Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I giggle. I know he’s not mad. He’s almost laughing too. “Yes, but I don’t like to be naughty, so I’ll be good.”
“Don’t forget. You never have to misbehave to get a spanking. You could just ask for one.”
“I know.” I’m not very good at that, but he’s told me several times. It seems easier to be a little naughty than to ask him to swat my bottom for no reason.
“It’s time for a bottle and a nap. While you nap, I’ll get in touch with Elijah to see when might be a good time to meet up with him and Petra.”
I nod. “That sounds like fun.”
He stands, lowers me onto the couch cushion, and puts my diaper back on. He sets me in the adult-sized playpen in the middle of the room next. “The playpen is meant to keep you out of trouble, Baby girl. No standing when you’re in it. No climbing out. Understood.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder at the reminder that I’m a Baby here. There is no wiggle room on my age range. A Baby. That’s it. It’s strange, but I’m intrigued. If I can let go of the parts that make me nervous—like not using a bathroom ever—I think this week of regression could be the most amazing week of my life.
Part of me is concerned I’m going to love it too much. After all, why wouldn’t I want to spend all my time at an age where I get no choices? I don’t have to make decisions. It sounds rather heavenly to me.
Sure, there are aspects that are currently outside of my comfort zone, but nothing that makes me panic. Heck, the worst hurdle already happened. I was stripped naked and given a fully exposed exam at the doctor’s office. I don’t think anything can top that on the humiliation spectrum.
I’m still sitting in the playpen staring at the array of toys when Daddy returns, shaking my bottle.
The next thing I know, I’m in his arms in my temporary nursery. He’s rocking me and feeding me the bottle. My eyes are so heavy by the time I finish it that I don’t argue about naptime. I’m exhausted from traveling and seeing the doctor. I need this nap. I barely notice when he lowers me into the crib. He tucks my favorite stuffed doll, Emma, in my arms, and I snuggle up with her, asleep in seconds.
When I wake up, I’m confused about where I am, but not for long. Daddy rushes to my side in moments, and I remember I’m in the cabin we rented for the week on Regression Island.
This nursery is so pretty. It’s mostly white with little pastel touches all around the room. Nothing red. I’m sure Daddy made sure they put us in a rental cabin that didn’t have red accents.
He rubs my tummy. “How was your nap, princess.”
I reach for him. “I feel much better.”
He picks me up and carries me to the changing table. “Arms up. Knees bent. Legs wide.”
This is our routine. Daddy says he won’t add straps to my table as long as I obey his rules. He wants my hands out of the way and my legs open far enough for him to easily change me.
I reach my hands over my head and clasp them together. It’s the same position Nurse Brian held me in at the clinic. It’s what Daddy insists upon when he changes me. I feel so very vulnerable with my arms raised like this. My shirt climbs up, and my boobs lift. I’m exposed, especially when I’m naked or when Daddy pushes my shirt up so my nipples are visible.
I bite my lip as Daddy unfastens my soaked diaper. I’ve recently started wetting myself in my sleep without realizing it. It embarrasses me on a new level. It’s one thing to consciously pee in my diaper, but wetting myself without conscious effort is nerve-wracking.
Before removing the wet material, Daddy cups my pussy over it and holds it against me. “What have we talked about, Josie…” His voice has a warning tone.
My lip quivers.
He presses the warm thickness with more pressure. “Sometimes Little girls who wear diapers get comfortable enough in them to stop trying so hard to hold their bladder, right?”
I nod, but I’m still biting my lip. My cheeks are hot too.
“Why are you upset, Baby girl?”
I let go of my lip finally to voice my concerns, even though we’ve discussed this before. It’s still weighing on me. “What if I can’t control myself when I’m supposed to be in my adult headspace, Daddy?”
“First of all, the only times you’ve wet yourself without realizing it were when you were asleep. Daddy never puts you down for a nap or to bed without a diaper, does he?”
I shake my head.
“Second of all, you know you can always wear a discreet pullup if you’re ever in a situation where you’re worried you might pee involuntarily, right?”