Daddy's Here(29)

She remained still, listening intently to the sound of him standing up.  She heard the rustle of fabric and then a movement she recognised, a  rhythmic thudding of his hand, his breathing becoming laboured. She knew  exactly what he was doing but she had no idea why he was doing it. He  was touching himself whilst staring at her reddened behind. He was  staring at the body he had control over, the woman … no, the little he had  control over, he had marked her as his own and he was showing his power  by keeping her in place.

She realised her heart was racing and her own breathing was becoming  ragged as his movements sounded faster. Was he about to … ? Surely he  wasn't going to … ?

She heard a slight grunt and then felt a hot wetness land directly on  her bottom, trickling down her buttocks as he moved around the table,  his cock already back inside his trousers. "Do not move," he said again,  pushing open a door and vanishing. He returned a moment later carrying a  plate, a sandwich with salad spilling over the edge. He sat down  opposite her and began to eat, chewing slowly whilst staring at her  without blinking.

The table dug into Abbey's hips, the coldness of the wood making her  nipples tingle as he stared at her. She wanted to move her legs but she  didn't dare, having no idea how he'd react, not wanting to let him down.  She could feel his cum on her skin, proof that she belonged to him, at  least for now. She could turn and run. She'd be out the door before he  could stop her. But she didn't move. She couldn't move. Not only because  she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life but far more  importantly, he'd told her not to.         

     



 





Chapter Nine





Abbey shivered in place as she waited for him to return. Papa had been  gone for over an hour, leaving her draped over the table in position for  him. She didn't dare move away from her place, the ever present ache in  her posterior reminding her of the consequences of disobeying him. Not  only that, she was worried she would disappoint him. In such a short  time, she had become his little. If he wanted her to remain bent over  the dining room table, it was for her own good, even if she didn't  understand why. It was not her place to understand why, it was his. He  was her Papa and he knew what was best for her.

"You may stand." His voice was enough to make her smile unconsciously  and she eased herself upright, her back twinging from such a prolonged  time in one position. As she shuffled on the spot, bringing life back to  her legs, he lifted a dress up and onto her head, lowering it over her  shoulders until it fell into place.

Abbey looked down at herself. It was a short frock, a dark pink with  white lace around her neck, the hem of it frilly and light. "What do you  think?" he asked as she ran her hands down the front of the dress.

"I think it's perfect," she grinned, throwing her arms round him, so grateful that she wasn't naked anymore, "Thank you, Papa."

"You're welcome, little Abbey. Now we'll just get a nappy on you and  then we'll go for a short stroll, get some fresh air before bed."

"A stroll? You mean, go outside?"

"It would be hard to get fresh air in the house. Is there some problem?"

His face darkened momentarily, long enough for Abbey to wonder if she'd  angered him. "It's just, do I have to go out with a nappy on?"

"You are a little. It will stop you having any accidents."

"I am hardly likely to have an accident."

"You almost did this morning."

"That was different."

"Was it?" His eyebrows raised, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a  nappy. "Come through to the nursery and let's get this on you."

"I don't want to."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, I don't want to."

"Are you refusing to do what you're told?"

"I can't wear a nappy in public, not in a dress like this. People will see it."

A smile flickered across his face as he put the nappy away again. "So you don't want to wear a nappy in public? Is that right?"

She nodded. "Please don't make me."

"Oh, I won't make you, I'm not an ogre. Come on then, off we go."

"Wait, what?"

"You don't want to wear a nappy. I won't make you wear one. But you  better not have an accident while we are out. I am trusting you, little  Abbey."

"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.