Please Daddy(26)

“I’m fine, Daddy.”

“You most certainly are,” he said. “You’re the finest little ladybug in the entire world.” Fingertips tickled her side and she squealed and giggled.

“Daddy, don’t! That tickles!”

Dalton chuckled and bent to kiss her, not releasing her until she was breathless. “You tickle me,” he teased. She wondered why he was being so silly but loved his attention. They shared another kiss before he helped her off his lap and helped her upend her mold. Coco became aware that Uncle Joe was giving Trisha the same attention and thought it was just like the men in this group. They punished hard, and yet they were so quick to forgive and to love. When the men went for another round of water, she filled her mold with more enthusiasm.

“I don’t understand.”

Turning her head, she saw Veronica looking out towards the water. “Your daddies love you a lot. Even when you’ve been bad they love you.”

Coco gave Trisha a look to see she was listening and just as surprised as she. “Yes, that’s what daddies do.” It wasn’t just the truth but the only thing Coco could think to say.

“And we don’t call it ‘bad,’ when we mess up. As my daddy says, we might be naughty at times, but we are never ‘bad girls.’ ”

“What’s the difference?” Veronica asked, spooning another shovelful of sand into her mold.

Coco had never really considered it before. “I suppose that no one wants to think of themselves as a bad person—”

“You all think I’m a bad person,” Veronica interrupted, lifting her gaze to capture Coco’s.

“No…I mean…um…well, maybe if you tried to be a little nicer,” Coco suggested, wondering if her words would be heeded or soon thrown back into her face.

Veronica didn’t give her the answer and didn’t speak again as their castle began to rise. If the men noticed the fact that there were a lot less squeals of joy in their spot than the other team’s, they didn’t mention it. Though Coco often saw one or the other of the men exchanging knowing looks before looking at Carlton. She’d also seen them speaking as they walked back and forth from the water and yet hadn’t been able to hear a word they’d said.

She was bending forward and patting sand around a mold that had crumbled a bit when her daddy asked her a question.

“Tell me, ladybug, are you mad?”

She turned to look back at him. “Mad? No, the sand was just too loose.”

“No, sweetie, I mean are you mad that your bottom is still very red?”

Setting back on her heels, she wondered why he’d ask such a silly question. Giving Trisha a glance, she also saw that Veronica was looking at her. Suddenly, she had an inkling of what was happening. Turning back to her daddy, she shook her head. “No, sir. I know I was naughty. You were just a good daddy and gave me a spanking to remind me that naughtiness is not nice. I promise I’m not mad. I’m glad that you love me enough to take me in hand when I step out of bounds even if it does make my bottom ache.”

Dalton smiled and leaned forward. “I do love you, very, very much, ladybug.” He bent to kiss her and she felt her heart fill. God, she loved this man.

A half-hour later, Joe called the contest as it was getting close to dinner time. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that their creation was not the winner. The castle made by the other team had turrets with tiny flags made from seaweed flying and a moat lined with sea shells. “It’s beautiful,” Coco said, giving Jenny a hug. “Your team is definitely the winner.”

“Everyone agree?” Joe, ever the diplomat, asked and the vote was unanimous—even Veronica lifted her hand half way.

“All right then, there are stuffies waiting for you three. Let’s get cleaned up for dinner and I’ll present them then, okay?”

“Yes, Uncle Joe,” the winning girls shouted. Everyone gathered their belongings and though she was allowed to slip her flip-flops back on, both Coco and Trisha remained bare bottomed on the walk back to the house.



“Okay, ladybug, into the shower with you,” Dalton said once they reached their room. “I bet you’ve got sand in places you never imagined.”

Coco knew that to be true, she’d wanted to scratch and rub at her privates for the past hour and once he’d untied her top and removed it, additional clumps of sand falling to the tile floor, she eagerly jumped into the shower, lifting her face to the warm spray descending from the overhead rain head. Her daddy joined her and she leaned against him as he poured shampoo into his palm.

“Okay, eyes closed and head back,” he instructed and when she complied, he began to wash her hair.

“That feels so good,” she moaned as his fingers massaged her scalp.

“I love washing you,” Dalton said, “Every inch of you.” He finished her hair, running his fingers through it until he was positive all the suds were gone.

Coco moaned again as his hands slipped around her to cup her breasts, fingers stroking over nipples that were taut and aching to be plucked. No matter how many times he made love to her, she was instantly ready for him again. When he turned her and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping when he lowered her onto his cock.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, leaning her head against his chest.

He continued to lift and lower her until her head arched back, and she was begging to come. “Yes, little one, come for me.”

She felt her body tense and then release into wave after wave of bliss. Her daddy continued to thrust in and out of her until it was his turn to moan as he enjoyed his own release. He held her until she stopped trembling, kissing her neck, her cheeks and her mouth as the water began to turn cold and she shivered.

“We better make the rest of this quick,” he said, lifting her off and setting her back onto her feet. They finished their shower and after drying her body and then her hair, he led her back into the bedroom to dress for dinner.

“Okay, lay back,” he directed as he went to a drawer and came back with a diaper. Coco sighed but obeyed, her daddy lifting her legs again and sliding the cloth underneath her. She moaned as he patted her bottom. “You’re still awfully red and hot.” He lowered her legs only to lift them again a moment later, shaking down the thermometer he’d retrieved.

Coco knew her face was as hot as her bottom. He’d never before taken her temperature in this position, one hand wrapped around both her ankles, her legs high in the air, her ass lifted slightly off the bed.

“Reach down and pull your cheeks open. Daddy only has one hand,” he instructed. Once she had her cheeks spread, he slowly slid the glass tube deep, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. She tried not to squirm too much, surrendering to his control. Every twirl of the tube had her remembering being taken by her daddy and had her wondering when he’d again sink into her heinie. She no longer feared it, but she was a little surprised to discover that she couldn’t wait for him to do so again.

“Soon,” he said and she flushed hotter knowing he’d read her thoughts again. “But for now, let’s check to see if you are running a temperature. You were such a good girl for Daddy,” he praised as he slipped the tube from her. Evidently satisfied that the heat came from just her punishment, he lowered her legs and her bottom settled on the white cloth.

“Ladybug, what do you think about being diapered?”

Coco felt her tummy flip and her face heat at the question. Or was her body just reacting to the fact that he’d asked it while stroking his fingers along her sex? Either way, she wasn’t sure what to say. “Wha…what do you mean?”

His eyes found hers and his eyebrow quirked. “It’s not a test, Coco. I just would like to know how you felt about it. I know we’ve discussed it a bit, but, well, I also know that you didn’t expect it to happen…not like it did anyway.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Was it absolutely horrid or can you see yourself accepting and perhaps even enjoying the experience?”

She didn’t immediately answer. This was another reason why she loved him so much. Dalton never assumed anything about their dynamic. Instead, they’d had countless conversations about what they both liked or, granted mostly in her case only, what she didn’t like or feel comfortable with including in their chosen lifestyle. He never judged, never demanded, constantly telling her that her gift of submission was an incredible one…one he’d treasure and never take for granted. So, how did she feel? Squirming a bit, feeling the soft cloth beneath her, remembering her surprise at how the fluffy fabric had felt between her legs. How for some unfathomable reason, she’d felt almost…well cocooned within its embrace.

“To be honest, I expected to hate it, but I don’t. It makes me feel…um, even littler if that makes sense.”

He smiled. “It makes perfect sense.” Being Dalton, a man she knew who took the time to consider every aspect of something before moving on, he asked another question. “And using it? Having to come to me and ask to be changed? How did that make you feel?”

She considered the embarrassment she’d felt when learning she was expected to actually use the diaper, but mostly remembered how he’d made it so easy for her and how it had felt to watch her daddy care for her, changing her so tenderly, the smile on his lips and the look of love in his eyes—she had her answer.