"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.
"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?"
Abbey almost nodded before she got control of herself.
"Or maybe something else?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "I want you to stay, Papa. Don't go."
He sighed. "If I stay in here any longer, I'm likely to do something I've never done with one of my littles. I have to go."
"What?" she asked, looking up at his conflicted face. "What will you do?"
"I … " His voice faltered. "I … oh God, I can't help it." He reached over the top of the cot, pushing her down to her knees. "It's that look on your face, I can't resist it."
Abbey stared in disbelief as he reached for the fly of his trousers, lowering it frantically and reaching inside to pull out his enormous rigid cock. It jutted towards her as he thrust it through the bars, the scent of his masculinity reaching her nostrils a second later as it brushed over her lips.
She was torn between backing away from something so intimidating and embracing it fully. He made the decision for her. "Open your mouth and keep still," he said. "Don't make a sound, don't move, just let me fuck your face. I have to fuck it."
She could almost see it throbbing as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out towards him. She was pressed up against the bars on her side and he moved closer on the other, pushing himself all the way into the back of her throat in a single motion. Reaching over the top of the cot, he grabbed hold of her head, keeping her in place as he began to thrust into her mouth. She did her best to use her lips and tongue to please him, not easy with her head clamped in place. Her jaw ached, saliva ran down her chin and she had to take what gasping breaths she could when he pulled from her before thrusting in again. Her throat grew sore as he moved ever faster, groaning above her, his cock beginning to twitch in her mouth.
"I'm going to come in your mouth," he muttered, his words losing their strength as he gripped her head more tightly, thrusting deep into her a final time. Abbey's eyes widened as his shaft twitched in place and then she felt a hot salty wetness gushing from him, almost choking her. He pulled back as it poured onto her tongue, sitting in place as she couldn't swallow with him still filling her mouth. Only when he slid from her, could she taste it properly, swallowing hungrily whilst he turned and almost ran from the room.
Unable to go after him, Abbey could do nothing but wonder if she'd done something wrong. She lay down in the cot, pulling the blankets over her and closing her eyes, picturing his cock in her mouth, thinking what it would be like to feel it inside her. Would it even fit? It was a pipe dream anyway. From the way he'd looked when he left the room, she doubted he would let her remain in his house any longer, let alone take her into his bed.
It was a long time before she slept.
Chapter Eleven
Abbey woke up the next morning to find herself in Papa's arms. "What's happening?" she asked, a yawn escaping her as he laid her down on the changing mat.
"You've slept until noon," Papa replied, undoing her nappy and tossing it into the bin. "We need to be in the village hall in an hour. I had no choice but to wake you."
"The village hall? But why?"
"Because," he said, sprinkling powder between her legs, "it is time for them to decide whether you need to remain in the nursery."
Abbey was about to speak but then his hands were rubbing the cream between her legs and her mind leapt backwards to the previous evening. Had it really happened? Could it have been a dream? She thought of the look of his cock as it slid into her mouth, the expression on his face when he came, the fact that she'd helped him to do that. He wasn't acting any different, in fact he was acting colder than ever. He barely rubbed any cream into the folds of her pussy before he grabbed her hips and spun her over, lying her on her front. "This might hurt at first," he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "but I promise it will be worth it."