“Very nicely done,” he praised, stroking her cheek. “You may finish.” Pulling completely free, he enjoyed the feel of her small hand as it moved to hold him, fingers encircling his flesh as she began to give little swipes of her tongue, making sure she cleaned him of every drop of his remaining seed. Once she was done, she gave his cockhead a final kiss, then tucked him back into his pants, zipping them up. He smiled and opened his arms. With a lunge, she launched herself at him.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” she said as his arms wrapped around her.
“I know, Coco. You did very well. All is forgiven.” He just held her, kissing the top of her head, her cheeks, and then her mouth before setting her on the bed, grinning when she squirmed but proud when she didn’t kneel up or attempt to relieve the pressure on her bottom. Moving to the dresser, he opened the top drawer, his eyes skimming the contents. Though most of her “Little” clothing was kept in her room across the hall, he kept several nightgowns and pairs of panties in his room. Making his choice, he shut the drawer and opened the one beneath. Taking the items to the bed, he smiled down at his love.
“Arms up,” he said and then slid the gown over her head when she obeyed. Lifting her to stand, her hands on his shoulders to keep herself steady, she gave her first smile in the past hour when she saw the panties he was holding for her to step into. They had no halos, flowers, cartoon characters, or cute little animals. Instead of words, rows and rows of ruffles decorated the back. After stepping into them, he drew them up to her knees, bending forward to kiss her sex, tasting the honey she was totally incapable of keeping from flowing even when being punished. Her little moan, the tightening of her fingers on his shoulders and the little tilt of her hips told him of her need for release. Giving her another kiss, he pulled away and continue to pull the panties into place. Releasing them at her waist, he ran his hand over the ruffles, the white cloth not disguising the fact that she’d been well punished, the fabric appearing to be tinged pink as it hugged her spanked cheeks. Lifting her off the bed, he held her in the air, her facial cheeks quite flushed, her eyes advertising her lust.
He smiled, gave her a quick kiss and then set her on her feet and patted her bottom. After running the same brush he’d used to blister her behind through her curls, he quickly had her hair plaited into pigtails. “We’ve made Mrs. Dryer wait long enough,” he said as he led her from the room. Her glance back towards the bed had him chuckling. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“Not really,” she said.
“Daddy’s cream does not count as dinner.” Adoring the color that instantly suffused her cheeks, he continued. “We will both have a nice meal and afterwards, I’ll be even more ready for my favorite dessert of honey and cream.” He watched her eyes light up and grinned while he added, “That is only if my darling girl eats every bite of her dinner.” He adored the fact that her cheeks flushed a brighter pink, and her smile lit her entire face. It was she who slipped her hand from his, skipping ahead in her rush to finish their dinner. His steps didn’t quicken as he rather enjoyed the view. The ruffles of her panties peeked out beneath the short white nightie, her reddened thighs contrasting vividly making just as exquisite a view as did the sight of this woman when dressed in an elegant gown for any one of the many formal events they attended. Reaching the dining room, he grinned seeing her standing by her chair waiting as required. Pulling out the chair, he then lifted her onto it, smiling again at the slight moan landing on her bottom brought from her lips. Dalton bent to kiss the top of her head before seating himself as Mrs. Dryer brought in their meal.
Chapter Four
When Daddy had finally set his napkin next to his plate and stood, Colette wanted nothing more than to leap from her chair. The fact that it had been uncomfortable sitting on her bottom was only one reason. With every single bite of her dinner, she’d imagined the man seated next to her taking a nibble of his own…of her flesh. The panties he’d just put her into were quite damp with her salacious thoughts and the fact that he’d grinned as he lifted her onto his hip assured her that he was well aware that his little one was aroused. It had been hard not to protest when he’d returned them to the master bedroom but didn’t immediately toss her onto the bed and fall upon her to enjoy, as he’d stated, his dessert. The disappointment was only momentary as he carried her into the adjoining bath and she saw that the large claw-footed tub was not only full, wisps of steam could be seen making their way into the atmosphere despite the mounds of bubbles attempting to hold them prisoner.
It had taken a few minutes for him to free her hair of their braids, only a second to pull her nightgown over her head before time seemed to warp as her panties were slowly, very slowly lowered.
“What do we have here?” Dalton asked, his hands keeping her panties at her knees where they had turned inside out. “Did my little one have an accident?”
“Daddy!” she said, her face feeling hot and her stomach filling with butterflies.
“What, ladybug? Look at these little panties. Why they are soaking wet.” He looked up at her, the ignorance he attempted with the widening of his eyes ruined with the quirk of his lips and the dimple appearing in his cheek. One of his hands moved to cup her dripping sex as he continued the pretense. “Goodness, Coco, you are positively dripping.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, squirming at the delicious feel of his thick finger that was running along the seam of her sex.
“Well, what else is Daddy supposed to think if not that his little girl didn’t make it to the potty on time? Perhaps I should tell Mrs. Dryer to pack some diapers for our trip.”
The butterflies that had taken flight with his touch began to dive bomb in her tummy at his words. Had he said diapers? Just the thought of the possibility had her breathing quicken. What if a suitcase burst open to spill the diapers across the floor of the airport? Oh, God, what if some TSA agent decided to choose them at random for a full luggage check? She’d just die if some stranger held up an adult sized diaper and asked for an explanation of its presence in their suitcase. Knowing her daddy, she could easily imagine him informing the agent and anyone standing near that it was quite obviously a diaper for his “little one.” And finally, what if her daddy were serious and decided that she would be diapered? Though he’d often spoken of his desire to put her into diapers, it was not something he’d done yet. While the thought of wearing a diaper and being regressed into an age that would include being held in his arms and fed from a bottle wasn’t completely abhorrent to her, it was still not something they had yet tried. Deciding that perhaps ignorance was indeed bliss, she simply gave another soft moan as he pushed a fingertip inside her pussy.
“Well, let’s get you into the bath before it becomes cold, shall we?” he said, giving her a grin as he finally allowed her to step from the sodden panties. Though she very much regretted the removal of his finger, she gave another moan when he lifted her into the waiting tub. She giggled as her body disappeared from view with the bubbles encasing every inch except for her head. It felt marvelous even if her behind had protested against the additional heat.
“Daddy?” she asked as he sat on the stool by the tub and reached for the washcloth and lavender body wash.
“Yes, ladybug?”
“Did Mrs. Dryer pack my ‘big girl or little girl’ clothes?” His response could give her the answer as to if he were indeed serious about the diaper comment.
“Now, if I answered that, it might spoil the surprise,” he said, effectively evading her question. “You’ll have to wait.”
Pouting a bit as he lifted the cloth to her face, she said, “But I hate waiting!”
He chuckled, and after washing her face, leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “But you do love surprises.”
That was true and though she had always had a hard time not spilling what gift she had chosen for anyone’s birthday, wedding, or other special occasions, this man treated surprises as if they were state secrets which early revelation could send him to the gallows for treason. There was not a single thing she could do to pull a secret out of him before he decided to divulge it. Letting it go, she took pleasure in the feel of the soft cloth against her skin and the aroma of lavender that seemed to expand to fill the bathroom.
She lifted each arm and then each leg, giggling when he spent a few minutes tweaking her toes, squealing when the tickling threatened to have her slide beneath the water’s surface. With his instruction, she bent forward so he could wash her back and then moaned again when the cloth ran across her breasts, his fingers finding her taut nipples, giving each of them a special, very thorough scrubbing of their own.
By the time he ordered her to stand, she could only pray her legs would hold her.
“Bend over and grab the edge, sweetie,” Dalton said, applying more bath gel to the cloth. “Legs apart. Daddy needs to make sure your kitty is nice and clean.” Her breath hitched as she obeyed, her legs wide, her fingers gripping the tub’s edge. Taking a bubble bath had always been one of her most favorite things in the world even as a real little girl. It had taken on an entirely new meaning when instead of her hand covered in a washcloth to run over her body it was this man’s hand. She moaned as she felt it slide between her legs, obviously in absolutely no hurry to finish the job. Instead, the cloth moved slowly back and forth, a single digit assuring that the lips of her sex were pushed open and the small bundle of nerves situated between them was stimulated with every single stroke until her knees were shaking, and her knuckles were white with the tightness of her hold on the tub.