Looking After Lindy

by Pepper North

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Come see what you can do while I’m cooking. There’s an area just for you to play where Daddy can keep an eye on you.” He led her to a play area with a big toy bin.

  Lindy ran forward and dropped to her knees in front of the toy bin. She looked back at Josiah for permission. When he nodded, she opened the box and looked eagerly inside before pulling out a plush black cat. She looked at it carefully before squeezing it tightly against her chest. Lindy peeked back at Josiah to see if he thought she was silly.

  “Did you find a new friend, princess? That black cat has been very lonely. What are you going to call him?” he asked with a smile.

  “Coco,” she immediately said. “SHE’s a very pretty kitty.” Her emphasis on that one word made him smile even wider.

  “Of course. I’m sorry, Coco. I should have known you were a girl,” Josiah said.

  Holding the cat to her chest with one hand, Lindy leaned forward into the chest to see what else was inside. Her t-shirt dress pulled up over those pink panties. She oohed and aahed over several things in the chest. Settling down on that thin pink fabric, she began to play. Soon, Josiah saw her start to wiggle. They had been in the SUV for several hours in a row. He knew his Little girl needed to potty.

  “Princess, come with me, please.” He held out a hand for her to join him. When she hesitated and looked at Coco, he continued. “Coco should come, too.”

  Happy, Lindy bounced to her feet and then froze in place. She squeezed her thighs together and looked at Josiah desperately. “I have to use the bathroom, D. Where is it?”

  “Little girls don’t use a bathroom. Come with me.” He reached his hand out again and smiled reassuringly. When she took his hand, Josiah led Lindy down the hallway to a closed door. “Let me show you your nursery, princess.” He opened the door and walked into the beautiful room.

  Peeking in the room with her hand clutching at the front of her t-shirt, Lindy’s mouth gaped open. She shuffled into the room and turned around in a circle. “It’s beautiful.” Her eyes didn’t know what to focus on first.

  The room was painted a pale pink and white. In one corner, a white crib stood. Its curving lines were ornately beautiful, and the fluffy bedding beckoned her. She’d never seen a crib so large. It was made for an adult. It was made for her.

  The urgent call of her bladder distracted her from her inspection of the crib. “I really need to find the bathroom,” she said, starting to walk from the room.

  “Little girls don’t use an adult bathroom, princess. Little girls use their diapers, or in an urgent case like now when you’re not wearing a diaper, they get to use the potty chair.” He walked over to a wooden chair that looked like a regular piece of furniture. Then, he removed the center piece of the seat to reveal a large-sized potty.

  Unable to wait any longer, Lindy set Coco carefully down on the floor before racing forward and pulling her pink panties down to her calves as she whirled around to sit on the seat. Immediately, she lost control, and the sound of urine hitting an internal container filled the air. Lindy’s cheeks turned bright red. She peeked up at Josiah and asked, “Could you step outside, please?”

  “No, princess. Daddies take care of all their Little girls’ needs.” He walked to the large, raised tub next to the potty chair and turned on the water. The sound of the running water covered the noises from the potty chair. Lindy sagged with relief as she relaxed her muscles to go freely.

  Josiah walked to a large, flat table and opened one of the drawers under the padded surface. He pulled out a cheerful yellow nightie and held it up, checking it for size. His princess was very petite. He would need to order more clothes that would fit better. Until they arrived, she could wear baggy clothes. He folded the nightie on a corner of the padded top. One last task to prepare. Josiah spread a small towel over the bottom of the changing table before turning to smile at the enchanting view of his Little girl on the potty.

  He returned to Lindy’s side and rubbed her back. “Are you finished?” he asked softly. She nodded, looking at her feet. Josiah lifted her to her feet and wiped carefully between her thighs. He knelt at her feet to help her step out of her shoes and those pink panties.

  Looking up at her bowed head, Josiah said softly, “Little girls are the bravest people I know. It’s hard to let someone else be in control. But they realize how happy their Daddies are when they get to take care of all their needs. Do you want me to be happy, princess?”

  His Little girl crouched down beside him and snuggled into his arms. She whispered into his ear, “I want you to be happy.”

  “And I want you to be happy too, princess. Will you let me try to make you happy?” he asked, squeezing her to his chest. When she nodded against his shoulder, he kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Lindy.” He moved back a bit to reach for the bottom of her shirt and began to remove it. Her hands moved to hold on to the hem of the shirt.

  “Lindy, your bottom is sore enough now. Don’t make Daddy spank you again today,” he warned in a stern voice.

  She hesitated for several seconds and then nodded. She allowed Josiah to pull the man-sized t-shirt over her head. His hands slid around her back to release her bra. Those warm hands cupped her small breasts briefly as they eased the cups from her flesh and swept the fabric away. Standing there completely undressed in the bright, cheery nursery, Lindy felt very exposed. She struggled to keep her hands at her sides instead of shielding her body from his view.

  She jumped slightly as she felt Josiah’s hands smoothing over her head, and she realized he was fixing her hair that had been scattered from removing the t-shirt. When he leaned in to kiss her forehead, she relaxed slightly. He really was taking care of her.

  “Ready to get in the tub, princess?” Josiah asked softly.

  “Yes, D.”

  He swept her off her feet and carried her to the tub. Josiah tested the temperature of the water before lowering her toes into the tub. “My Little girl is going to feel so much better when she has a chance to soak a bit.” He turned off the water and picked up a basket of tub toys. Lindy peeked over the rim of the basket as he scattered a few toys in the water.

  When he turned to replace the basket, Lindy pointed inside curiously and asked, “What are those?”

  “Those are tub crayons. You can draw on the sides of the tub or on your skin. Would you like to play with those?” he asked, holding out a small plastic bucket of crayons. He chuckled at her eagerness as she nodded enthusiastically. “Crayons it is!” He set the bucket on the rim of the tub and put the basket back in its spot on the carpet. Turning back around, he found Lindy had already selected the pink crayon. She was involved in drawing a flower on the side of the tub.

  “Wow, princess!” Josiah was impressed by her artwork. For something drawn with a chunky tub crayon, it was beautiful and intricate. He picked up the green crayon and began drawing a tree to decorate her garden. Together, they created an ornate mural along one side of the tub. Josiah was pleased to see Lindy lose her embarrassment at being naked in the tub. She was too involved in drawing. I need to get some more coloring books.

  A scratching sensation on his forearm brought his attention back from his mental shopping list to his Little girl. Looking down, Josiah smiled to see that his skin had become the new canvas for her artistry. Josiah picked up a red crayon and drew a heart in between Lindy’s breasts. The small, rosy tips of her breasts beaded immediately at the touch of his crayon. He picked up another crayon to draw lines out from her nipples in a starry pattern. He covered his smile as she leaned back to allow him better access to her skin.

  Eventually, he ran out of canvas and had scattered decorations over her body. Josiah picked up a washcloth and began to clean her skin. He started with her face to make sure he didn’t get any soap in her eyes. The crayon marks became sudsy with a few strokes of the cloth. The new Daddy had a wonderful time making sure her skin was thoroughly cleaned and rinsed.

  When he moved to wash her legs,
Lindy jumped and pushed his hand away. Her face blushed pink. “I haven’t shaved my legs in days. Sorry!” She pressed her legs under the now cloudy water.

  “Perfect. Little girls don’t use a razor. Daddies don’t care if they have hair on their legs.” He was quiet as he washed her legs and toes then rubbed his Little girl’s feet until she lay back against the tub wall once again. When he set both feet back into the water to rinse off the soap, Josiah ran his hands lightly up the sides of her legs to her hips.

  “Little girls do need to be hair-free here,” he said, moving his hands to meet at the small mound at the vee between her thighs. “Daddy will shave this off when you’re finished in your bath.”

  She nodded seriously, and her cheeks blushed as his hands moved her thighs apart and he began rubbing the nubby cloth against her hidden folds. The cloth repeatedly brushed against her, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. One hand reached under the small of her back to lift her slightly. Her Daddy lowered the washcloth to clean between her trim buttocks.

  There was a flutter of fabric between her thighs, and she felt his fingers against her skin. Lindy realized the washcloth had drifted to the bottom of the tub, and his fingers traced around her tightly clenched anus. The tip of his finger pressed against her opening, and Lindy’s breath caught in her throat. This nerve-rich area had never been stimulated by her past lovers. Lindy started to protest. “D…”

  “Daddy is in charge, princess.

  She closed her eyes. His touch and gentle presses against this forbidden spot sent shivers through her body. She didn’t want to admit she enjoyed his invasion, but her body gushed its arousal into the water of the tub. He is in charge. He will touch me as he wishes. Oh, please don’t stop! Already this man knew how to play her body like a beautiful instrument. She made the definitive decision that she would surrender to his care. No one’s here. It’s just Daddy and me. Her need to call him D evaporated. He was Daddy. When she felt that finger slide away, she melted against the tub once again with silent regret.

  Strong arms lifted her body from the water. Setting her on a thick mat, Josiah wrapped her in a towel and gently rubbed the water from her body. When she was dry, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to that strange piece of furniture she had noticed before. Placing her softly on the padded top with her bottom on the towel, Josiah wrapped a thick strap around her waist, murmuring that he didn’t want her to fall off. He opened a drawer below her and removed an electric shaver. Plugging it in quickly, he laid it down to spread her legs.

  Josiah looked down at his beautiful Little girl stretched out on the changing table. “Hold still for Daddy. I’m going to remove your big girl hair. Little girls don’t need these curls.” He turned on the shaver and began to trim away her sparse pubic hair. As her smooth mound was revealed, Lindy began to squirm in embarrassment. “Hold still, Lindy,” he repeated. The iron in his tone made her freeze in place. “Good girl,” he praised her as he bared her mound completely.

  He brushed the trimmed hair from her skin onto the towel below her. “Just a little more to trim,” he said, releasing the wide strap slightly to roll her over on her tummy. He tightened the strap to hold her place once again before turning the shaver back on.

  Lindy turned her head quickly to the side, looking back at him in surprise. She felt his hands pull one of her small buttocks to the side, revealing that hidden entrance he’d explored so briefly. “What…?” The touch of the trimmer against the inner edge of her buttock made her buck away from his hand.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! His heavy hand landed three solid spanks on her still slightly pink bottom. He stopped as she froze in place. “You need to hold still, Lindy. I don’t want to hurt you.” Again, he pulled her buttocks apart and continued to erase the small line of hair that followed the inner edge of her bottom. When he finished, he pulled a diaper wipe from the dispenser and made sure that all the small wisps of hair had been wiped away.

  Unscrewing the lid on a jar of lubricant, Josiah smiled at Lindy’s furtive attempts to see what he was doing as she held still on the changing table. He opened the drawer once again. Rattling a few items deliberately inside the drawer, he pulled out a special thermometer. It was made for Littles. Thick and long, it would fully penetrate deep into his Little girl’s bottom to take her temperature very accurately. He scooped up a generous fingerful of lubricant and separated her buttocks once again. Quickly, he pressed his lubricated finger to her tightly closed entrance.

  “Nooooooo!” she wailed.

  Josiah was pleased to see that she lay still on the table. She had learned her lesson. “Shhhh! Princess.” His finger breached the opening and slid slowly into her rectum.

  “Daddy, Daddy, no!” Lindy desperately chanted. She’d never had anything placed into her bottom. His finger continued to invade her slowly until his other fingers rested against her bottom. His finger didn’t move. She anxiously tried not to wiggle. “Please, Daddy. Take it out.”

  “Who’s in charge, Lindy?” his deep voice censored her.

  Several seconds passed before Lindy answered softly, “Daddy is in charge.”

  “Good girl. Daddy is always in charge.” Josiah began to move his finger slowly in and out to spread the lubricant thoroughly. He loved the way her body responded with shivers and contractions around his finger. Josiah was very pleased with his Little girl. She was very sensitive and responsive here. He mentally added an anal stretching kit to his list of things to order. He knew that they both would enjoy training this receptive channel to accept his penis. As he withdrew his finger, he noticed Lindy’s inner thighs shone with slick arousal fluid.

  Before she could retighten her muscles, Josiah dipped the thermometer in the lubricant and pressed it to her anus. She bucked her head back in surprise, but her lower body held perfectly still. He put a hand on the small of Lindy’s back to help hold her steady as he inserted the thermometer fully into her bottom. “I will check your temperature often. I need to know whether you are healthy or getting sick.”

  “I could hold the thermometer in my mouth,” she said, urgently trying to convince him.

  “Little girls always have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. It’s the best way,” he firmly answered, cutting off any other complaints.

  “Can you take it out now?” she asked a short while later as Josiah adjusted the thermometer in her bottom.

  Josiah twisted and twirled the thermometer inside her. “Ten minutes, princess.” He smiled as she dropped her forehead down to rest on her hands. Finally, it was time to remove the instrument. He pulled it out very slowly and teased the sensitive entrance with the rounded tip. He cleaned and replaced the thermometer in the drawer.

  Releasing the strap, he helped the relieved Little girl turn over. When she tried to sit up, Josiah pressed a firm hand on her tummy to keep her prone. “Almost done, princess.” Holding her in place, he leaned forward to retrieve a diaper from the bottom shelf. Again, it would be large on her small frame, but it would work until smaller ones arrived.

  As he stood with the diaper in his hand, her eyes widened. “I don’t need that,” she protested loudly.

  “Little girls wear a diaper,” was his simple answer. He captured her ankles in one hand and lifted her legs straight up to raise her bottom. Taking advantage of her surprise, he slid the diaper under her hips.

  Lindy started to struggle. This position was so baby-like. He controlled her entirely with her bottom raised off the table and her weight shifted to her upper back and shoulders.

  “Lindy, do you remember the punishment for disobeying Daddy?” he asked in his low, gruff voice. She stilled immediately as she tried to avoid any more spankings. “Good girl.” Josiah quickly lowered her hips to the diaper and skillfully wrapped it around her slim body as tightly as possible. He helped her sit up on her padded bottom and slipped the bright yellow nightie over her head, then helped her thread her arms into the garment before lifting her from the table to stand on her fe
et. She wiggled her hips, feeling the diaper wrapped around her, and helped shimmy the nightie down to her knees.

  The nightgown was so soft. Lindy was distracted by the bright gown. She smoothed her hands over it and lifted the front slightly to rub her face against the fluffy fabric. The sight of Coco lying abandoned on the floor made her take several quick steps toward her new stuffie. She stopped and pressed a hand across the front of her diaper. It felt thick between her legs. She knew she was waddling slightly as she walked.

  Lindy turned back to look at her Daddy. When he nodded at her encouragingly, she took small, slower steps to reach her new friend. Lindy scooped up Coco and turned to find Josiah walking toward her. She smiled when he lifted her into his arms. Tilting her head up to her Daddy, she pursed her lips. Her eyes closed with delight as he pulled her closer and devoured her lips. Her body responded to his so quickly. Lindy knew what they had was very special.

  Chapter 13

  Josiah raised his head reluctantly. His Little girl tasted so sweet. His tongue swept over his lips automatically as his body tried to savor every bit of her flavor. “I need to feed you, princess. No more kisses until your tummy is full.”

  Her bottom lip jutted out at his words. Surprised at how quickly she adopted the mannerisms of a young girl, Lindy dropped her head to rest on his shoulder as she tried to figure herself out. Have I always had this Little side and just smothered it down where no one would ever suspect it? Lindy realized that most of the time she didn’t do what she really wanted to do—she did what the world expected: act like a boring adult. What if I can really live my life doing the things I love with this handsome man who takes such good care of me?

  “You’re thinking very hard, princess,” Josiah observed as he reached the kitchen. He gave his precious armful a squeeze before he moved an adult-sized high chair from the side of the room to the table. Wiping the dust from the seat first, Josiah set his Little girl on the wooden chair. “How about if Coco sits in her own chair?” he asked. When Lindy lifted the black cat to Josiah, he took her carefully and placed her in the chair next to Lindy.