by Pepper North
“I’m so glad we found each other, Carrie. You have made me a very happy man!” Thomas responded with emotion.
“And a very happy Daddy?” Carrie wondered.
“The happiest of Daddy, Little girl,” he replied kissing her lips tenderly. He withdrew his penis and used her diaper supplies to wipe himself clean. Thomas redressed in his briefs and trousers. He was just starting to wipe his Little girl’s privates when there was a knock at his door. Gladys stood there with a large bowl of soapy water with something that looked like a ball with a straw in it.
“Do you want this now, Mr. Covington?” she asked smiling at the scene in front of her. The smell of sex was rampant in the room and from Carrie’s widely spread posture alone, she could tell the Little girl had been enjoying some play time with her Daddy.
“Perfect timing, Gladys. Just put the bowl on the corner of the desk. Would you help me?” he questioned with a twinkle in his eye. At her nod, he lifted Carrie’s legs from the desk and stretched them back so Gladys could hold on her ankles from the opposite side of the desk. This lifted Carrie’s plump bottom off the surface of the desk and spread her bottom cheeks.
As her Daddy began to press lubricant into her anus, Carrie emerged from her pleasure induced fog and realized what they were planning to do. She began to struggle. “I don’t want an enema,” she pleaded.
Her Daddy did not stop. “You’re headed back to court tomorrow, Carrie. Let’s get your bottom all cleaned out so you’ll be ready,” he explained logically to her. He picked up the enema syringe and squeezed it into the soap water several times to fill it. Pressing it fully into Carrie, he squeezed the syringe inside her several times before withdrawing the nozzle and refilling it. Over and over he repeated this action until the bowl was emptied of the cleansing water. When the final syringe was emptied, Thomas kept it pressed into his Little girl’s bottom and squeezed it at random intervals to agitate the cleanser inside.
“Please, Daddy. Can I go to the bathroom?” Carrie pleaded. “It burns.”
Squeezing the syringe deeply, her Daddy answered, “In a little while, Carrie. We need to make sure that your cute bottom is all clean out for your return to work. You don’t want to go to work with a dirty bottom inside. You’ll just have to go to the bathroom repeatedly,” Thomas said logically as she wiggled her bottom on his desk.
Finally, he withdrew the syringe and helped Gladys lower her bottom to the desk and swing her legs toward the ground. He helped Carrie stand on shaky legs and made her stand for a minute to regain her balance before allowing her to dash for the bathroom door. He followed slowly. The door would be locked. “A few more seconds of cleanser inside will help her tummy clear out completely,” Thomas thought to himself as he searched in his pockets for the key to the door.
Finally, her Daddy opened the door. Carrie rushed in and collapsed on the toilet. She looked up to see Thomas leaning against the bathroom counter watching her expel the water.
“I love you, baby girl,” he said with a wide grin. “I knew you’d need to go to the bathroom before your day in court. Aren’t you glad your Daddy thinks of everything?”
All she could do was nod. He was always right.
Chapter Twenty
Saturday had become Carrie’s favorite day. She forced herself not to think about work, case investigation, or briefs that needed to be written. Saturday was her time to spend with her Daddy. It was always a good day.
She cuddled into her Daddy’s arms. She loved sleeping late when she could. She felt her Daddy’s arms wrap around her tighter and he growled into her ear as he began to press kisses against her sensitive neck. Carrie felt her nightie lift until she raised her arms allowing him to pull it over her head. Topless, Carrie held her breath as her Daddy looked at her for several seconds before capturing her left nipple in his mouth. Nipping at the tight pink bud, he ran his tongue around her nipple before moving over to the right breast and repeating his exquisite torture. Kissing his way down her torso, Thomas paused with his mouth above Carrie’s freshly shaven pubis. He breathed in the aroma that captivated him each and every time he made love to Carrie. He glanced up to see Carrie bite her lip in anticipation as she felt his warm breath on her cleft. Thomas pressed her thighs apart revealing her inner pink tissues. He pressed a soft kiss on the center of her folds and capturing her eyes stated, “Carrie, you have my heart.” He felt her hands cup lovingly around his head and he bent down to begin to taste her thoroughly.
When she was pulling his hair to urge him to do something to let her come, Thomas raised his head and kissed his way back to her lips. Raising his body over hers, he turned Carrie on to her side and then her tummy. Raising her hips, he centered his body behind her and began to press his engorged penis steadily into Carrie’s warm body. His superior weight kept her centered below him and limited her movements allowing him to dominate her with commanding thrusts and caresses with his finger tips on her sensitive tissues. He urged three orgasms rapidly from her until she began to melt into the covers from pleasure overload. Only then, did he allow himself to orgasm deep within Carrie’s body.
Showering together later, he reminded Carrie that they had a social event for his company that night. A formal event, Carrie began to plan what she would wear immediately in her mind. This would be their first appearance together in society. She wanted to look her best.
The morning flew past. They had a small lunch together in anticipation of the heavy dinner that would be served that night. Carrie began to get nervous. “What if she screwed up and called Thomas, Daddy, at the party? Would she forget that she wasn’t wearing a diaper under her fancy gown? How embarrassing would it be to wet the floor?”
Thomas watched Carrie as she became quieter and small lines exposing her worries began to pull across her forehead. He asked if she was feeling okay or did she need to talk about anything? He knew she was lying to him when she replied shortly that she was fine and that he should just leave her alone for a little while. Thomas nodded wisely. “Okay, Little one. That’s what we’ll do.” He picked her up and carried her through the house as she demanded to know where they were going. He stopped only when they reached her nursery. Setting her on her feet, he began to strip her clothes off her with rapid efficiency. Despite her struggles, Carrie stood nude in front of him very quickly.
“Now, do you want to tell me what is going on in your brilliant mind?” he asked her, speaking in an even tone.
“I told you I’m fine and that you should just leave me alone,” she responded hotly.
“As you wish,” he responded carrying her over to a corner and quickly tying her hands above her head so she was unable to move more than a few inches away. He left the room as she shouted for him to come back and he stayed out of view as she raged and yelled herself into exhaustion. Ten minutes after all the shouting ended, Thomas reentered the room and asked Carrie, “Are you ready to talk to me, sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
Carrie shook her head and refused to answer. She looked down at the floor refusing to make eye contact.
Thomas walked over to the cabinet against the nursery wall. Opening it, he withdrew a flat, wooden paddle. He whisked it through the air a few times as if warming up his arm before walking back over to Carrie.
“What are you doing?” Carrie demanded. “I haven’t done anything to be punished for.” She attempted to turn to face Thomas so her tender bottom was away from the threat of that paddle.
Thomas simply turned her shoulders away from him and “Whack.” The paddle spanked her left cheek with some force. Before she could protest again, her Daddy had begun to pepper her bottom with short spanks that were very painful. After several minutes of attention to her rapidly reddening bottom, Thomas stopped again and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Carrie again shook her head, “You wouldn’t understand,” she replied with tears running down her face.
“Daddies understand more than you think,” he commented calmly and began to punish her bottom for
failing to answer again. He continued to apply short, quick slaps of the paddle to her rounded bottom until she began to cry in earnest and her sobs contained an answer.
“I’m afraid I’ll call you Daddy at the party. And I’m afraid I’ll have an accident because I’m not wearing a diaper,” she sobbed her answer finally.
Thomas dropped his paddle and released her arms. He cradled her in his arms sitting in a rocking chair in the nursery until her sobs eased. “Carrie, you don’t have very much trust in your Daddy.” When she violently shook her head, he continued, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Dry your tears and let’s go into the bedroom. I have something to show you.” After wiping her face with a tissue, he held another to nose and instructed her to blow as he dealt with the messy results of her tears just like any other Daddy would do. Then, he stood up and set her on his feet. Pulling her by her hand, he walked into the adjoining bedroom. He opened the closet and took out the most gorgeous evening gown that she had ever seen.
“Wow!” she said. “Is that for me?” Carrie reached a cautious hand to stroke the shining, navy blue sequins.
“Do you know what the best thing about this dress is?” he questioned.
“It’s beautiful?” she guessed.
“Yes, it is very nice and you will make it sparkle when you wear it, but no, that’s not the best thing. The best thing is that it has been designed by a very smart woman who happens to be a Little. She sews her gowns so that a diaper can be worn underneath and no one will ever know. You won’t have to worry about having an accident. And if you slip and call me, Daddy, we’ll laugh and make a joke about having pet names for each other. I’ll cover for you and you’ll sparkle for me.” He looked seriously at Carrie. “Don’t you feel bad about not trusting your Daddy more?”
She sighed and stepped into the shelter of his arms. “I should have just talked to you. I’m sorry, Daddy. Does it make you feel better that my bottom really feels bad because I didn’t trust you?”
Thomas hugged her tight and laughed at his Little’s sore predicament. “I guess we’ll dance a lot tonight. You’re not going to be able to sit on that red bottom.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Carrie looked around the ballroom. The gala event was packed with all the influential and wealthy members of society. She nodded at several partners from her law firm that were in attendance from across the room. Several people looked very familiar but she couldn’t remember their names. She knew they were athletes, businessmen and women, and politicians. Thomas would know she decided and turned to consult him. She clapped her hands in delight when she saw a good friend coming toward her.
“Zoey, I’m so glad to see you again,” Carrie said enthusiastically as she moved forward to hug the young blond Little.
“Matt, I want you to notice that Carrie’s not glad to see you, too,” Thomas pointed out with a chuckle when Carrie failed to greet him as happily and she had Dr. Richards’ companion.
Seeing the doctor shake his head ruefully, Carrie blushed as she rushed to continue “I’m glad to see you too, Doctor. Zoey’s just a good friend of mine.”
Thomas laughed even harder, “Looks like you’re no friend of Carrie’s either, Matt.”
While Carrie sputtered to find the words to cover her blunder, Zoey put one hand on her arm to stop her. “Gentlemen, you are having too much fun with my friend’s words. If I were her, I’d greet me first, too. You all are embarrassing Carrie.” She put her head close to Carrie’s and said something that the men couldn’t overhear and both women laughed with glee.
“I think we should give up while we can, Thomas,” Dr. Matt Richards suggested.
Thomas toasted him with his champagne glass and laughed. “You are a very wise man.”
Smiling, Carrie approached Zoey’s Daddy and gave him a hug as well while Zoey and Thomas exchanged friendly hugs too. “I’m glad to see that you will still be friends with me, Carrie,” said the good Doctor.
“Of course,” she replied with a blush. “Maybe you’ll go easy on me during my next exam?” she suggested with a wink.
“No way, young lady. Thomas is counting on me to keep you healthy. That’s a lot of responsibility on these wide shoulder,” he replied solemnly.
Carrie knew that meant he would always be very thorough when examining a patient. She mentally shrugged. “It had been worth a try,” she thought to herself.
“Hi, Carrie,” came a familiar voice from behind her.
Turning, Carrie was amazed to see Joe, the plumber, and his son, Steven, dressed impeccably in formal tuxedos. “Surprised to see us?” asked Steven with a wide grin.
“Carrie, Joe and Steven are known for their philanthropy all over the city. They donate their time to build houses for the needy and for returning veterans,” Thomas explained for her. “They’re pretty good at fixing broken toilets, too,” he added with a smile.
“You are having too much fun at my expense,” she quipped at Thomas with good humor. She greeted the two men with a little embarrassment. “I’m surprised you recognize me. I’m a little over dressed this time.”
They both laughed. Steven leaned in to tell Carrie privately, “I’m not sure if I’m glad to see you. Dad got all sorts of ideas at your house. I got two big enemas that night. After seeing you get punished, he decided I’d been naughty, too. Thanks a lot!” he said sarcastically.
They both laughed together and rolled their eyes at their daddies. Kids should stick together.
Zoey looked at them quizzically. “I think I missed a good story.”
Carrie answered with a laugh, “Believe me, by the end of the day, I wasn’t hiding anything.”
Steven snorted! “That’s the truth there. She couldn’t have hidden anything, anywhere.”
Zoey shook her head companionably. “I have days like that.”
“We all have,” Steven observed drily.
Chapter Twenty-two
Before she knew it, Littles surrounded Carrie. Zoey introduced her to several couples that she hadn’t met. All were very friendly and glad to meet her. Many expressed their happiness that Thomas and Carrie had met each other. For observers who were not in an age-play relationship, this was just a group of friends happy to be socializing with each other. They were movers and shakers in this city and all the relationships seemed very normal to those outside their community. Carrie had a wonderful time meeting some other Littles. It made her feel less conspicuous. No one knew her hidden desires and relationship except for others with their own secrets to keep.
The couples danced and socialized with other gala attendees that were not part of their special group. Carrie introduced Thomas to some of her colleagues and others in the legal field. Thomas returned the favor. They both enjoyed their time together and being able to be seen together for the first time in public.
Before they knew it, time had sped past and it was very late. The couples were beginning to disperse. Thomas looked at Matt and then over at their Littles who were giggling together over what had to be their 10th glass of champagne. “My Little one is going to have a very bad headache tomorrow,” he observed drily.
Dr. Matt Richards nodded thoughtfully. “Mine as well, unfortunately. There is a good remedy for a hangover,” he suggested.
“Really?” Thomas questioned with an arched brow.
“Dehydration causes most of the negative symptoms,” the doctor commented. “Zoey will drink a couple of bottles of water for me before bed. Then, after she passes out, I’ll tuck her in her crib with a slow injecting enema of warm water with a little baking soda and sugar. She’ll wake up with a full bladder and rectum but she’ll avoid an upset tummy and a headache.”
“I think Carrie would also like to avoid her hangover symptoms. Will you share with me the recipe for this hangover enema cure? I think I’d like to try that out.” Thomas said his blue eyes twinkling. “You can send me your consultation fee tomorrow.”
“We’ll just make this a freebie, Thomas. All good doctors take care o
f their patients. So here are the proportions for the mixture,” Matt began and the two men put their heads together in a grand conspiracy.
“I think we’re in trouble,” remarked Carrie watching the two men talk softly.
“I knew I was in trouble when I had my third glass of champagne and I got that look from my Daddy,” she smiled – just a little tipsy.
Carrie smiled back at her friend. “You know what?” She waited until Zoey shook her head negatively before adding, “It was all worth it!”
Zoey lifted her glass to clink rims with Carrie.
Chapter Twenty-three
What a day Friday had been! After a very tense day in court where she’d crafted a masterful argument for the jury in defense of her client, she’d come home today totally stressed out. She’d snapped at Bill, the security guard at the gate. She had parked her car very badly in the garage but she’d been too tired to straighten it out. Gladys had met her at the door with a warm greeting and Carrie had just managed to be civil. She had refused to change out of her professional suit and into the Little girl leggings and tee-shirt. She definitely wasn’t putting on a diaper. She needed to unwind as an adult.
