Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
He wanted one more thing from her before they moved to bath time. He thought she was ready. All signs suggested so, but he wouldn’t rush her.
After choosing a chapter book from the shelf in her nursery, he settled them on the rocking chair and popped her pacifier into her mouth. He rocked her close as he read to her, watching for the signs he knew he would eventually see.
Finally, she started fidgeting, bending her legs up closer to her torso and making soft cooing noises behind the pacifier.
Tom set the book aside when he finished the chapter before holding her closer and meeting her gaze as he continued rocking. He set his hand on her tummy and rubbed.
His Little girl whimpered and squirmed, pushing against his hand.
Tom gently circled her wrist with his other hand and held it against her side before palming the bulk between her legs. “I want you to use your diaper before bath time, Bunny.”
Her cheeks heated as she sucked harder on the pacifier, blinking at him. She didn’t shake her head though or give him any other indication she was unwilling. In fact, she arched her chest forward a bit as if the idea aroused her further.
Good. That was his goal. If she’d shown signs of being uncomfortable and not ready to use a diaper, he would have backed off, but his Bunny was in a deeply young headspace. She needed this.
He knew it was a huge step for Little girls. It required turning over even more care to their Daddies. It meant trusting someone on a very intimate deep level. It meant total submission.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and turned her face away from him, but he was confident she wasn’t hiding. She was concentrating. Thinking. Processing. Deciding.
“Daddy will never force you to do something you aren’t ready for, Bunny. My goal is not to push you so far that age play turns you off in any way. My only goal will always be to give you what you need and want. Sometimes I might challenge you to do things you hadn’t considered yet though. Now is one of those times. When you need an evening or a weekend in a younger headspace, that will include not just wearing a diaper but using it. Taking care of all your needs pleases me. Letting me do so makes you squirm.” He hoped she could hear the smile in his voice.
She whimpered again, stiffening when he pressed against her tummy. He loved that little sound she made when she was trying to relax and submit deeper, the sound that told him she was pleased, but also aroused.
“Let it go, Bunny. Relax your body for me.”
She arched and squirmed before stiffening her legs.
Tom slid his hand down to pat her pussy again, encouraging her without words.
She fought against herself for several minutes before finally relaxing in his arms. A moment later, he felt the warmth against his palm. He continued patting her, not interrupting until she shuddered and sighed.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he rose and carried her to the changing table. Because she was still in a very young space, he strapped her securely to the table before removing the diaper cover and then the diaper. He didn’t say a word as he tossed it in the trash and wiped her swollen folds with wet wipes.
She was so aroused that wetness leaked from her pussy, and she arched and moaned every time he touched her sensitive skin. He didn’t stop though. He loved edging her like this.
Careful not to let her come yet, he finished teasing her pussy before removing the straps and helping her sit up. When he pulled her dress over her head, she bravely kept her hands at her sides, but she was shivering.
“Do you want to keep your paci during your bath, Bunny?”
She nodded.
He wasn’t surprised. She was using the pacifier to soothe herself, but the added bonus was that it kept her from having to speak out loud. That was fine too.
Tom lifted her off the table and set her on her feet on the floor. He patted her bottom. “Bathroom, Bunny.” He couldn’t keep from smiling as he watched her walk awkwardly toward the master bathroom. Sometimes Littles maintained a wide gait when their diapers were off. Muscle memory kicked in eventually, helping remind them to keep their knees parted.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he followed her.
She finally took her pacifier out, but only long enough to ask, “Can I have bath toys, Daddy?”
“Absolutely. What kind of a Daddy would I be if I kept you from having toys?”
She giggled, that delightful tinkle going straight to his cock. She was smiling behind the pacifier as he filled the tub and dumped a bucket of toys into it. “Does that look like enough for you?”