Please Daddy(21)

Coco smiled, thinking it rather ironic that the first time she’d be wearing a diaper wasn’t because her daddy had decided it was time to take that step but because of the incident in the playroom. Then again, if he didn’t wish her to participate, he would have turned down Jean’s offer. By the time she was helped onto the table, her curiosity overcame her embarrassment as Nanny Jean sprinkled sweet smelling talcum powder over her privates before pulling up the thick cloth between her legs. Two bright pink pins were used to secure the fabric into place, and as she was helped down, Coco had to admit that the feeling of the thick diaper was different but not altogether horrid.

Once every girl had been changed, they were led back through the house. Mrs. Potts was setting the table and looked up at the small troupe. “Oh don’t you look precious?” she exclaimed, giving the girls a smile. “Shall I prepare bottles?”

“Yes, please,” Nanny Jean said without hesitation. “I believe suckling milk from a bottle will help reinforce my plan to have the little ones remember their places. Thank you, Mrs. Portsmith.”

Coco looked at her friends to see them all looking a bit surprised, and yet none of them said a thing. By the time they’d returned to the playroom, they all knew that Nanny Jean would make it her duty to keep them all very “little” for at least one day. Shrugging it off, Coco accepted the decision with grace. It was just another aspect of this dynamic. She wasn’t in control…those decisions were made by the adults she’d let into her life and gifted her obedience to. It might be a tad embarrassing at times, but a small price to pay for the total contentment she experienced when allowing others to guide her in her submission.

The girls’ next game was another race, except this time there were no vibrators involved. Instead, they were each given a bucket of foam blocks and instructed to build towers as high as they could…using any part of their bodies, except their hands. Giggles and moans were heard as bodies contorted to add block after block to wobbling towers. When Uncle Joe blew his whistle, Trisha was declared the winner and presented with a large stuffed octopus.

“He has a lot of arms to hug you,” Uncle Joe said.

“But your arms are the bestest,” Trisha said as she wrapped the octopus around her body and then gave her daddy a huge hug, the stuffie pressed between them.

“Oh, and Coco, you didn’t receive your prize yet,” Frank said, holding out the large kangaroo.

“But I didn’t win,” Coco said though she wanted to grab the cute stuffie.

Joe chuckled. “Yes you did, sweetie. You didn’t jump off your ball until it touched the finish line. Go ahead, the kangaroo is yours.”

Coco looked at her daddy and at his nod and smile, she took the huge animal and hugged it. “Thank you! It’s so cute! Oh!” Looking down she saw that a baby roo was tucked into the kangaroo’s pouch. Pulling it out, she gave it a quick kiss. “A daddy and a little one. Just like us!”

Dalton laughed and gave her a hug. “I think that’s a mama kangaroo.”

“Nope, it’s a daddy,” Coco countered as she tucked the smaller stuffie back inside. “Daddies keep us safe and love us even when we are naughty.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Dalton said, pulling her in for a hug and a kiss.

The last activity they enjoyed was a ride on the carousel. As Coco stood next to a pretty unicorn, waiting to be lifted on, she ran her hand over the real leather saddle. Puzzled, she paused, and gave it a closer look. “Oh,” she said softly, her eyes lifting to see her daddy grinning down at her. “Is this what I think it is?” she whispered.

“If you think those holes can be filled with all sorts of toys for a little one’s pleasure or punishment, then, yes, ladybug, it is exactly what you think,” Dalton said, reaching down to lift her onto the animal’s back. “But, not today. Those special rides are done while riding bare bottomed.”

Coco felt her face heat and a trickle of moisture leaking into her diaper. She’d read about such horses in a book by one of her favorite erotica authors. Emily Tilton had several books about age-play that she read over and over again. She couldn’t wait to discover if riding a rocking horse—well, one of the animals on this carousel, at least—was as wonderful as Caroline, the character in that series, said it was.

“Coco, are you paying attention?”

“Um, what?” she said, snapping out of her thoughts at her daddy’s question.

He chuckled and shook his head as he handed her a long pink stick.

“What’s this for?” she asked, noticing that all the girls had been seated and handed similar sticks.

“You’ll need it to try to hook the ring as you ride,” Dalton explained, pointing to a pole where a gold ring hung from a ribbon.

“Oh, that sounds like fun,” she said and then giggled.

Dalton laughed with her and leaned close. “Not as much fun as riding bare bottomed like little Caroline in those stories, but I promise, you’ll ride soon.”

Coco flushed hotter as he bent to kiss her and wondered if he meant she’d be riding a mechanical animal or one of flesh and blood. Deciding either would be wonderful, she smiled and gave a squeal as the carousel began to move, the unicorn beneath her rocking back and forth as the music played and the girls concentrated on hooking the ring.

By the time the ride was over, Maddie was the new owner of a stuffed unicorn. Coco saw the disappointment on Veronica’s face but was grateful the girl couldn’t accuse her friend of cheating as they’d been on opposite sides of the ride.

After dressing, their discarded panties tucked into daddies’ pockets, they went to enjoy lunch with a promise of swimming in the ocean after naps had been taken. A bit leery of the promised vessel in which her beverage would be served, Coco and the others discovered that while they would indeed be drinking their milk from bottles, they’d all be doing so from the confines of their cribs.

“But I don’t want to sleep in a crib,” Jenny protested. “I’m a big girl!”

“A big girl does not wear a diaper nor does she argue with her nanny or daddy,” Roger said, giving her padded butt a smack. “But, if you’d prefer to have your diaper removed and your bottom reddened first, I will be glad to accommodate you.”

“Um, no, that’s okay, Daddy,” Jenny said quickly.

Evidently knowing they’d receive the same response, the other girls didn’t complain. They thanked Mrs. Potts for the bottles she handed out, kissed their daddies, and followed Nanny Jean back to the nursery. Before climbing into her assigned crib, Coco removed the baby roo from the mama’s pouch and handed it to Jenny.

“Thanks!” Jenny said, cuddling the small stuffie.

“That was sweet, Coco,” Jean said with a smile. “Sharing is far better than being selfish. Suzy, come pick a stuffie to cuddle.” Once Suzy had, each girl now hugging a stuffed animal, climbed up into their larger than life cribs. Nanny Jean bent to tuck them beneath blankets, guided the bottles to their mouths and lifted the rails to keep them from falling out.

“Settle down and I’ll read you a story,” the nanny said, choosing a book and sitting in a rocking chair.

Coco turned onto her side to stare out the bars and listened to the story about a little girl and her daddy. Hearing the words describing how sad the girl felt after being naughty at a friend’s play party, and then how good she felt once forgiven—after the requisite spanking, of course—Coco had to wonder if all of the books in this room contained thinly concealed reminders of how a little one was supposed to be a good girl for their daddy. Still, it was a sweet tale, and by the time Nanny Jean closed the book, Coco had closed her eyes, her bottle empty. She was barely aware of it being removed and only gave a little mumble as something else was pressed between her lips. Sucking, she realized it was a pacifier. After rolling it around a bit, she smiled around the large bulb. This was an experience she’d never expected and yet found the entire nursery scenario was giving her a sense of peace and security. With a final suckle and another squeeze to the kangaroo in her arms, she fell asleep.





Chapter Eleven





Coco soon learned that little ones wearing diapers were expected to use them. When Nanny Jean returned to the nursery, in a sing-song voice, she asked, “Who needs to be changed?”

Coco looked around the room, shocked at the question and further surprised when she saw that three of her nursery-mates had their hands up. She wasn’t truly shocked to see Veronica’s, after all, the woman had worn nothing but a diaper since Coco had met her. Trisha, as well, wasn’t too much of a revelation as her best friend often regressed to a much younger age. However, seeing Maddie’s hand was a surprise. When Maddie caught Coco staring, she just shrugged and smiled as if to say, “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

As the three girls were released from the cribs and lined up in front of the changing table, Coco definitely felt the need to release her bladder. Still, it wasn’t something she thought she could ever do.

“After you are changed, we’ll find your daddies and they can put you into your swimsuits. It is such a perfect day to splash about in the water, isn’t it?” Nanny Jean changed the three girls into fresh diapers and hearing her continued enthusiasm about swimming and splashing wasn’t helping Coco much.