“Babies don’t read,” she laughed.
“You’ll read these,” he insisted with a smile. “I have a feeling that many days, by the time I get home from work, my sweet babygirl will be more than ready to do anything her daddy tells her to do.”
“Really? That good huh?” she asked with a shiver.
“Yes, my love, that good,” he replied. “I think reading about our lifestyle will either enhance your commitment to it, or ensure your compliance to some of my demands. Some little ones receive very harsh and imaginative punishments for not following their daddy’s instructions. Of course, I’ll monitor all of the reading material. I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself and there are many things I’ll want to introduce you to myself, with no preconceived ideas on your part. I think a little anticipation and apprehension goes a long way, don’t you?”
“I suppose so, Daddy,” she admitted, picking at her tee shirt. “Are you trying to frighten me?” she asked.
“Maybe just a little,” he admitted with a wry smile as he pulled her to his chest. “I love when you’re uncertain and a bit scared. It forces you to turn to me for comfort and reassurance as you place yourself in my hands. I don’t mind telling you it’s one of the best feelings in the world for me, knowing you’re frightened yet surrendering to me just the same, trusting me to take care of you on every level.
“I’ve decided we are going to try cloth diapers and plastic pants. Just picturing you in them is enough to make me uncomfortably hard,” he confessed.
“Why would that appeal to you?” she asked. “It’s a little disgusting, thinking about you cleaning me up in that way.”
“Not to me, it’s not. It’s just another way of ensuring your dependence on me. Maybe we won’t like it, but we are going to try it along with bottles, pacifiers for when you’re a bit too chatty or cranky and other things as well. And you may as well know, I have several medical sites with pretty full carts.”
“Medical?” she whispered.
“Yes, I plan on taking very good care of you, babygirl. There will be literally no part of your sweet, soft body I won’t examine and treat if the need arises. In fact, I already have a new doctor lined up for you, one who specializes in our kind of relationship, so I hope you won’t give me any trouble about seeing him.”
“Michael,” she gasped, horrified.
“Daddy,” he corrected firmly, patting her bottom. “And don’t worry, he’s very discrete. I have it on the best authority.”
“Who’s authority?” she demanded.
“Mark’s, he takes Susan there on a regular basis, and don’t take that tone of voice with me. This is not your decision. Come along now,” he said, setting her on her feet between his legs. “It’s time we got you ready for bed. I can feel the dampness from your leggings seeping through to my pants and Daddy’s cock is hard just talking about all this. I think it’s time you got your reward for being such a good baby today,” he whispered, sliding his hand between her legs. “Yes, diapers might be just the thing if you’re going to get so very wet each time we discuss our new roles.”
“Are we done, discussing I mean?” she asked softly.
“For now,” he replied. “I’ve already made up my mind about most of the items, but there will be many surprises in store for you. Don’t worry. If it’s something I think you should have a say in, I’ll definitely consult you. I want you to be happy, babygirl,” he assured her.
“How can I be happy when I’m so nervous about all this?” she asked, staring into his dark eyes.
Michael smiled and taking both of his hands pulled her leggings down to her knees, exposing her bare little pussy. Gently he worked his fingers between her trapped legs.
Chéri blushed wildly as they glided easily along her slippery lips and gasped when his long finger entered her, stroking her until her knees weakened and he had to place an arm about her hips to hold her in place.
“How can you even ask that?” he scolded, shaking his head in disbelief. Withdrawing his fingers, he held them up for her to see the shiny dew that covered his hand. “Never deny the truth, not to me and certainly not to yourself.”
Raising her eyes to his, she realized the wisdom of his words. What good was denial when her body clearly loved each and every thing he did to her, loved it when he scolded her, loved the fear of the unknown, knowing no matter what, she would be wet and ready for him? It was both embarrassing and freeing.
“Okay, Daddy,” she replied with a repentant grin.
“Good girl,” he praised as he got to his feet. “Now march that adorable bottom upstairs. Daddy wants to taste you. No, leave your leggings where they are,” he ordered. “I want to watch every wiggle of your sweet little buns and I’ll do my best to refrain from slapping them on the way,” he teased, rubbing his hands together gleefully.
Chéri giggled; she didn’t believe that for a second.
Upstairs Daddy stripped her and placed her on her changing table. At first he reached for a wipe, then tossed it aside and grasped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the table and draping her legs over his shoulders.
“Since today is such an auspicious day, I believe I’ll clean my baby’s kitty this way,” he stated, lowering his head between her legs and kissing each thigh. “I love the way you taste, babygirl. Always so sweet, always so soft against my tongue,” he continued with a whisper as he licked a line from her vagina to her clit.
“I remember when you didn’t like this,” he murmured with a chuckle. “You thought it was embarrassing and nasty,” he teased before sucking her tiny button into his mouth. Gently he lashed it with his rough tongue as she arched her bottom closer.
“What made you change your mind?” he asked, raising his head and watching her face as he nudged her opening with his finger, teasing her unmercifully.
“You did, Daddy,” she panted. “You made me like it.”
“Yes, my sweet baby, and I will make you like many more things,” he promised before slipping his finger inside of her and lowering his head to lick her over and over.
God, she was fabulous. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably over his shoulders, her hands were clamped on the sides of the table and her pussy grasped his finger.
“Remember what we talked about,” he whispered breathily against her. “Relax, sweet baby. I want to feel you open that pussy for me, giving me plenty of room to do as I want. You’ll see. It will feel so good when I finally allow you to come.”
She tried to obey him, she really did, but the more he sucked and licked her swelling button, the more often he felt her clenching.
“Don’t do that, baby. Mind daddy,” he warned sternly, smiling when he felt the flood of moisture his words invoked and heard her pitiful moan. He teased her, oh so slowly, blowing, nibbling and sucking but backing off each time he felt her tighten.
“You know it might help you behave if you remember I haven’t yet taken your temperature today and that I have a brand new steel probe made for that purpose. It’s quite large, babygirl, the largest I’ve used,” he said softly before sucking her clit back into his mouth strongly.
Chéri cried out, but instantly relaxed her tight channel, pleasing him immensely.
“Such a good baby,” he praised between feather light kisses after he released her nub. “Daddy is going to make you come now, sweetness.” Slipping a second finger inside her, he curled them slowly until he felt the rough texture on the front wall of her vagina. She was tight, but minding his words and not squeezing his digits, even though her back was bowed and she was panting heavily.
“I love you like this,” he sighed in delight. “Trying so very hard to be good and thinking of my pleasure as you seek your own. Relax, baby, and let Daddy take you where he wants you to go. Soon you’ll be able to stay open on command and Daddy will be able to fuck that lovely tight ass for a long, long time without coming, making us both mindless with pleasure. That’s what I want, baby, to take you endlessly, forcing orgasm after orgasm from
you at will.
“We’ll get there too,” he insisted, “so don’t be frightened, my little love. Daddy has you right where you belong. Now, I’m going to suck and tease your sweet nubbin until the beast comes for you, grasping you in his teeth and shaking the strongest orgasm of your life from you. Let it come, baby. Let it take you. I’m right here.”
Lowering his head, he kissed her stomach, feeling the crazy flutters that claimed her. His lips grasped her clit firmly, and oh so slowly, he dragged her under, petting her g-spot and licking her to a frenzy of need.
She was amazing, fighting her natural instinct and following his orders. Then it came and it was all he could do to hang on. Chéri screamed out, a deep guttural plea. The muscles of her pussy clamped down so hard he couldn’t have removed his fingers even if he’d wanted to. He felt her clit swell in his mouth before starting to quiver uncontrollably. For a moment she half sat up, her eyes wild before falling back to the table. Her body was actually undulating, waves of release flowing through her. Michael had never seen, nor felt anything like it. It was as though her entire body was in orgasmic bliss from the top of her head to the tips of her little toes. She cried out over and over, mumbling senseless words. Fluid squirted from her and he wondered if she’d lost control of her bladder or he’d just witnessed his baby’s first ejaculation.
His strong hands tried to sooth her once he was able to remove his fingers, rubbing the tension from her limbs as he whispered endearments into the air he doubted she heard. Chéri was somewhere far away, a glazed look in her eyes.
He felt wonderful and ignored his burning balls and rigid cock. Slowly he turned her over and poured some baby oil on her back, massaging her shoulders, arms, back, buttocks and thighs.
Finally, when she was still except for a few choppy sighs, he rolled her back over and kissed her. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her away.
“Am I sleeping in my room tonight, Daddy?” she asked so weakly he could barely hear.
“No, babygirl, not tonight,” he answered. “I can’t bear to be parted from you tonight,” he huskily admitted.
“That’s nice, Daddy,” she said with a smile as she closed her eyes.
He fucked her. He couldn’t help himself and sort of felt like a heel, but she was so soft, so compliant in her exhaustion. He didn’t think she had another orgasm, but her soft mews of pleasure were enough for him and he took her gently, with love, pulling her sleepy body against his.
She snuggled close, patting his hand that was around her and pushing her bottom back until it fit perfectly in the curve of his body. He fell asleep smelling her hair.
The next morning, he found her in the kitchen, sitting at the island in a nightshirt, her hand holding her head up, her blonde hair was wildly tousled and her eyes were closed.
“Daddy, I think I need a coffee IV,” she sighed.
Michael laughed and kissed the top of her head.
“Aw, poor baby,” he replied. “Today it was supposed to be a healthy breakfast with juice, but I’ll make an exception and get you a coffee. After all, you can hardly go to work in this condition.”
“Thanks,” she answered, laying her head on the countertop.
“My, you are tired, aren’t you babygirl? I guess Daddy wore you out last night,” he stated without an ounce of remorse in his voice.
“Ya think?”
“Tired and sassy, duly noted,” he laughed. “Too bad we have to work today. Daddy would like nothing better than to stay home and play with you,” he lamented, hitting the brew button on the Keurig.
Soon the lovely smell of fresh coffee had Chéri picking up her head and sniffing appreciatively. Her fingers were blindly reaching for her cup before he’d even added the cream.
“Be careful,” he warned, sliding it across the island to her. “It’s hot.”
“So are you,” she mumbled with a lopsided grin as she pulled the cup to her. “I had no idea you had such mad skills, Daddy,” she finished with a giggle.
“Mad skills?” he asked with a laugh.
“Yup, that’s what they call that stuff,” she assured him. “Gee, I wish I didn’t have to go to work,” she moaned. “I just want to go back to bed and sleep for a while longer.”
Michael looked at the adorable pout on her face and smiled.
“Well, if everything goes well today, maybe soon you’ll be able to stay home. Isn’t your new client supposed to give you her decision this morning?”
“Yes, she is and I pray she liked my presentation. I’ll feel so much less guilty about leaving the company if I can close this deal.”
“Baby, you shouldn’t feel guilty about leaving. You’ve worked extremely hard for them and brought in a lot of new clients over the years.”
“I know, and if I were leaving for a better position in a more prestigious firm, no one would think a thing about it, but telling them I’m leaving to stay home… well, there are sure to be questions,” she sighed, handing her cup back and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
Michael snorted and turned to make her another cup.
“This kind of thing is not going to be acceptable once we’re firmly established in our routine,” he informed her, catching her smile in the window’s reflection.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied with an eye roll.
“Chéri, I hope you’re taking all this seriously,” he warned, shooting her a glance on his way to the refrigerator for more cream.
“Of course, I am. It’s just that we sort of have to ease into it, you know? I mean there’s so much work to be done before we’re ready. I need to stop working and there are all the changes you want to make in the house. There has to be a period of adjustment.”
“Agreed, but one thing we are not doing is backsliding,” he stated firmly. “I plan on moving quickly with the renovations. Tonight I’ll be placing some orders, and when things start to arrive, they will be stored in the garage. You, little miss, are to keep your nose out of them. Do you understand?”
“Sure I do, Daddy. You want to surprise me,” she said with a grin as she took her cup from him.
Michael laughed, picturing her first time on the rocking horse.
“That is true,” he admitted with a grin. “You’ll definitely be surprised. Pleasantly when you are good and not so pleasantly when you roll your eyes at me like you did a few moments ago.”
“Oops, sorry,” she said slipping off the stool and going to his side. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, baby,” he replied tucking her against him. “That’s one of the reasons I’m going to be strict with you. You need my attention and discipline.”
“I know,” she whispered into his chest.
Chéri gave him a hug and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
“I better get ready for work,” she said. “Wish me luck.”
“Here’s what I wish,” Michael began, rubbing her arms. “I wish for you to go up to your room and lie across your bed with your bolster pillow under your tummy. I’ll be up to take your temperature in a few minutes. We missed it the last two days and we are not going to allow that to become a habit,” he insisted, looking down into her startled eyes.
“But, Daddy, I’ll be late,” she wailed.
“Not if you don’t dilly-dally around, you won’t,” he said, giving her a swat on the bottom.
“Aw, Daddy. You know what that does to me,” she protested, turning around and walking as slowly as possible toward the door. “I’ll be thinking about you all day. I won’t be able to concentrate,” she continued with a pouty look at him over her shoulder.
“Here’s a news flash, sweet babygirl. I want you to think about me all day,” he replied with a grin. “And if you don’t hurry up, I’ll give you something else to think about, a nice red bottom to take to work with you. Now scoot.”
She was gone in a flash; the sound of her bare feet running up the stairs had him smiling from ear to ear.
Chapter 4
Chéri squirmed un
comfortably on her chair. Her evil daddy had indeed sent her off to work with a red, hot bottom, and that was after he’d used his new steel tool to take her temperature. It also took much longer to get an “accurate reading” as it was so very cold to start with, but damn if that thing didn’t turn her on. And he knew it, damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing each and every time he touched her body, each time he scolded or warned her in that deep, sexy voice of his. She’d literally hate to face him across the bench in a courtroom. She’d probably come on the spot.
She sipped her fourth coffee of the day, an expresso, and knew she’d be a jittery mess by the time she got home if she didn’t switch to something else. It was just that she was so nervous, and sore, and wet and excited about her future. Wow, talk about getting her panties in a knot.
Why hadn’t Jennifer Cavanaugh called? It was already after ten and she’d said she would let Chéri know first thing Monday morning. Either she was impressed by the ad campaign Chéri developed, or she wasn’t. Either she was ready to sign, or she was going with someone else.
The waiting was always the hardest part for Chéri. Most of her life she’d been a go-getter, impatient, demanding and not one to sit around and wait for good things to fall into her lap. She went after what she wanted, and usually got it. Michael had tempered that attitude over the last few years, literally forcing her to relax and bend to his own take-charge attitude. It was hard to argue with results, and truthfully she’d never been happier nor felt more loved. Still, a part of her was apprehensive, especially since he’d mentioned the special doctor. Another man, with the same bent as her husband, was sure to know many techniques regarding the care of baby wives, and most certainly he would share that information. She was sure the possibilities for embarrassing care and punishments were endless.
Yet she wanted it, wanted it all in the worst way. Oh why didn’t Jennifer call? Chéri wanted to be able to plan her departure, give her notice and begin this new chapter of her life. She almost called her husband to whine, but stopped herself at the last second. He was so astute. The sound of her voice would alert him to her agitation and he’d probably ask how much caffeine she’d consumed. Frequently he said she was her own worst enemy, and it was true. She didn’t take very good care of herself and he was ready to change that. Chéri was oh so ready to let him.
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