. “Are you ready to get in the tub, Emma?” he asked a short time later.

  Her “Yes, Daddy,” went straight to his heart. He scooped her into his arms and stood. Placing her into the other side of the tub, Emma gasped as her red bottom touched the warm water filling the tub. She squirmed as she tried to make herself comfortable on the hard porcelain of the big tub. Jackson gathered Emma’s long blond hair in his hands and twisted the mass together on the top of her head. Using a large hair clip, he secured her hair out of the water so it would not get wet. His fingers brushing against Emma’s sensitive neck sent shivers down her spine. Jackson moved away from the tub to allow her to relax in the warm water. Jackson paused to capture this sight in his memory. He never wanted to forget this moment.

  Chapter 9

  “Here, Emma. You can play with the green fish,” Matty offered as he sent the floating toy over on a gentle swell of water. “I’m trying to make the red fish jump over the seahorse.” He indicated a bobbing toy between them. The tip of Matty’s penis stiffly pointed toward the surface of the water. His excitement at being undressed by his Daddy had only been magnified by watching Emma be undressed and then spanked. He tried to distract himself from the sight of Emma’s body revealed by the clear water.

  Emma laughed and captured the toy. She smiled at Matty. “Let’s see who can jump the best. I bet my green fish is better than yours.”

  Jackson let them play together for a little while. He picked up their discarded clothes and stowed them in the closet erasing any visual signs of their adult lives. He pulled out an oversized onesie for each of them. They were cleverly designed with snaps between the legs to allow for easy diaper changes. He placed the one with animated trucks on Matty’s crib along with a thick absorbent diaper.
The pink ballerina onesie was folded with a diaper on Emma’s.

  Jackson returned to the tub with two colorful washcloths. He set them on the edge of the tub between the two Littles. Picking up the blue washcloth, Jackson rubbed it over the creamy, white bar of soap. He began to wash Matty’s back with small whirls of the soft cloth. Jackson felt his tremors of arousal as Matty tried to keep playing. Rinsing his skin carefully, Jackson moved to wash his torso skimming down to stop at his waist where the water line began. Again, he removed the suds from his skin. “Close your eyes, Matty,” Jackson directed. He washed his face being careful to clean behind his ears.

  A splash from the other end of the tub let Jackson know that Emma was still trying to play. Her movements were erratic betraying her distraction. He washed Matty’s arms and hands carefully before laying them on the side of the tub. “Keep your hands here, Matty,” Jackson pressed his hands to the cold surface. Glancing over at Emma, he asked softly, “Do your hands need to rest on the sides of the tub too, Little girl?” Jackson and Matty watched her move her hands shakily from between her legs to grip the tub. Jackson nodded at her with a smile.

  He reached down to wash one of Matty’s leg carefully from his toes up to his thigh before turning his focus to the other leg. Jackson moved his thighs widely apart. He deliberately stroked the washcloth along the soap in his Little boy’s line of sight. Jackson lowered the cloth to begin rubbing the inside of his right thigh and then the left. Jackson ignored the movement of Matty’s pelvis as he lifted himself toward the cloth. He swirled the cloth over Matty’s testicles earning pleas to touch him from the Little boy. Finally, Jackson wrapped the long erection in the soapy cloth wrapping it around Matty’s penis and stroking it down to the base before raising it repeatedly. He waited until he heard Matty’s breath begin to change and he quickly ended his strokes. Jackson captured Matty’s hands as they reached for his penis. “Daddy get to decide when you feel pleasure. Up on your knees,” he urged with steel in his voice. “Lean over and put your hands on the wall. Spread your thighs.” This position exposed Matty’s dusky entrance. Jackson took his time stroking soap onto the washcloth while the lean Little shivered in anticipation of his next touch. He cleaned the tight buttocks in front of him. Sliding the cloth between Matty’s buttocks, he let the cloth flutter to the bottom of the tub.

  Matty shuddered as he felt the edge brush his leg. He knew what was coming next. He felt Jackson’s press against his back to hold him in place. A finger on the other hand touched his anus. Matty jumped as the nerve-rich opening clenched in reaction to the sting of the soap and the intimate touch. That finger began to press into his rectum with unrelenting determination. “Daddy!” Matty begged as the finger probed in deeply. A large hand gripped his penis firmly and began to stroke up and down with a quick, firm stroke. His Daddy timed these to coincide with the push and pull of the finger in his rectum as another joined the motion to stretch his anus. Matty clenched his hands against the cool tiles on the wall and tried to hold back the rising need to orgasm. He felt the warm breath on his shoulder before the lips pressed against his skin.

  “Come for Daddy,” Jackson urged. Immediately, he watched as Matty’s body bowed toward him and his penis exploded. When his aftershocks had eased, Jackson wrapped a big, thirsty towel around him and guided him to his crib. While Matty was recovering, Jackson wrapped the thick, diaper around his hips and pulled on the onesie. He leaned forward to kiss Matty. “Good Little boys always earn pleasure. How do you feel, Matty?”

  “Incredible, Daddy,” he said softly. “Is it Emma’s turn?”

  “Yes, Matty,” his Daddy replied.

  “Can I watch?” Matty asked in the low tune.

  “Not this time, Matty. Emma needs to have a little time to adjust. Do you understand?” Jackson asked. He smiled broadly as Matty nodded. “Thank you, Matty,” he complimented as he kissed Matty’s lips softly. “You play in your crib,” Jackson added raising the crib railing to hold Matty safely inside.

  Chapter 10

  When Jackson returned to the tub, Emma was sitting straight up clutching the two tub toys shaped like a fish in her hands. Her eyes were hooded, and her face had softened with desire. “What a good Little girl you are, Emma!” Jackson praised her. “I know it was exciting to see Matty enjoy getting clean. Are you ready for your turn?” he asked warmly.

  Color flooded her face and swept across her chest. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered huskily.

  “Good girl,” Jackson kissed the top of her head as he leaned forward to pick up the bar of soap. Choosing a new washcloth, Jackson dipped it in the water and wrung it out before lightly rubbing it against the soap. “Let’s get all this big girl makeup off your pretty face,” he said as he gently washed her face wiping away her eye makeup and foundation. Her light, natural skin gleamed with the shimmer of water. “You look so much better, sunshine. Little girls don’t need to put makeup on when they are Little. Will you just be yourself when you’re with Daddy and Matty?” he asked softly as he rinsed the last vestiges of the makeup from her face.

  Emma nodded her head eagerly. She didn’t care if she ever wore makeup again. She wanted to please her Daddy.

  “You are such a good Little girl. Now, just let Daddy give you a bath. Relax, sunshine,” he instructed as he began to brush the soapy washcloth down her neck to her shoulders. Jackson moved the washcloth to brush over her back and down to the top of her reddened buttocks.

  “Why are you calling me sunshine, Daddy?” Emma asked trying to resist the arousal he was building in her just by his tender touch.

  “Daddies always have special names for those who are close to his heart. Sometimes this special name develops very quickly. I call you sunshine because of your shiny blond hair. When you’re Little for Daddy, your light shines from inside. Will you be your Daddy’s sunshine?” he asked as he washed her right arm.

  “Yes, Daddy. I like being Little for you,” Emma said with a smile.

  Jackson rewarded her with a light kiss on her lips. He lifted his head before she could give him extra kisses. Jackson ignored her moan of protest as he washed her left arm. Picking up the soap, Jackson again made a big production of stroking the pink washcloth against the bar. Setting it down, he began to wash down the center of her chest allowing the cloth to brush the sides of her swelling breasts. Her nipples were beaded tightly and topped generous mounds of soft breasts. His Little girl wasn’t an A cup as his previous Little girls had been. He would need to dress her in a snug undershirt to support her breasts around the house. Little girls never wore a bra at home or when playing with other Littles. Bras were only for adults.

  Emma leaned back slightly to arch her body toward her Daddy. She felt the washcloth brush over her right breast, and she closed her eyes as the sensations grew. Way too soon, Emma felt water splash gently over her chest as he washed the soap from her body. She opened her eyes to protest the end of his caresses. Emma was transfixed by the sight of her Daddy soaping the washcloth once again.

  He started with her toes and then, slowly up to the top of her thighs. Jackson enjoyed her muffled moans as she tried to be quiet when the washcloth touched her inner thighs and brushed her outer labia. He leaned in to kiss the curve of her neck. “Let Daddy hear you, Emma. I need to know how you feel,” he instructed her softly before repeating his attentions to her other leg. Jackson held the washcloth at the top of her thighs. He pressed against each thigh. “Spread your legs for Daddy. I need to make sure you’re clean.”

  She felt herself shiver as she automatically followed his directions. Her mind was overwhelmed. One part of her protested her submission to being undressed, spanked, and now bathed, within hours of meeting her Daddy. She pushed the warnings away. This felt so right. She knew she was supposed to be here.

  “That’s right, sunshine. You’re supposed to be here with Daddy and Matty.” Jackson knew she had not meant air her worries, but he was glad to know that her inner voice was reassuring her. He would work to reass
ure her. Jackson wanted his Little girl to be completely relaxed and confident in her new relationship. He began to brush her inner folds with the nubby cloth. He was elated to feel the slick fluid gathered between her legs. His sunshine was very aroused. Jackson dropped the cloth and began to explore her folds with his long fingers. He teased her opening with one fingertip first dipping lightly into her vagina before gradually pressing deeply into her tight warmth. He rotated his thumb to brush her clitoris evoking low moans as her hips began to rise toward his fingers. He removed his fingers just as he felt her body gather itself to launch into her pleasure.

  “Daddy! Daddy, no! Touch me, please,” Emma’s green eyes were darkened with arousal. She pleaded with him, “Please let me come!”

  Jackson schooled his face into a serious look. His ability to not give away his own arousal was tested when Matty said in a low growly voice, “Daddy, please let me out. I want to see Emma. Please!” He heard him rattle the bars of the crib. “Matty, it’s Emma’s bath time. Play in your crib. It will be time to get out soon,” he promised pleased with his even tone. “Emma, there will be time for pleasure later. Turn around to face the tile and stand up on your knees. You remember Matty’s position with his hands against the tile,” Jackson smiled as he heard the groan from Matty as the Little remembered the final steps of his bath. Emma lifted her body into position and looked back over her shoulder to see Jackson deliberately soaping her pink washcloth again. “Face the tile, sunshine,” he instructed patiently. He waited until she rested her forehead against the tile before he washed over her full buttocks. He watched her muscles jerk in reaction to his cleansing strokes. When he pulled her buttocks apart to expose her tightly clenched anus fully, Emma moaned long and low. Again, Jackson allowed the washcloth to brush her leg as it drifted to the bottom of the tub. He pressed his soapy index finger to her dusky entrance and began to push.