Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“You sure do like sheer material,” she pointed out when she looked down to see this one was similar to the one she’d worn the other night. It was see-through and delicate with thin straps at her shoulders. She could see her breasts through it, which meant so could Daddy. It would barely cover her pussy and bottom if she were naked underneath. It did not quite extend below her diaper.
“Let’s go eat that pizza now,” Daddy suggested as he bent down and kissed her soundly on the lips.
Her heart rate picked up immediately.
She really loved this man. To think she’d almost ruined things by being stubborn and not listening to him…
Every step toward the kitchen was awkward. The elastic at her thighs made her hyperaware of her sore bottom. In addition, the thick padding forced her to waddle behind him. When she combined the effects of the diaper with the adult look of the nightie, she felt very Little and sexy at the same time.
Chapter Eighteen
Anton was so proud of his Little girl. She’d taken her spanking and timeout without complaining. He knew it had been hard for her. He’d introduced her to more than one first at the same time.
He’d watched her closely for signs of actual distress the entire time he’d spanked her and again while she’d stood in the corner. He was confident she’d experienced the cleansing feeling he’d spoken of, several times over if he wasn’t mistaken.
In the kitchen, he lifted her into the booster seat and fastened the strap between her legs and across her waist before snapping the tray on top. “Let’s get you fed, Little girl.” He kissed the top of her head so she would feel his love before he headed for the oven to pull out the warming pizza.
It was still piping hot, looked delicious, and filled the room with the scent of sauce and spices. After sliding one slice onto a plastic princess plate, he used a pizza cutter to cut it up into bite-sized pieces before carrying it over to set on Gemma’s tray. “Be careful, Little Bee. It’s hot.”
She picked up a piece and blew on it. “It smells so good, and I’m so hungry.”
“I don’t want you skipping lunch, Little girl,” he admonished as he turned to slide several pieces onto his own plate before sitting next to her at the table.
“Sometimes I get so busy I forget.”
“Not anymore.” He lifted a brow. “Daddy will pack you a lunch every day. I expect you to take the time to sit down in your office and eat it before two every day. I want you to text me when you finish so I won’t worry.”
She giggled. “You would worry about whether or not I had lunch?”
“Of course. I worry about everything you do, Little Bee. I worry when you drive to work on not enough sleep. I worry when you don’t eat. I even worry when you waddle across the room in your diaper for fear you might fall and hit your chin.”
“We can easily fix that last one. I just won’t wear diapers.” She sat up straighter as she made this declaration as if she’d solved world hunger.
He chuckled. “A better answer would be to leave you in your crib or get you a playpen and carry you to those locations and then insist you stay on your hands and knees while you’re diapered.”
She gasped adorably and curled up her nose. “A playpen. Daddy, that’s just silly.”
“Is it? I bet you’d enjoy an enclosed structure where you weren’t permitted to stand. A confined space filled with toys and books and puzzles.”
She shivered. Her pretty cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “Do you think all the Daddies I know in town expect their Little girls to play at such a young age sometimes?”
“Yep. I suspect most of them do. Lots of Little girls need some time in a younger headspace from time to time. It helps you relax. Turning all of your care over to me will help your battery recharge.”
She smiled and kicked her feet out. “I think you’re right, Daddy.” She ate another bite of pizza. “Will you feed me a bottle tonight? I like it when you rock me and hold me and feed me.”
“I think that’s a great idea.” He pointed at the last few bites on her tray. “Finish your pizza, Little Bee.” His heart was nearly full to exploding.
When he’d gotten up this morning, ideas had been formulating in his head—plans to quit his job, go out on his own, and find a space to rent. He’d suspected in his heart that if Gemma would just give him the opportunity to explain himself, he could get her to come back home, but he hadn’t been certain.
Not only had she come home with him, but she was submitting to him in the deepest way possible. The spanking and timeout had helped her forgive herself. They had also caused her to slide into a very young headspace. It wasn’t unusual or surprising, but Anton couldn’t have been certain how she would react.