Daddy's Here(56)

“But…”

“But you haven’t any knickers, have you? Tough. You have asked to go without nappy, I have agreed. Now we are going to get some fresh air.”

“But…” She was cut off as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door. She fought him at first, but with one furious glance back at her, she realised it would be pointless to try to stop him. He unlocked the front door and then nodded down at a pair of black Mary Jane shoes on the mat. Abbey slipped them on, surprised to find they fitted perfectly. “Will they not get muddy?” she asked and he answered by hoisting her over his shoulder, carrying her out into the field.

Abbey yelped, reaching down to try and hold her dress in place, only too aware that her bottom was exposed as they walked out to the lane. She blushed furiously as he set her down on her feet before shoving a dummy into her mouth. She went to take it out but he muttered, “Don’t you dare,” and her hand fell away.

Together they walked along the country lane towards the village. Abbey silently wished they would turn back, not wanting any of the locals to see her like this. She could run to her house of course but she doubted any door would be strong enough to hold him back, he would only force his way in and take her back and her last spanking was still fresh in her mind.

As they walked, she kept her hand against the side of her dress, doing her best to stop the wind from blowing it upwards to expose her indecent lack of underwear. They were just about to enter the village when he stopped. “Do not do anything to embarrass me or yourself,” he said, looking down at her as she cowered before him. “Be a good little girl and I will reward you, understood?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Come on then.”

On they walked, entering the village and making their way slowly through. Abbey sucked on her dummy, drawing comfort from it as she did from his hand gripping hers, the only things stopping her from collapsing in fear and shame. Though there was no one outside, she could feel eyes on her from every angle. Were people watching through their windows? She could see no one but she was as sure as could be that they were there, observing her closely.

They reached the other end of the village and as they did so, a car drove past, the occupant doing a double take as he saw Abbey sucking on her dummy. As the car rushed past, it brought with it a gust of wind that swept her dress upwards, exposing her bottom to the vanishing vehicle. Abbey grabbed hold of it, tugging it down and wishing she’d agreed to the nappy. Anything was better than this.

They turned back and as they did so, an old woman came out of her house, walking down the path to the wall which divided her garden from the pavement. “Good evening,” Papa said, leaning against the wall and motioning for Abbey to do the same.

“Good evening,” she replied. “I see you’ve brought your little one out for some air.”

“I have indeed.”

“Little brat needs locking up if you ask me.”

“Oh come now, we were all young once.”

“Stealing a bike? It’s enough to make your blood run cold.”

From where she was stood, Abbey could only make out the woman’s head and shoulders, the rest of her body out of sight behind the wall. She wondered if she was equally hidden, though the dummy was impossible to hide. She thought about ducking out of sight but as Papa replied to the woman, his hand went to the back of her dress, sliding down to the hem.

“It’s a fine enough evening,” he said, the tips of his fingers beginning to glide over her bottom. Abbey did her best to keep her expression neutral, wanting to scream that he was touching her, Papa was actually touching her gently. His fingers played their way between her buttocks, moving down until he was cupping her behind, squeezing it roughly whilst the woman continued on her rant. “I don’t know how they think they can get away with it. The country’s gone down the pan if you ask me. A few more nurseries like yours and things would soon sort themselves out. A window was put through in Riversby last week. Did you hear?”

Papa nodded politely as his hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy which was already wet with anticipation. Something about being in public and yet also being hidden was so exciting, it was all she could do to keep quiet, sucking on her dummy the only way to stop her making any noise at all. She sucked all the more frantically when his index finger pushed slowly up inside her, filling and stretching her with his sheer bulk as he continued the conversation.

“How’s she coming along, anyway? Reddened her behind yet? Little brat deserves it well enough.”

“You know I don’t discuss what happens in the nursery,” he said, his finger starting to slide back and forth inside her, almost lifting her into the air with each movement.