Dallas lifted her chin with one finger until their eyes met. “Daddies take care of their little girls completely. I will expect you to do as I tell you—if you are mine. You always have a choice as to how you wish to act, but there will be punishments if you are bad.”
“What kind of punishments?” she whispered, shivering from a combination of excitement and fright.
“There are many punishments you might earn depending on the severity of your misbehavior. For example, you might lose your dessert at a meal, have to stand in the corner, or be spanked,” he said in a normal, natural tone, as if this were an everyday conversation.
“Would the spanking hurt?” she asked with tears welling in her eyes.
“Yes.”
His simple answer was more frightening than the thought of being punished. Trying to change the subject to distract them both, she blurted, “Daddies give their little girls bubble baths and do their hair.”
Smiling, Dallas tugged on one thick braid that lay over her shoulder. “They definitely do those things. Daddies want their little girls to feel good.”
Rylee nodded her head eagerly in agreement. “Yes, Daddies make their princesses feel good.”
Dallas lifted her easily from his thigh and stood her between his legs. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. Sweeping his hands down her sides, he reached the bottom of the full skirt and ran his fingers up the sides of her plump thighs. Rylee stood perfectly still as his thumbs hooked over the elastic of her ruffled panties and pulled them to her knees.
“Turn around, sweetness, and lie over Daddy’s knee onto the bed,” he instructed in a stern tone that prevented any argument.
“Are you going to take my temperature?” she asked with a quavering voice. When he nodded, she flushed deep red, and whispered once again, “You’re going to see my bottom.”
“I’m going to see, touch, and most probably taste every part of you, sweetness,” Dallas said simply. His large hands turned her around as her mind boggled at the thought of his plans.
Before she knew it, she was lying over his leg with her breasts flattened against the firm mattress. She could just imagine what she looked like with her full skirt pulled up to her waist and her entire bottom on display. The new Little could feel the cool air on her usually covered skin. To her dismay, she felt herself becoming wet. Afraid that he would know, she began to lift her torso from the bed.
“Stay where you are, sweetness. I know this is scary the first time for a little girl, but Daddy’s very pleased with you,” Dallas corrected as one of his large hands pressed firmly between her shoulder blades to pin her to the mattress. Collapsing back onto the bed, she heard him pull the rustling paper sack containing the supplies up beside her. Dallas laid two items in her line of vision: a large tube of lubricant, and a package containing a very thick thermometer that appeared to be at least eight inches long. She squeezed her eyes closed to block the sight of both items and turned her face into the bedding to hide.
Air rushed in to fill her lungs in an audible gasp as she felt him rub a hand over her buttocks. His deep, calm voice seemed almost to flow over her exposed skin, easing her self-consciousness as he touched her. “Relax, Rylee. Your Daddy finds you very attractive. Set aside your fears and just let me take care of you.”
Slowly, she nodded her head against the bedspread.
“Good girl,” he praised. She heard a ripping sound of plastic and cardboard and knew that Dallas was opening the thermometer. The sound of the thick lubricant being squeezed from the tube with a wet slurp followed. Tensing, Rylee tried to resist as she felt him part her bottom, but he was much stronger than she was. Instantly, she felt even littler. He was in control. She curled her fingers into the soft material below her as the slick thermometer began to invade her backside.
“Daddy, no!” she wailed. She tried to rock her hips away, but Dallas was prepared for naughtiness.
His hand pressed down against her lower back. “Stop, little girl! This will be the last warning I give you. It is dangerous to wiggle around with the glass thermometer in your bottom.” When she froze immediately in place, he relaxed his pressure against her. “Much better,” he praised.
“Can you take it out now?” she pleaded. Her voice warbled with emotion.
“Daddy’s in charge. The thermometer must stay in place for ten minutes. Then, we’ll get you ready and go have some lunch. I thought we would check out the buffet. Are you getting hungry?” he asked, obviously trying to distract her.
“Now?” she asked, focused on getting that thick invader out of her bottom. From time to time, Rylee could feel him swirl the thermometer in her rectum as he repositioned it deeper into her tight passage.
Dallas simply patted one of her exposed cheeks and continued making small talk. “What’s your favorite food, Rylee? You need to help your Daddy learn what you like and dislike.”
After several long seconds, she answered, “I like macaroni and cheese. It’s my favorite.”
“Yum! I like macaroni and cheese as well. What’s your least favorite food?” he probed, adjusting the thermometer. Her bottom tensed automatically around the thick instrument. Dallas continued to ask her questions while reminding her that she was having her temperature taken.
When she finally felt it slide from her body, she relaxed against the bedspread. As she started to get up, he again pressed a hand on her back, holding her in place. That dreaded rustle from the sack told her that he had something else in store for her. “No more,” she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder at him.
“Let’s put your diaper on, and then you’ll be ready to go eat,” Dallas pronounced.
As her eyes widened in surprise, her new Daddy gently turned her over to lie on her back. He wrapped the diaper around her quickly and efficiently. “Daddy, I don’t need to wear a diaper,” Rylee protested.
Dallas simply finished his task and lifted her to her feet to pull the cute ruffled panties over her diaper. Rylee realized this must be why the wardrobe attendant had given her such a loose pair of panties. Pressing her hands over the covered diaper in several places, Rylee listened to the rustle as Dallas cleaned the thermometer and put it handily on the bedside table. “Daddy, people are going to know I’m wearing a diaper. Can’t I take it off?”
Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Dallas smiled and pulled her to stand between his legs. He patted her on the bottom, deliberately crinkling her diaper. “Do you hear that sound?” he asked.
With a sneering look on her face, she smarted off, answering, “Of course I do. I’m not deaf.”
His expression hardened. “We will deal with your disrespectful answer in a minute, little girl. First, I’m glad you hear the sound your diaper makes. Think back to the evenings where you lay in your bed, alone, reading books about lucky Littles who had found their Daddies and Mommies. Did you wish that you had someone who cared enough about you to wrap you lovingly in a diaper so that they could take care of your needs?” One of his eyebrows arched as her face revealed her regret for not thinking before she spoke.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I didn’t think about the rustle telling people that someone cared for me. I was just embarrassed to have people know that I’m wearing… a diaper.” Her voice lowered to end on a whisper. “I’m sorry!”
“You are here to live as a Little. This has been your dream. I will take your diaper off if you wish. They had arranged another Daddy for you. Would you like me to make an appointment for you with Master Marshall so you can request a change?” Dallas’ tone sounded distant and unemotional to her unhappy ears.
“What? No!” She threw herself into his arms. “I want you to be my Daddy. Please?” she begged, dropping down to her knees to wrap her arms around his waist and press her cheek against his warm thigh.
To her relief, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his hard body. This time, listening to the rustle of her diaper was reassuring, not embarrassing. She understood the
difference. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered once again.
“Little girls make mistakes. They are corrected, and everything is forgotten. Are you ready for me to give you the punishment for your misbehavior?” he asked, pressing her shoulders away so she would be able to look at him.
“Punishment?” she fearfully asked. “Are you going to spank me?”
“Not this time. I think you need a reminder that your Daddy cares about you. We haven’t known each other for too long, but I hope you realize that.” He paused as she immediately nodded. “Lie back over my leg,” he sternly instructed.
Slowly, she followed his instructions. When his fingers pulled her ruffled panties back down her legs, Rylee protested, “Are you taking off my diaper? I’ll be good now, Daddy. I promise.”
His fingers detached the tape on either side of her body and lowered the back of the diaper. She felt him reach again for that paper sack from the Castle store. The thick brown paper rustled ominously, followed by a distinctive click. “Rylee, I’m going to have you wear a reminder to lunch.” He parted her buttocks and began to press a cold cylindrical object into her tight bottom.
Bucking her hips against his restraining hands, Rylee moaned, “Nooo!” as the plug widened. She could feel it stretching her secret opening. “It hurts!” she protested. Then the pressure eased as the widest section slid past her clenched ring of muscles and smoothly glided into place. A wide external flared base prevented the plug from moving further inside.
Rylee rolled her hips back and forth. “Daddy? Do I really have to wear this? I don’t like it,” she moaned.
Without pause, Dallas re-wrapped her diaper around her plump bottom. He calmly reminded her, “Littles who talk badly to their Daddies earn a punishment. The plug will serve two purposes. It will remind you to speak politely, and it will distract you from being worried that others know you are wearing a diaper.” He pulled the ruffled panties up into place and helped her stand.
A knock on the door made Rylee twist around in shock. “Come in,” called Dallas. Two men dressed in the domestics’ attire walked in with pieces of a wooden crib.
“Shall we set up the crib over here by the wall?” one asked Dallas.
Rylee turned back to look at him and realized that the set of plugs, lubricant, and the thermometer were visible on the bed. She moved to hide them, but Dallas simply wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the floor. A firm spank on her bottom jostled the plug buried in her bottom, reminding her to behave. Unable to hide the intimate supplies, she buried her head against her Daddy’s neck as Dallas gave his approval to have the crib in that location.
“I’m going to take my princess to lunch now, gentlemen. Thank you.” Dallas carried her from the room. They both heard one man say companionably, “Wasn’t that the cutest Little? If I ever get to be a guest here, I’m going to ask to be paired with a Little girl.”
Dallas patted her once again on the diaper before carrying Rylee down the hall. “He’ll never be paired with a little girl as precious as mine.”
Suddenly, wearing the plug was okay. A smile spread over Rylee’s face. He really wasn’t mad at her. When he set her down to walk next to him, she held on to his hand just as he’d asked. With each shift of the invader inside her bottom, she remembered that Daddy was in charge.
Chapter 8
A s they returned to the room after a yummy lunch, Rylee yawned repeatedly. The day had been fraught with tears, fright, and tension. Now, with her tummy filled and her mind reassured, her body’s need for rest made her very sleepy. Standing still in front of the beautiful crib, she did not protest as her Daddy undressed her, leaving the Little wearing only her diaper. Rylee did not hesitate in climbing into the welcoming crib for a nap.
Asleep almost before her head touched the pillow, she delicately snored in her crib while her Daddy unpacked for each of them. In her dreams, she saw a large man with the most incredible smile. Her heart knew he was special.
Dallas unzipped her small suitcase. Opening it, he lost just a bit more of his heart that she seemed to be stealing away from him piece by piece. Lifting the stuffed elephant with its fur balding in several places from being loved, he hugged the toy in his arms before lifting it to his nose. It smells like her, he thought. The large man carried it to the crib and gently tucked the stuffie in her arms.
“Daddy,” she softly sighed in her sleep before squeezing the elephant in her arms and beginning to snore once again.
Smiling at the knowledge that she was dreaming of him, Dallas quietly moved about, unpacking her personal items but leaving the clothing still neatly folded inside. The Wardrobe department had already sent down extra outfits for each of them. She wouldn’t need her jeans until she prepared to leave.
He looked over at the precious sight in the crib. Unable to think of the day when they would have to return to their own lives, the new Daddy memorized the view before quickly turning on his phone and taking a picture. Emailing it to himself, Dallas made sure that he would never lose this memory.
Chapter 9
W hen the Little began to stir sleepily in the crib, Dallas picked her up easily and held her tightly against his chest. His Little cuddled her elephant adorably against her chest as she tried to wake up. Walking back and forth across the room, he pressed her lower back into his body, compressing her abdomen against his muscular torso.
The Daddy knew that wetting her diaper would be one more new thing for Rylee to experience. She would resist using the diaper when she was awake, but while sleepy, he hoped he could show her that Daddies take care of their Littles completely. Fussing slightly as the pressure began to build, Rylee’s hands moved to wedge between their bodies to push herself away.
“Shhh, little girl,” he soothed as he continued to walk with her in his arms.
“Aaah!” Rylee revealed the moment when the pressure on her stomach became too much, and she lost control. “Nooo!” she howled.
“You’re okay, Rylee. Daddy will take care of you,” Dallas promised as he maintained the pressure on her lower body to ensure that she emptied her bladder entirely. When she slumped against his shoulder, he walked over to the towel he had placed on the bedspread. Quickly, he removed the wet diaper and cleaned her skin with the wipes he had purchased in the store as well. The Castle inventory was extensive and complete.
Rylee hid her face in embarrassment from her Daddy. Holding her stuffie, Fanté, over her eyes, she felt his hands quickly change her diaper and slowly remove the plug, making her groan softly in reaction as it slid from her body. Dallas never hesitated, never seemed to waver in his desire to take care of her. When she was clean and freed from the anal reminder to behave, Rylee waited for her Daddy to wrap her again in a fresh diaper. Instead, his lips blew against her tummy, creating a loud raspberry sound that tickled her skin.
Giggling, the Little peeked around Fanté. Her distinctive eyes fixed on the twinkle in Dallas’. She held her breath as his mouth lowered again to repeat the amusing noise. Exhaling in a whoosh as she laughed again, Rylee complimented, “Daddy, that’s funny! You’re good at that!” Holding her forearm to her mouth, she tried to reproduce the sound. Whoosh was all the noise that she could make. “I can’t do it,” she protested.
“There are some things that only Daddies are allowed to do,” Dallas said as he lowered his mouth once again. This time, however, he simply kissed his Little’s rounded tummy before repeating the soft caress in a meandering path to the sensitive flesh on the inside of one thigh.
Fanté fell to the side, forgotten, as Rylee’s fingers curled into her Daddy’s shoulders. A low moan slipped from her parted lips as he lightly nipped at the tender flesh. She shifted automatically when he pressed her thighs apart. Instantly, her mind jumped from amusement to arousal as his lips kissed closer and closer to her rapidly dampening core.
“Daddy?” she squeaked as she battled to choose whether she should be excited or embarrassed.
Dallas lifted his head sligh
tly to look over her curvy body to meet her eyes. “Daddies take care of their Littles in many ways. Will you let me make you feel good, sweetness?”
There was only one answer. “Please!”
His head lowered. Hot breath flowed over her most private areas before she felt his tongue lightly trace the cleft between her outer lips. Rylee spread her legs a bit wider to make room for his broad shoulders as she lifted her hips slightly to encourage his explorations. Her fingers swept through his hair as his tongue dipped further into her wet, pink folds.
Rylee froze in place. She wasn’t very experienced. Of the two men she had gone to bed with, one had not been interested in oral sex at all, and the other had not aroused her in the least when he had kissed her intimately. She had decided that she must not be very sexual. She did not wish to disappoint this amazing man.
“Mmm,” he murmured against her flesh. The vibrations of the sound made Rylee squeeze those pelvic muscles that were suddenly paying attention.
“Breathe, little girl,” he ordered.
Air whooshed out of her lungs, and she realized that she had been holding her breath. She inhaled deeply as his tongue began to weave a wicked pattern across her inner lips and the soaked entrance of her vagina. His noises of enjoyment reassured her that she was fine. Very soon, no questions remained in her mind that Dallas not only savored her body, but he knew just what she needed.
While he patiently explored her body, the tension grew inside her. As his tongue whisked around her swollen clitoris, Rylee knew she needed something—just a bit more. The tingling sensation lurked just outside of her grasp. “Please,” she desperately begged as she writhed in front of him. Any self-consciousness had long been wiped from her mind as she tried to bring that tingling closer to her.
“Aaah!” she yelled when two thick fingers slid easily inside her soaked entrance as his lips encircled her clitoris. When his lips firmly sucked that bundle of nerves into his mouth, her body arched up against him as pleasure exploded within her.
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