Abbey's face flickered just long enough for him to frown and look at her closely. "Oh, you have? I'm surprised. Who was it? Your father?"
"My mother," Abbey whispered, not even sure why he deserved an answer.
"When you were very small, I presume?"
Abbey nodded.
"Well, what happens here will be quite different to the spankings of a babe in arms. Trust me on that one."
"What … what does happen here?"
"I look after little girls like you."
Chapter Six
When Papa told Abbey to lay on her back, she did as he asked. She didn't think she had much choice. He was towering over her on the nursery floor and he looked so large, she felt he could probably squash her flat if he chose to put those boots of his on her. But he didn't crush her. Instead his smile filled with warmth as she rolled onto her back and looked up at him, fear filling her at the sight of his joy. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her hands automatically folding across her chest.
"I've already told you, your Papa isn't going to do anything like that. I'm here to teach you how to be a grown up."
"By spanking me?"
"Not just that. First, I make you little, then I mould you into the right sort of big."
"You make me little?"
"Exactly?"
"What does that mean?"
"Well first of all, I'm going to take your clothes off you." He ignored her sharp intake of breath. "Then I'm going to shave you, powder you, put a nappy on you, give you a dummy and then put you to bed."
Abbey reeled as his words sank in. "You're what?"
"You heard me. Now let's begin, shall we?"
"No, please," she muttered as he reached for her dressing gown cord. She tried to push his hands away but he ignored her, taking the cord and untying it, pulling the two halves apart to reveal her night attire. "Looks expensive," he said, her hands still fighting his. "It would be a shame to have to rip it off you but if you don't stop fighting me, I will."
Abbey's hands fell slowly away from his. "Please," she muttered again. "Don't do this."
"You do not make the decisions anymore," he said, pulling her arms so she was forced into a sitting position. He slid the gown from her shoulders as she looked up at him, willing him to stop. He might have said he wasn't going to fuck her, but what was he going to do? As he took hold of her vest and slid it up over her chest, she tried to stop him, hearing the ripping sound of it being torn in half a second later. "That was your own fault," he said, tossing the vest aside and shoving her in the chest, pushing her back down to the ground.
The touch of his fingers near her left breast as he pushed her made Abbey quake with fear. That was nothing compared to the turmoil of emotions that ran through her as he took hold of her shorts and slid them slowly down her legs, putting them aside with her dressing gown before glancing down at her body. "Keep still," he said as her hands went to cover herself. "Arms by your side and keep them there."
"Please, let me go."
"You can go when you've learned your lesson. Now legs apart for me, bend your knees a little, that's it."
Abbey felt like she was stuck in the middle of the world's most obscene medical examination. He was staring between her legs. "Looks like I don't need to shave you," he said. "That's good, little Abbey. It'll make this part quicker."
Abbey glanced down at him. "What's that?" she asked, staring at the tub in his hand.
"Just some powder to stop you getting a rash."
"Powder? What kind of powder?" She didn't even care. It was as if asking questions was her only way of maintaining any semblance of control, stopping her mind from breaking in two completely.
"Baby powder," he said, unscrewing the lid.
"But I'm not a baby."
"Ever used baby oil?"
"That's not the point."
"Not everything made for babies has to be used just for them. You're my little while you're here and littles have powder put on them before they wear nappies."
"You're not serious about the nappy?"
"No more questions. You're starting to annoy me. Now keep still and this'll soon be over."
He shook the tub over her hips and white powder floated down through the air, landing on her skin in a soft blanket. Setting the tub down beside him, he began rubbing the powder into her, starting at her hips and moving slowly down towards the tops of her legs.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, shuffling on the spot as his hands moved towards the top of her thighs.
"Because you've been naughty," he replied, pushing her legs apart as she tried to press her thighs together. His fingers slid along the creases at the very tops of her thighs, moving down and around to the arc of her buttocks, pressing powder into the valley of her bottom, sliding back up and then around either side of her pussy.
Abbey froze when he touched the soft folds of her pussy, the feel of his fingers sliding over her making her body tense up and her mind go into overdrive. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to punch him and call the police and do anything to stop this. But she didn't do any of that. Instead she lay perfectly still and tried to control her breathing as his fingers moved together and began rubbing the last of the powder over the top of her pussy, pressing a little harder when he was near her clit, as if aware that doing so was taking all the control away from her, showing her just how much power her had over her in that moment.
"Now the cream," he said, reaching for another tub. "Nearly done."
His hands travelled in the same path, sliding cooling lotion into her skin. By the time he reached her pussy again, she felt as if she were floating above herself, looking down on what was happening. But then he brushed over her clit with the cream and his touch was so tender and soft that despite her fear, she sank back into her body. He touched her there again and then his finger slid down towards her entrance and as it did so two feelings hit her at once. One was arousal and the other was guilt. She didn't move, she didn't react, she didn't say anything but the touch of his finger sliding back up to her clit turned her on more than she would have ever thought possible. At the same time a tidal wave of shame washed over her. She couldn't get turned on by such a touch. She shouldn't get turned on by it. It was wrong. It was all wrong.
She was still getting over the shock of her reaction when he brandished the nappy before her. It was adult sized though covered in images of dolls and it crinkled as he pulled it open, lifting her legs with one hand to push it under her behind.
"You're not serious about this?" she asked as he pulled the bottom of the nappy up between her legs, pressing the sides in place before sitting back and smiling.
"There," he said. "Does that answer your question?"
He held out a hand and she put hers in his, watching it swallow her fingers as he lifted her to her feet. She stood in only the nappy and felt utterly ashamed as he pushed a dummy into her mouth in a motion that was almost tender in its gentleness. "Now into bed," he said, lifting her up and placing her down inside the cot. He lowered the side enough to place a blanket over her, stroking her forehead as she blinked up at him, feeling her eyes closing, a gentle lullaby playing from hidden speakers. "You don't need to worry about anything anymore, little Abbey," he whispered, still stroking her forehead. "Your Papa will look after you from now on. You just rest a little. You must be very tired."
Abbey wanted to spit out the dummy and run but even as the thought of escape flashed through her mind, her eyes began to close. It might have been the overbearing heat of the room or the soft tinkle of the lullaby but whatever it was, it had the desired effect and in under a minute she was fast asleep, her last thought coming in the shape of a question, a question that came from nowhere. She wondered what it would feel like if her new Papa were to kiss her.
Chapter Seven
Abbey woke up in desperate need of the toilet. She had no idea how long she had slept for, only that her bladder was in absolute agony. She sat up, confused for a moment as she tried to work out where on earth she was. The dummy had fallen from her mouth and the sight of it on the blanket brought everything flooding back to her.
The nappy rustled and rubbed against her skin as she stood up and tried to climb out of the cot. The sides were just too high. "Hey," she called out. "You out there. I need the bathroom!" There was no response. "Papa!" she shouted. "Papa, please let me out."
The door to the nursery opened and there he was, smiling in at her. "I'm glad you called me Papa," he said, taking slow steps towards her. "It takes some of my littles a long time to learn the right name for me. Did you sleep well?"