by Pepper North
“You are not too heavy for your Daddy to carry,” Ethan said sternly watching her blush increase slightly at the word Daddy. He carried her across the big room and into a bathroom. It was sparsely outfitted just like someone would expect a hunting cabin to be. He stood her next to the toilet. He had never pulled up her panties after giving her the suppositories. Ethan leaned her against his strong body as he pushed her panties down over her calves. He pulled up the large tee shirt and held it at her waist. Wrapping one arm under her bare bottom, Ethan lifted her and sat her gingerly on the toilet.
Immediately, Olivia’s hands tightened on his arm from the pain of having her thigh pressed to the hard seat. Urine burst from her bladder and splashed into the ceramic bowl. Tears began to flow down her face.
Ethan removed the panties from her feet freeing her uninjured foot to rest on the ground. Her braced leg stretched out straight. He grabbed a tissue and began dabbing the tears from her cheeks. “It’s okay, honey. Just let your bladder relax and empty. We’ll come up with another plan, so you don’t have to sit on the toilet.” Ethan supported her wounded leg trying to take some of the pressure off her upper thigh as it rested on the hard toilet seat.
“It hurts so bad,” Olivia wailed. She was in such discomfort that she forgot to be embarrassed that he was watching and hearing her go to the bathroom.
“I know, honey. Just let it all out and I’ll get you off the toilet. Just let me know when you’re done. Here lean against me.” He stood on her healthy side and allowed her to lean her weight against him to take some of the pressure off. Soon the sounds of her urination ceased. Ethan leaned her over more severely and wiped her bottom clean. Flushing the toilet, he lifted her earning a soft murmur of relief as the pain diminished.
Ethan carried his precious bundle into the nursery. Flipping on the lights, he paused in the doorway to allow Olivia to look around. “This is my nursery, Olivia. I redecorated it when my last Little girl found a new Daddy. I wanted it to be ready for the Little girl that I knew was waiting for me somewhere. What do you think? We could change anything you would like.” Ethan held his breath waiting for her reaction.
Olivia looked around the room with fascination. It was painted a pale pink and decorated with flowers and cartoon animals. All the furniture was adult sized. There was a crib with a railing all around it. Over in the corner was an elevated bathtub. There were two big chairs. One a soft rocking chair built for two and the other was an armless, wooden, upright chair with padding on the seat and on the top of the back of the chair. There were cabinets and a waist high table with a padded top. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. She felt like it had just come out of a fantasy. Did all this really exist? She’d thought she’d just made it up. Olivia felt Ethan’s lips brush her cheek.
“It’s just waiting for a special Little girl,” he said softly as he carried her over to the changing table. Setting her softly on the padded top, Ethan made sure to lower her injured leg slowly. Ethan wrapped a wide, woven belt across her tummy and fastened it securely. “Olivia, I need to make sure that you are not running a fever. I want you to be a good girl for Daddy,” Ethan said giving her a stern look. He opened the drawer below the padded surface and withdrew a large jar of lubricant. He broke the seal as he opened it. He set it down in the corner of the changing table’s surface. Next, he pulled out a large thermometer. It was about an inch diameter and seven inches long with a stubby silver tip.
Olivia eyed it warily but opened her mouth to be cooperative. Her eyes widened as Ethan poked the thermometer into the lubricant and left it there. Concerned she asked, “That’s not going in my mouth, is it?”
“No, honey. Little girls’ need their temperature taken in their bottoms. He lifted her uninjured leg and pressed it back so that her thigh brushed her chest. He held it there easily as she struggled against him. Without hesitating, Ethan scooped up a dab of lubricant and pressed it to her exposed anus. “Take a deep breath, Olivia. You know my finger won’t hurt you.” He pressed his finger smoothly into her rectum without hesitation. Holding it fully inserted as she pushed against him, he said sternly, “Olivia. You are being very naughty. Daddy will always pay attention to your bottom. Relax your muscles.”
Her face colored in embarrassment. This seemed much more intimate than his ministrations when she was facing the back of the couch. Her eyes met Ethan’s. She tried to read his face. “Was he making fun of her? Was he really serious?” she wondered to herself before saying aloud, “Ethan, I’m scared. This is all so new to me.” She gestured around the room, “I keep waiting for a camera crew to jump out of the closet and declare that they have been live airing this to the world?” The words tumbled out of her mouth in her embarrassment to have his finger implanted deep within her.
“Olivia, at some point, you are going to have to trust me. I only want to take care of you,” Ethan reassured her as he rotated his finger inside her spreading the lubricant around her bottom. He slid his finger out and removed the thermometer from the lubricant jar. He pressed this against her anus and then inserted it fully into her rectum. “The thermometer needs to stay inside you for ten minutes, Little girl.” He patted her exposed buttock. “I can’t take away all your fears, Olivia. All I can do is vow that I will protect your privacy and fantasies just as I vow to protect your health and well-being. I’m hoping I can convince you to let me be your Daddy. Daddies will do anything to guard their Little girls from harm.”
She nodded her head thoughtfully. He was right. This was a leap of faith or trust. She knew that they were isolated from the real world. She was laying in a nursery that could have been fashioned from her dreams and fantasies. A handsome man was taking intimate care of her. She blushed at this thought and squeezed her anus around the invading thermometer. She jumped as she felt his fingers shift and begin to brush through the moisture that was gathering between her thighs. “No,” she pleaded scared that he discover how turned on she was.
“Little girls don’t tell their Daddies ‘no,’ Olivia. I need to know how you’re feeling at all times.” He ran a finger down her cleft lifting it to show her the shiny, slick fluid. “My Little girl is enjoying being taken care of by her Daddy. That makes me very happy, Olivia. Let’s see if Daddy can make you feel even better.” Ethan began to swirl the thick thermometer in her bottom as he pressed on her clitoris and brushed her inner labia. Ethan smiled as Olivia’s eyes rolled back and closed on as she moaned deeply.
Sliding his nimble fingers through her drenched pink folds, Ethan enjoyed watching Olivia. All her emotions were reflected her face. Her mouth twitched at the corners when he found a particularly sensitive spot. A raspy sigh told him to spend a little time exploring that area. He took his time – never rushing.
Olivia, however, had different ideas. She pressed her hips upward to meet his fingers. Her breath came faster in quiet pants. Her eyes flew open to meet his. “Please, Ethan!” she urged him desperately.
“Will you try to call me a different name, honey?” Ethan asked continuing to hold her right on the brink of an orgasm. His eyes dark blue eyes held hers captive.
“Please, Daddy!” she whispered lifting her hips to try to press herself against his teasing fingers.
“Of course, Little girl. You only needed to ask,” Ethan pressed the thermometer deep in her rectum and lightly pinched her rigid clitoris. Her scream of satisfaction was music to his ears.
Chapter Ten
After giving her a few quiet moments to bask in her pleasure, Ethan removed his fingers from her body reluctantly. He checked her temperature. “Your temperature is running a little high. It may be a harbinger of a problem or just the excitement of a Little girl. I’ll keep an eye on it. He leaned down to pick up something from the bottom shelf of the changing table. Thank goodness, he’d stocked a variety of sizes. His Little girl was slightly more rounded than his previous ones. He did not wish her to be uncomfortable.
“I think you want to avoid sitting on the toilet, right?” he
asked in an even tone.
“I’m never going to the bathroom again,” she vowed.
Ethan chuckled. “We don’t have to go to such drastic measures, honey. Let Daddy take care of the problem.” He lifted her hips carefully and slipped the diaper under her bottom. He pulled it between her legs and fastened the tape on each side snuggly.
“Is that a diaper?” she said in horror feeling the front of the diaper with her hands. “That’s not funny. Take it off, Ethan.
He captured her hands and held them securely in his. “Little girls use their diapers. I know it’s hard to go against all the grown-up behavior that you’ve been following all your life. Did the Little girls in your books use a diaper?”
Olivia froze and looked down at their hands. She nodded her head slowly.
“Say it aloud for your Daddy, Olivia,” Ethan prodded knowing that if she admitted that others used a diaper, it would be easier for her.
Olivia stuttered around finally admitting breathlessly, “Yes. Yes. They always wore a diaper.” Her pleading eyes met his, “You won’t make me use it, will you?”
“Definitely. All good Little girls use their diapers. You’re a good Little girl, aren’t you, Olivia?” Ethan asked persuasively. “Naughty Little girls get their bottoms spanked if they refuse to use their diapers. I think you’re a good Little girl, Olivia.”
Again, she hesitated. Dropping her eyes to the white diaper wrapped around her, Olivia nodded slowly. “I want to be a good girl, Daddy. I’m just not sure I can.”
“Daddy will help you. It’s okay, Olivia,” he leaned down to kiss her. “Now, I think we need some dinner.” He lifted Olivia effortlessly into his arms and carried her from the nursery.
Looking back over his shoulder at the beautiful room, Olivia noticed that even with the lights turned out, the room was dimly illuminated by two small lamps on opposite sides of the room. Olivia nodded her head as she settled back down to cuddle against her Daddy’s warm chest. Ethan really did know how to be a good Daddy.
Chapter Eleven
As he carried her into the kitchen, he picked up a small pillow. Ethan set this in a chair and carefully lowered Olivia to the seat. “Are you comfortable, Olivia?” he asked with a smile. When she nodded yes, he picked up a tray from the top of the kitchen table and fastened it to the arms of the chair. Ethan turned to the refrigerator and opened it as he pondered what to fix.
Olivia ran her hands over the shiny metal tray. Experimentally, she pushed the tray away from her and found it immoveable. She looked around the room. There was a small table with one chair in front of her. The other chair fit neatly under the table while her tray was at the same height as the table. In a rush, it dawned on her. She was seated in a highchair.
A rattle of small items hitting the tray in front of her made her look down quickly. A handful of cheese crackers swam across her tray. “I know you’re hungry, honey. Daddy will have dinner made for us soon. Drink some milk.” Ethan set a bottle of milk in front of her before turning to begin grilling some sandwiches.
Olivia lifted one cracker to her mouth and crunched happily. “I love these crackers,” she said with a big smile.
Ethan came over and stole a cracker. Tossing it up in the air, he caught it in his mouth. Winking at her, he said, “I love them, too!” He leaned over to snag another cracker and laughed as she bent forward over her tray covering the treats.
“Mine, Daddy,” Olivia said sneaking another cracker into her mouth. “Mmmmmm!”
“Little girls are supposed to share with their Daddies,” Ethan laughed as he turned back to the stove. His Little girl was settling in and beginning to trust him enough to show her personality. “Drink your milk, Little girl. You don’t want me to steal your bottle.”
Olivia held her bottle to her chest. She was thirsty from the crunchy treats. She looked at the nipple suspiciously. She glanced at her Daddy to make sure he wasn’t watching before raising it to her lips and sucking tentatively. “Wow!” Olivia said to herself. She leaned back in her chair and tried it again. “Mmmmmmm!” burst from her lips. She glanced over at Ethan to see him smile and throw a kiss her way.
Olivia wiggled slightly in her chair. She was afraid to move too much. Her leg had hurt incredibly bad earlier but the medicine Ethan had pressed into her bottom had eased it down to a dull ache. She concentrated on eating the last of the crackers and drinking from her bottle. Ethan didn’t react as if she was doing anything out of the ordinary, so she relaxed. She didn’t feel conspicuous around him. This really was the way he lived. As she watched him move around the kitchen talking to her as if they had known each other for a long period of time.
Soon, Ethan had loaded the table with several grilled sandwiches and chips. He carefully cut one sandwich in fourths and placed it on Olivia’s tray. “It’s not the most nutritious meal ever but it should taste good and fill up my Little girl’s tummy,” Ethan said with a smile.
Olivia picked up a section of sandwich. It was so much easier to handle the small portion. She raised it to her lips and took a big bite of the center of the sandwich. “Yum!” she said and waved the sandwich at Ethan in a salute to his cooking ability. She carefully ate everything but the crust. Discarding the crust to the tray, Olivia picked up the next sandwich portion.
A companionable quiet fell over the cabin as they ate. Crunch sounds from the potato chips were loud. Olivia giggled as Ethan finished off his chips on his plate.
“Are you giggling at me, Little girl?” Ethan said with a serious look on his face.
“You sound like a crunch monster. No, a crunchasaurus rex,” she said interrupting her words with uncontrollable giggles.
“Crunchasaurus rex, huh? You know that prehistoric beasts love Little girls for dinner, didn’t you?” Ethan said playing along with her. He stood and leaned over her highchair. Putting his mouth to her delicate neck, he began to make loud crunching noises while nibbling down from her jawline to her shoulder. He unlatched the tray and set it on the table. Scooping her out to sit on his lap, he grabbed the half empty bottle from the tray and sat down to cuddle Olivia close to him. He kissed her sweetly parted lips before pressing the nipple to her mouth. “Drink, sweetheart.”
Olivia squirmed slightly in his arms to get comfortable and then allowed him to slide the nipple into her mouth. “Mmmmmm!” she hummed as she sucked on the bottle. Her tummy was full. She was warm. Her secret fantasies were happening right now. She felt like she was living in a dream. She decided not to pinch herself. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up. Olivia wrapped one hand around Ethan’s large hand holding the bottle and linked her fingers to his. She closed her eyes to savor the moment when his lips pressed against her forehead.
“I don’t know how you ended up crashing into my life, Little girl, but I’m not letting you go,” Ethan said softly in his low voice. He smiled at Olivia when her eyes opened to meet his. “Never!” he promised treasuring the feel of her gentle curves pressed into his. This felt so right
Chapter Twelve
When Olivia’s bottle was empty, her Daddy carried her to stretch out on the couch in front of the warm fire while he cleaned up the kitchen. It didn’t take him long, but Olivia was sound asleep when he rejoined her. Ethan looked out the frosty window and discovered that the snow was continuing to fall. There was no doubt that they would be snowed in for several days. He was thankful that he had packed extra food in his perishable supplies and that the cabin was stocked with canned goods and fuel for the generator to allow them to live comfortably for quite a while until the roads could be cleared.
He knew that Olivia’s family would be looking for her. There was some reason that she had fled to Montana. Until she could tell him why, he wasn’t going to contact anyone. She had a right to disappear for a while from her family. He would take good care of her. Ethan swore, however, that he would make sure she didn’t want to run from him.
Ethan opened a book that he had begun before the excitement of Olivia’
s crash. He tried to read but found himself looking at the couch repeatedly to check on his Little girl. When she began to fret in her sleep, he knew it was time to wake her up. He knelt by her side. Pressing a caring hand to her brow, Ethan checked for a fever and was relieved by her cool skin. He said softly, “Olivia, honey. Can you open your eyes for me?”
She blinked several times and whispered, “Oh! You are here – and I’m here. I thought I had dreamed it all.” She squirmed on the couch.
“Do you need to potty, Little girl?” he asked quietly.
“I don’t want to sit on the toilet again. That hurts,” she shook her head slightly.
“Little girls don’t just the toilet, Olivia. They use their diapers. Here, let Daddy help,” Ethan pressed a firm hand against her bladder.
“No, no! I can’t pee in a diaper!” Olivia protested quickly and then dropped her eyes as the pressure overtook her willpower.
Ethan kept his steady pressure on her abdomen until he thought that she was finished. “All done, honey?”
Olivia nodded slowly looking at his hand. She saw it move to cup her face and lift it, so their eyes met once again.
“Little girls use their diapers. It’s not wrong. It’s not dirty. It keeps you from getting hurt. Most of all, it makes your Daddy happy that you let him take care of you. You want your Daddy to be happy, right?” the corners of his mouth twitched up as he looked at her.
“Yes, Daddy. I want you to be happy,” she whispered.
Ethan smiled at her. He was very proud of his Little girl. It was tough giving someone else control over your most basic human needs. He kissed her soft lips once and then, again. Her lips parted under his giving him access to the sweet interior of her mouth. His tongue swept in savoring the unique taste of Olivia. When her tongue met his in response to his invasion, his swirled around it. His moan of enjoyment was echoed in a higher tone by his Little girl as she was carried away by the caresses. Reluctantly, Ethan lifted his head. He couldn’t resist dropping one last kiss on her red lips.
