Daddy's Here(31)

"What are you going to do?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder to  see him brandishing a stainless steel buttplug. "You're not, are you?"  Even as she said the words, her insides tingled at the thought of it  being inside her. Only once in her life had she slid a finger into her  bottom, following the advice in an article in her favourite magazine.  She'd felt nothing at all but pain and had written off the experiment as  a waste of time.

But as he lubricated the plug, she felt something very different, a  readiness borne of the hunger in his eyes. "Reach back and pull your  cheeks apart," he said, kneeling between her legs. She did as he asked,  feeling his gaze on her most intimate area, feeling both exposed but  protected, knowing he knew best, trusting in him.

The tip of the plug made her gasp when it touched her hole, it was  colder than she'd expected. He pushed slowly forwards and she winced as  her entrance stretched around it, the solidity of it unstoppable. It  kept moving, widening her so much she felt she was on the verge of  screaming but then it was in, her bottom retracting around it, holding  it in place inside it. The heavy presence of it was impossible to ignore  and as she was rolled onto her back, it pressed deeper into her, moving  against her insides and making her cheeks flush, her breath catching in  her throat.

"We better get moving," he said, quickly getting a nappy on her whilst  she attempted to get used to the feeling of her bottom being so solidly  filled. Standing up made it worse, gravity tugging the plug downwards  until the nappy stopped it moving any further. "Into this dress," he  said, pushing it over her shoulders, "and then get your shoes on."

They were out of the door a minute later, Abbey carried over his  shoulder to the road before being set down and beginning to walk. It  felt oddly comforting to be out in public wearing a nappy, so different  to the shame of being naked under her dress, even though it rustled  against her skin. At least her growing need to relieve herself didn't  matter, there'd be no need to rush off to a bathroom. She could use it  for its purpose and make her Papa proud of her, embrace the life of the  little.

The plug made her insides throb with desire as she walked and by the  time they reached the village hall, she was flushed and breathing hard,  doing her best to keep her expression in check as the villagers all  turned to look at her. Mr Watson was on the stage again but this time  there were no guards, just her and her Papa stood next to each other.

"We are here," Mr Watson began, "to ascertain whether this miscreant has  learned her lesson. Is she still a spoilt brat or is she a welcome  addition to our village?"

Papa turned to him and smiled. "Or is she both?"

"That's enough levity," Mr Watson snapped back at him. "Miss Moncrieff, are you quite well? You look rather uncomfortable."

"I'm fine, thank you," Abbey managed to squeak, shuffling on the spot as  her need to relieve herself grew alongside the slight movement of the  plug in her rear.         

     



 

"Then we will proceed. Have you anything to say about your crimes or your punishment before I make my judgement?"

"Yes, Sir. I would like to apologise to you all for what I did and also to thank you."

"To thank us?"

"Yes, Sir. If it was not for your actions, I would not have met my Papa here."

Mr Watson coughed. "I am not sure that is entirely appropriate. Why are you looking at him like that?"

"Oh, I admire him, that's all."

Mr Watson stared at her before moving his eyes to her Papa. "I will see you both in my room for a moment. This way."

He stood up, moving to the back of the stage, pushing open a door and  then vanishing through it. Abbey followed, each step making her wince  with a mixture of pressure, pleasure, and pain all wrapped up together.

She slowly made her way through the door, finding herself in a small  office. Mr Watson had already sat behind his desk, looking down at her  hips. "What's inside that nappy?" he asked.

"I'm not sure that's a reasonable question to ask a lady," Abbey replied.

"You are not a lady again until I say so. There is something in there, I  can tell. No little looks like that without something going on. Get  that nappy off."

"I'd rather she kept it on," Papa said, speaking for her.

"I don't care what you'd rather do. Get it off."

Abbey looked up at her Papa and he nodded reluctantly back at her. She  reached down and undid the sides of the nappy, letting it fall to the  floor.

"Turn round," Mr Watson said. Abbey did as he asked, hearing his sharp  intake of breath as he saw the base of the plug protruding obscenely  from her. "What on earth is that?"

"It's my plug, Sir."

"A plug is not suitable for littles, you filthy whore. Get it out and get out of here right now."

"But … "

"And as for you," he said, pointing a finger at her Papa. "You're  clearly no longer fit to be the village Papa. I will see to it that no  one else will ever attend your nursery." He turned back to Abbey who was  wincing as she slowly began to pull the plug out. "Are you still here?  Get out, I said. Get out and go home!"

Abbey left, the plug still inside her as she ran past the rows of  villagers, not stopping until she reached her house. The front door hung  open just as if she'd only been gone a few minutes. She darted inside  and slammed it shut, leaning against it and bursting into tears.





Chapter Twelve





She was still crying when someone knocked on the door a few minutes  later. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she did her best to  appear normal as she pulled the door open. A grin spread across her  features as she saw her Papa standing there, looking concerned as he  stepped inside. "Are you all right, little Abbey? You look upset."

"Of course I'm upset," she replied. "He told me I can't see you anymore. He called me a whore."

"That was my fault, I shouldn't have put the plug in you."

"Why did you?"

He sighed, walking past her into the nearest room. Throwing a box off an  armchair, he sat down, looking round at all the chaos the removal men  had left. "I need to be honest with you," he said, motioning for her to  sit. She perched on the edge of a box, the plug pushing itself further  into her as she did so. "The plug was mine, it was not part of the  nursery, nor is it part of being a little."

"What is it for then?"

"It was to test you, to see how obedient you were. I didn't think you  would agree to keep it in but when you obeyed me all the way to the  village hall, I panicked, I thought maybe if I said nothing, no one in  there would notice but damn that Watson, he's like a bloody hawk."

"But why did you need to test me?"

"Don't you get it, Abbey? It's because you're special. I thought that  from the minute I saw you enter the club. I spilled the drink on you to  test you and by God, I was right. I never had anyone come through my  door who has been such a completely perfect little girl for me. You made  me feel things I have never felt before. The first time I spanked you, I  had to resist fucking you there and then. You are beautiful and  submissive yet defiant, you've a brain in your head and you do things to  me with that mouth of yours that … " He fanned his face. "I must stop  talking about it, I'm not your Papa anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"They've told me I'm not the village Papa anymore, I'm not fit to  discipline anyone after what I did. You don't need to be with me  anymore."         

     



 

"What if I want to be with you?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Abbey stood up, walking over to him and climbing onto his lap, curling  up against his chest. "What if I remain your little Abbey and you my  Papa?" She blinked innocently up at him. "How does that sound?"

"You mean, permanently?"

She nodded. "Maybe."

"I … I don't know. Are you sure you've thought this through? Would you  really be happy submitting to me like that? Wearing what I tell you?  Doing what I tell you?"

"You're my Papa," she replied, running a hand down his chest. "You know what's best for me."

His hand went to her back, stroking it gently. "That's right," he said quietly. "I do know what's best for you. Now stand up."

"Yes, Papa." At once she was on her feet, standing with her hands behind her back, wanting to please him.

"This place is a mess," he said, waving his arms at the boxes behind  him. "A good little girl keeps her rooms tidy for her Papa."

"I am sorry, Papa."

"Sorry is not good enough. Put your hands on that windowsill and do not move."

Abbey did as he asked, bending forwards, staring at the garden outside  as he moved towards her. He lifted her dress to expose her bottom and  she wondered how she looked with the plug still sticking out of her. His  hand slammed down on her buttocks a second later, pushing the plug deep  into her. It had barely returned to its normal place before he spanked  her again. His hand slapped down on her right buttock with enough force  to make her cry out, her mouth still open when he did it again.