by Pepper North
“Is this a nursery?” she asked as her eyes landed on a variety of oversized pieces of baby furniture.
“It is the nursery I put together for my Little girl. What do you think?” he softly asked as he ran comforting hands up and down her arms. He was glad he’d called his housekeeper from the office earlier to have her refresh the room and have it ready to welcome his Little girl now that he’d found her.
“Some other Little girl lived here before?” she asked sharply. He could tell from her expression and tone that she didn’t like being reminded that other Little girls had been in his life before they had met.
“No, sweetheart. My other Little girls all lived in a different state. I donated the furniture I had then in the nursery to a young man who had just found his Little girl. This room I created from scratch hoping I would find my forever Little girl.” He felt her relax with this reassurance and slowly began to rock her as she melted against him. Gently, he rotated her body to lie in his arms across his lap. Sitting quietly, Jeremy watched her eyes flitter around the room before looking up at him.
“I think this room is very pretty,” she complimented.
“I’m glad, Shelby.” He brushed her brown hair away from her face. “I hope to convince you to stay here when you’re ready to be my Little girl full time.”
She nodded carefully before her eyes began to flutter closed. As she began to drift to sleep, she asked the question that had been on her mind all day. “Some Little girls have two Daddies, don’t they? My dreams always had two. Is that weird?” she mumbled, almost asleep. She tried so hard to stay awake to hear his answer, but she couldn’t. Eventually, her lashes came to rest, closing her eyes.
Jeremy rocked her for a long time, enjoying the feel of his Little girl on his lap. Her words had rocked him. There were Little girls who needed two Daddies to be happy. What if Shelby needed another Daddy? Could he be strong enough to share her? His thoughts raced around his head as he held her sweet body in his arms. Brushing her hair from her pretty face, Jeremy knew her needs would always be more important than his selfish desires to keep her to himself. He made a silent promise to himself and Shelby that he would always put her happiness first.
Finally, not wishing to wake her, Jeremy stood carefully and walked over to the crib. He placed her gently on the soft mattress and covered her with a cuddly pink blanket. Tiptoeing to the door, he stopped to turn back toward the crib, pausing to enjoy the sight of his Little girl. He’d searched and waited to find her for so long. He was committed to her now. With a smile on his face, he turned to leave the room. He just needed to figure out how to help her decide to stay with him.
Chapter 5
Pushing herself up on one elbow, Shelby sleepily rubbed her eyes as she struggled to remember where she was. She looked around the room then pushed herself up to sit on the soft surface as the events of the day came flooding back. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to think about whether she should give her excuses and get away or if she wanted to stay. Staying would require that she be brave. It was easier to run away. She’d dreamed for so long about having a Daddy to take care of her like in those amazing books she had read over and over. Could she live her fantasy?
Shelby didn’t know how long she sat trying to decide what she should do. Finally, she decided she wasn’t going to run. Running would get her nowhere. She had a chance to be happier than she’d ever thought she could be. She didn’t know how she knew she could trust Jeremy, but she did.
Her decision made, Shelby pushed her second thoughts from her mind as she scooted to the edge of the mattress and looked over at the floor. It was a long way down. Moving gingerly to avoid banging her sore knee on anything, Shelby rolled over to lie on her tummy as she shimmied her legs down toward the floor. Pushing off the top of the bed, she jumped down the last few inches to land on her toes. Doing a little dance to celebrate successfully getting out of bed, Shelby tried not to laugh as she imagined how silly she must look in her underwear as she danced with a slight limp. She clamped both hands over her mouth to muffle the sound of her giggles.
When she was breathing calmly again, Shelby decided to explore the nursery while she was alone. She wandered over to the dresser that stood close to the crib. Opening one drawer slowly to avoid tattletale squeaks, Shelby peeked inside. There were a bunch of stretchy leggings and tee shirts. She looked through several sets before she found one that had cute kittens all over the pants. She pulled the leggings out and held them up to her body. They were so stretchy that they would fit several body shapes. Decision made, Shelby sat on the floor to thread her feet through the leggings before standing back up and pulling the pants over her purple underwear.
Happy to be wearing pants, Shelby took giant, stretchy-pant steps over to the next piece of furniture. Standing in front of the changing table, she froze in place as she looked at the diapers stacked under the table. They were all pretty pastel colors with baby cartoon animals on the colorful bands around the waist. In her books, the Daddies always required their Little girls to use their diapers. Suddenly, Shelby needed to use the bathroom badly. She crossed her legs and tried to convince herself that she really didn’t need to go. That didn’t last very long. She danced in place. She needed to find a bathroom, now.
Shelby walked quickly to the door and looked both directions to decide which way to go. Remembering the big bathroom off Jeremy’s bedroom, she dashed across the hall and into the big bedroom. Rushing into the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks as the shower door opened and a very large, very nude Jeremy Andrews stepped out in front of her. Shelby slapped her hands over her eyes.
“I’m so sorry. I just needed to go to the bathroom and remembered there was a toilet in here. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I didn’t see anything, I promise,” she lied as her face turned red under her hands.
A low chuckle was her only answer. Shelby peeked through her fingers, trying to keep her eyes on Jeremy’s smiling face, but her treacherous eyes kept sinking lower. Her mind took a mental picture of his wide shoulders and muscular chest… and chiseled abs.
“What do you do to work out?” burst from her lips before she could stop the words. Her hands moved from over her eyes to cover her mouth. Then, she realized she could see him again. Shelby snapped her eyes closed… after her mind had taken a picture of his impressive lower half as well.
She heard a rustle of fabric, and then she felt Jeremy’s hand cup her face. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve wrapped a towel around my waist. Let’s get you to the toilet.”
Immediately, her eyes opened as she started dancing again at the reminder that she needed to pee. His hands on her shoulders gently turned her around and guided her to the toilet. To her embarrassment, he reached under her tee shirt to pull down her stretchy pants and underwear.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” he instructed.
Unable to wait a moment more, Shelby dropped to the toilet, and urine burst from her body. She pulled the bottom of her tee shirt over her knees as her face flamed red. He wasn’t going to stay there and watch, was he? she thought furiously. She raised her eyes to meet his after several seconds.
“Little girls should wear diapers, Shelby. When you finish, Daddy will wipe you. Then we’ll go put a diaper on your bottom,” he said without any semblance of willingness to negotiate whether she’d wear a diaper or not.
“I’ve never worn a diaper, Jeremy,” she whispered.
“You’ve never slept in a crib, either. My Little girl took a very good nap,” he stated easily.
Shelby nodded. “I love the nursery. I’d like to play with the toys,” she confessed.
Gathering a wad of toilet paper, Jeremy waved her up from the toilet. He reached between her legs and wiped the urine from her skin. Tossing the damp tissue into the toilet, he reached around her and flushed it. Holding her eyes, he ruffled the brown curls at the V between her legs. “Little girls don’t need these curls. Daddy will remove this soon,” he informed her s
oftly.
Unable to look away from his deep brown eyes, Shelby nodded as he leaned down to pull up her underwear and kitten pants.
When he stood, he wrapped his arms around her for a quick hug. Taking her hand, Jeremy tugged her gently back into the bedroom. “Sit on the bed for a minute, Little girl. Daddy will pull on some clothes, and then, we’ll go get you dressed as a Little girl should be.”
He lifted her up and playfully plopped her on the big bed, making sure her legs would dangle over the side without touching the ground. He dropped his towel to the floor as he stepped over to the dresser.
With her eyes glued to the tanned skin over the strong muscles in his ass, Shelby tried to convince herself to look away for several seconds. Muttering, “Like I’m going to do that,” she turned pink again as Jeremy turned to look at her with one raised eyebrow. She was sure he could read her mind.
She smiled at him, trying to look nonchalant as he pulled on a pair of athletic shorts. “Aren’t you going to wear underwear?” she curiously asked before she could stop the words.
“No, Little girl,” he chuckled as he opened another drawer to pull out a gray tee shirt. Once fully dressed, Jeremy walked over to Shelby to pick her up in his arms. She struggled briefly to get down but immediately stopped when he spanked her bottom with a heavy hand. He carried her to the nursery and set her on the changing table. “Shelby, somehow I know you are meant to be my Little girl. Even though you’ve fantasized about being a Little girl, there are a lot of things you’ll need to adjust to as you begin living as a Little. It’s my job as your Daddy to take care of you and guide you as you learn to be Little. It’s your job to let me take care of you,” he explained.
“I’m going to lay you down on your back on this changing table. I’ll pull your leggings and underwear off your body so I can take off your big girl panties and replace them with your diaper. Whenever you come to play at Daddy’s, you’ll need to wear and use a diaper because that’s what Little girls do. Here you get to be Little. It will be embarrassing for a while, but soon you’ll look forward to Daddy taking care of you completely.”
While he talked, he helped her lie down, and he pulled her pants from her body. Reaching for a medium-sized diaper, Jeremy continued to speak steadily to her as a distraction. Before too long, he had diapered her and pulled the stretchy kitten leggings back into place. He lifted her gently to set her on her feet. “Let’s play with the toys in your toy chest.”
With a smile, she ran to the toys and sat down in front of the chest. She wiggled a bit as the diaper rustled around her hips, but she allowed herself to be distracted. When Jeremy opened the top for her, revealing all the toys, Shelby immediately picked up a stuffed bear. Holding it close to her heart, she rocked slowly from side to side, loving the stuffie. As Jeremy tried to tempt her with other toys, she built crazy animals with the interlocking bricks and smiled at several other games and toys. The stuffed bear remained in her arms the whole time.
“What are you going to call your bear, sweetheart?” Jeremy asked, smiling at the picture of his beautiful Little girl cuddling the fuzzy bear.
“Mr. Paws,” she said without hesitation.
Chapter 6
Sunday morning, Shelby woke up in her full-sized bed – alone. Jeremy had brought her back to her lonely apartment at eight PM. He accompanied her to the door and kissed her on the forehead before sending her inside alone. He had stood in the hallway until he heard her lock the door and put on the safety chain.
Shelby had pressed her eye against the peephole and whispered, “Goodnight, Daddy.” She knew he couldn’t hear her, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw him blow a kiss before he turned to leave.
She had leaned against the locked door and looked around her apartment. It was relatively clean, but small piles of stuff cluttered the space. It looked lived in, but there was no real life contained in the apartment. She wandered into her bedroom and couldn’t resist comparing it negatively to the beautiful nursery at Jeremy’s. “My nursery,” she corrected herself.
Shelby slowly pulled off her clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket. Jeremy had insisted on bringing her back to her apartment early so she could take a bath and be in bed early. When she got to the diaper he had wrapped around her body, she ran her hands over the crinkly material. She had read all her stories about Little girls who struggled so hard not to use their diapers. Shelby deliberately loosened her muscles to allow herself to empty her bladder into the diaper. It was hard to start, but she felt almost liberated as she peed into the thick padding. Nothing leaked through. It actually worked. That relieved her worry that she would make a mess. The diaper absorbed everything.
Pushing the heavy diaper to her ankles, she carried it into the bathroom to drop in her trashcan. Shelby started the water running into the bathtub, which looked so lonely. Jeremy’s tub in his bathroom had been big enough for two, and bath toys lined one side of the tub just waiting for someone to play with them. She didn’t have any toys—not even a rubber ducky.
With each step she took toward being Little, Shelby felt her fantasies morphing into reality. She’d found a Daddy. Okay, she’d always dreamed about having two Daddies, but Jeremy would make a wonderful Daddy. “Maybe he’d be better than two?” she tried to convince herself. Following her Daddy’s directions, she peeled the bandage off her wound. Peeking at it, she winced. “No more jumping from swings,” she told herself.
She stepped into the tub and lowered herself into the warm water. The open wound made her hiss with discomfort at first, but it felt better all the time as it soaked in the warm water. Lying back against the tub’s porcelain surface, Shelby let her muscles relax. After a little time, she forced herself to rub the fragrant bar of soap over her skin to get clean before rinsing herself in the now cloudy water. Standing, Shelby allowed herself to recall her Daddy’s body as he stepped from the shower. Her face flamed red even when no one was there to eavesdrop on her memories.
She knew her Daddy would be unhappy if she touched herself. Shelby forced herself out of the tub. Drying off, she put on her nightshirt, skipping her usual ritual of smoothing lotion over her body. She was afraid that if she touched herself even innocently, she wouldn’t be able to stop. After brushing her teeth furiously as she tried to distract her mind and body with different sensations, she treated her skinned knee with the antibiotic ointment and a big bandage Jeremy had given her after walking her to the door of her apartment.
Sliding in between the cool sheets, Shelby tried to force her body to go to sleep. Thirty minutes of tossing and turning later, Shelby thought of a way to calm her body’s arousal. She knew Jeremy would not wish her to touch her body. What if she wasn’t the one doing the touching?
Eagerly opening her bedside drawer, Shelby pulled out her thin vibrator. She threw back the covers and spread her legs eagerly. Careful not to touch the wetness gathering between her legs, Shelby pressed the vibrator to her body. She brushed the rounded tip to her clitoris, unable to tease herself and delay her satisfaction. Her hips arched up to meet the buzzing wand as her desire increased exponentially with the vibration. Within minutes, her body contracted in a massive orgasm that took her breath.
Unable to resist the lure of further pleasuring herself, she pressed the tip of the vibrator through the slick fluid coating her pink folds to enter her tight vagina. The picture of Jeremy’s naked body entered her mind as she began to thrust the vibrator in and out of her body, pretending it was her Daddy’s penis that invaded her. “Aaaaah!” burst from her mouth as she orgasmed strongly once again. Mind and body calmed, Shelby switched off the vibrator and dropped it on the bedside table as her eyelids finally closed in sleep.
Chapter 7
The next day, Shelby woke up late. She’d forgotten to set her alarm. The snarky voice in the back of her mind wondered why as she threw off the covers and leapt out of bed. She jumped into jeans and was struggling with the fasteners on her bra when a heavy knock came at her door. After
turning in circles as she tried to hook the back straps together, Shelby grabbed a tee shirt and ran for the door. She looked out quickly to make sure it was Jeremy before unlatching the door and opening it to peek out.
“Running a little late, sweetheart?” he asked drily.
“My alarm didn’t go off,” she quickly explained, thinking to herself that it really didn’t go off because she hadn’t set it. Still, it didn’t go off! She opened the door wide, so he could come in before she tried to fasten her bra once again.
Jeremy watched his Little girl struggle to hold her tee shirt tucked under her chin to cover her chest as her arms reached behind her, wrestling with the uncooperative hooks. Smiling, he put his hands on her shoulders to stop her. “Little girl, you are going to dislocate your arms. You need some help. Would you rather turn around and let me help you or would you like to throw that bra back in the drawer and not wear it? Little girls don’t need big girl bras.” He waited, allowing her to make the decision.
As she considered the two choices, her thoughts showed easily on her face. Going braless would be comfortable, but she never went anywhere without wearing one. Could she be so daring? Could she turn around and let him see her undressed? She finally turned around and presented her bra fasteners to him as she tried to cover her front. “Would you help me, please?” she softly asked. When his fingers easily mastered the hooks, she sighed in relief until he turned her around and tugged her tee shirt from her fingers.
“Let your Daddy help you get dressed, sweetheart. Arms up!” he ordered.
Shelby hesitated briefly before uncrossing her arms that she’d used to cover her bra. She raised her hands, revealing a plain, simple bra that was supportive. She wished she was wearing something flashy and low-cut to make her body look more appealing. As Jeremy slid the tee shirt over her arms and torso, his fingers brushed her bare skin, sending shivers through her body.
