“I know, I know. I just hope you give her what she deserves is all I’m saying.”
“You need not trouble yourself on that score,” he said, sliding his finger from her and stepping away from the wall. “She will get everything she deserves and more. Now we must be heading back, it’s starting to get dark.”
“Of course. Don’t let me keep you but if you want my opinion, you’ll keep a very close eye on that one.”
“I will indeed,” he replied, taking Abbey by the hand. She could feel her own wetness on his finger as he pulled her away. The tops of her thighs were damp, a constant reminder of what he’d just done, alongside the tingle of desire that throbbed within her as they walked slowly back to the house.
“Why did you do that?” she asked through her dummy.
“Because you were good and didn’t run away. You behave, you get rewarded. Now let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
He hoisted her over his shoulder again, passing over the muddy track to the doorstep, setting her down on the mat and looking at her in a strange way. “You’re a strange one, whine about wearing a nappy but no complaints when I put a finger inside you. Almost as if you wanted me to.” He shrugged as if putting his thoughts aside. “In we go.”
Chapter Ten
Abbey yawned as she walked into the house, the heat combining with the stress of the day to make her realise just how tired she was. “Of course,” Papa said, lifting her into his arms, letting the dummy fall from her mouth. “It’s been a long day for such a little one. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He carried her through to the nursery, lying her down on the changing mat and lifting her dress to her waist. He sprinkled powder between her legs, rubbing it in swiftly as if he had not just teased her so naughtily out on the street. He applied the cream equally abruptly but then his movements suddenly changed, slowing as he spread her lips apart, his head lowering towards her pussy. He examined her wetness, dipping a finger into her before sliding it up to her clit, circling it slowly before leaning in and then brushing over it with his lips, just once.
He leaned back for a nappy, leaving Abbey panting from the unexpected touch of his soft lips on her most sensitive spot. He slid the nappy under her, strapping the sides in place before helping her to stand, ignoring the hints she gave of her desire, the way she looked up at him, the way her hips swayed slightly, her feet turning inwards.
He pulled her dress up and off her before sinking into the armchair which lay in shadows in the corner of the room. He switched on a lamp next to him, patting his lap for her to join him. Abbey climbed onto his lap, curling up against his chest as he picked up a book from the shelf beside him and began to read.
“Once upon a time,” he said, his voice gentle as with his free hand, he stroked her hair softly, “there was a little girl who was very, very naughty. Now one day, this little girl wandered away from her papa and got lost in the dark, dark wood.”
Abbey found herself feeling younger as he read, becoming more innocent, more placid, less stressed about wearing only a nappy, about being his little. He had given her the dummy again as he read and she automatically sucked on it, hearing his heartbeat against her ear as she snuggled against his chest, listening to the story.
Her parents had never read her a bedtime story, it was not something she’d ever experienced but listening to his soothing voice, she found herself relaxing into him, her eyes drooping as the little girl was reunited with her Papa after a not too scary adventure in the wood. When he finished, he set the book down, kissing her forehead as she blinked up at him. “Time for bed, little Abbey,” he said, lifting her into the cot.
She pouted back at him. “Don’t want you to go.”
“Why on earth not?”
How could she word it? She didn’t say anything for a moment as she knew she couldn’t just say, “Because I’ve suddenly decided I want to know what your cock looks like.”
“Scared of the dark.”
She thought he might shout at her but instead he smiled. “I didn’t realise. Would you like me to leave the light on?”
She nodded but as he turned to go, she grabbed his hand through the bars of the cot, holding on tightly. “Don’t be naughty,” he said, trying to peel her fingers away. “It’s time for bed.”
“Please,” she said, still holding on tightly.
“If you don’t let go, there’ll be trouble, little Abbey.”
Good,” she grinned, pulling him towards her.
“Oh, you are a bad little girl,” he growled, looming over the side of the cot. “Do you want another spanking?”