Please Daddy(27)

“It was embarrassing but I realized that even with something as…as intimate as having to change me, you made me feel very loved.”

“That’s because you are very loved,” he said, bending to give her a gentle kiss that had her insides warming.

“Daddy? What do you think about it?”

He stroked a finger down her cheek. “You were honest with me and I will reciprocate. I felt very honored to accept the responsibility for my little one on yet another level. I do so adore all your special little panties but, well, if you are willing, I wouldn’t mind seeing my ladybug in a diaper every now and then.”

Coco couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “Trisha said she wears diapers when she feels really stressed or when Uncle Joe thinks she needs to be reminded of her place. I don’t want to wear one all the time…or even often, but I think that some days, it would be nice to sit on your lap and be cuddled and…” she paused but knew she the only way to let her darkest desires be known was to voice them. “Be cradled while you fed me a bottle.”

“I would be glad to do that whenever you need, Coco. So you’re saying we should add a few diapers to our play?”

She nodded, her heart clutching a bit knowing that this man, her husband and her wonderful daddy would make sure she felt safe and loved for as long as she lived.

He picked up the container of talcum powder and then Coco smiled when before he sprinkled it, he first bent to kiss her pussy…as he always did before pulling up her panties.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said once he helped her off the bed and buttoned up her dress.

“Thank you, honey,” he said as he dressed himself. Taking her hand, they left the room.

“Daddy? Are you and Uncle Joe trying to help Uncle Carlton be a better daddy?”

Dalton stopped walking and looked down at her. “You think he needs help?”

She hesitated for a moment, unfamiliar with speaking so freely about the men who helped her in this dynamic and then nodded. “Yes, I do. I know that Veronica isn’t happy and…well, her daddy doesn’t seem to care. I think that’s sad.”

“It is,” Dalton agreed, giving her hand a squeeze. “But, I promise her daddy does care. We just think he might need a bit of guidance. You know that sometimes it’s hard to be a little? That when we first started, you were a bit frightened of all that was different, strange?” She nodded, well remembering several times when she questioned if she was just wired wrong. “Well, believe it or not, daddies feel the same things at times. We want to be everything to our little ones. We don’t want to make mistakes or to have our special girls question if they’ve made the right choice in offering such a beautiful gift to their daddy. Uncle Joe and Trisha helped us and now it’s our turn to help another. Think you can help Daddy do that?”

“I’ll try,” Coco promised, unsure of what that would entail but knew that without Trisha’s love, friendship and help, it was unlikely she ever would have been able to meet and become so close to the other girls and their daddies. Giving him another smile, she lifted onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “I just hope it helps.”



The group gathered in the dining room, everyone sand-free and squeaky clean. The girls were once again in pretty dresses of various colors but beneath each one, diapers were snugged around bottoms. Once they were all seated, Mrs. Potts served another delicious meal of baked chicken and macaroni and cheese. Green beans with bits of bacon served as the vegetable and hot, freshly baked yeast rolls were waiting to be plucked from a bread basket. Coco had just bitten into one filled with butter and honey when Veronica jumped up from her chair so hard that it toppled over backwards.

“Princess—”

“No! Don’t call me that,” she said, reaching up to remove the tiara and toss it to the floor. “I’m not a princess. I’m a horrid person—”

“No, honey, don’t say that,” Carlton said, pushing back his own chair and reaching for her.

Coco and the others watched as she stepped away. “Please, I have to say this. I have to!”

Carlton looked around the table and then nodded. “All right. Let’s go to our room.”

“No,” Coco’s head whipped to her right to see her daddy shaking his. “That’s not how this needs to go.” Dalton paused and then looked at Carlton. “Your little one is being very brave and trying to tell you what she needs. I suggest you listen closely.”

Coco looked back to see Carlton hesitate and then nod. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

Veronica swiped her hands across cheeks where real tears fell freely. “I-I keep trying to but you aren’t really listening…I-I didn’t know what to do so I thought that if you saw the other daddies punishing their little ones and that they still loved them, that you’d maybe understand that I-I wanted the same.” She looked around the table.

“I’m sorry for getting you all in trouble. Suzy didn’t mean to bump into me, Jenny didn’t say my tiara was ugly, and it was an accident when Maddie’s ball knocked me over. Trisha…she was right when she called me Princess Icky—”

“Patricia Jackson!”

“No, Uncle…I mean Mr. Jackson. Please don’t be angry. She’s only telling the truth. I have been icky…to all of you. I just…just don’t know what to do but go home and promise never to bother you again.”

“Oh, honey, that’s not necessary,” Joe said, “All of us, the girls and your uncles—”

“No, thank you, but I don’t deserve to call any of you uncle…or friend. I just ask you to forgive me.”

“Prin…Veronica, sweetheart, this not your fault, it is mine,” Carlton said, taking the few steps and then pulling her into his arms. “It is a daddy’s responsibility to take care of his little one’s needs and it is quite obvious that I’ve failed you. I suppose I was just worried that if I pushed you too far too fast, you’d decide that you didn’t want to live this lifestyle. I know that you’ve had a bad experience before and, well, I need to ask for your forgiveness. I love you so very much.”

“Oh, Daddy, I love you too,” Veronica said.

Coco felt her heart swell but knew it would take more than a few words of love for the young woman to believe his sincerity. She waited for her daddy to speak but he only reached beneath the table and took her hand. When Carlton spoke, everyone turned back to the couple.

“What I see is that you are unhappy and it is my job to change that.” He set Veronica back from him. “I’m going to be the daddy you need from now on, if you’ll give me a second chance?”

Veronica didn’t speak but nodded her head.

“Thank you. And, young lady, I’m going to start right this minute. You’ve admitted being a very very ba…naughty girl and what happens to naughty girls?”

Coco smiled when Veronica looked towards Trisha and then her before she looked up at her daddy. “They get spanked.”

“That’s right. Naughty girls get their bottoms heated…their bare bottoms, don’t they?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

They all watched as he bent to right the chair she’d knocked over, moving it back from the table before taking a seat. “All right, Prin…no. From now on, your special little name is—”

When he paused, Veronica smiled and said, “Nikki?”

“Nikki. Yes, I like that,” Carlton said, pulling her to stand between his legs. “All right, Nikki. Tell me why I’m going to pull your diaper down and spank your bottom until it is very hot and red.”

Coco felt her insides spasm at hearing words she was sure every woman in the room had heard a hundred times and would hear hundreds more throughout their lifetimes.

“Because I was naughty, Daddy. I lied and got my…the other girls in trouble.”

“No, not ‘other girls,’ ” Dalton spoke up. “Friends, Nikki. Every girl here is ready to be your friend if you want.”

“I-I do,” Nikki said, again giving each of the girls a look. Coco was so pleased to see each give her a nod and a smile in return before she looked at her daddy again.

“Because I lied and got my friends in trouble…that was wrong and I know I need to be punished. Will you help me learn, Daddy?”

“From this moment forward,” Carlton promised. Without further ado, he reached beneath her dress and pulled her diaper down to her ankles. Guiding her over his knees, he lifted her dress high onto her back, baring her bottom for what Coco was positive was the first time in view of others.

The first two smacks were rather tentative but with each one, it seemed he grew more confident and soon each crack was accompanied by a mew or a yelp and soon Nikki’s feet were kicking and her hands reached back.

“Naughty girl,” Carlton said, capturing her hands and pinning them at the small of her back. “Little girls do not try to cover their bottoms when they are getting a spanking they’ve earned. That, little one, just earned you extra.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Nikki yelped as her spanking resumed at a brisker pace. Coco squirmed in her chair and noticed that she wasn’t the only one to do so. Yes, she agreed that it was way past time that Veronica got her comeuppance, but having experienced a blistering only a few hours earlier, she could easily sympathize with the woman’s present painful situation.