"I can't sleep here," she said in a little voice.
"You can and you will. I'm going downstairs to bring your milk."
"But I don't like milk!" Too late, he had already left the room, and when he returned he carried the milk - in a baby's feeding bottle with a rubber teat on the end.
"You didn't eat all your dinner, and you had nothing to drink, so you will drink this. All of it." He tipped the bottle and inserted the teat into her mouth.
"Urrrrgggh," she mumbled as the warm liquid oozed out.
"All of it," Daddy reminded her. "You've been such a bad girl there will be no bedtime story tonight."
Lucy forced down more of the hateful milk, looking at him accusingly over the top of the feeding bottle. Simon was unconcerned. He pulled a pacifier out from a drawer. "Here. This is what babies have. Suck on that. It will help you sleep." He slid the teat into her mouth.
She spat it out immediately. "Daddy!" she cried, her little face full of woe.
But Daddy was not impressed at her behaviour. He shook his head, then stooped to kiss her and tuck her in. "Goodnight, baby Lucy. If you're a good girl tomorrow morning, you can come for a cuddle in my bed."
After he had left the room, Lucy's lower lip trembled as she tried to hold back the tears. Having a sore bottom was one thing, but having her Daddy cross with her was worse than any hateful punishment. As she reflected, she realized that having her Daddy cross with her was punishment in itself. She hated that he was disappointed with her, and resolved to do better tomorrow. Eventually she lay down and snuggled the teddy bear; it was a poor substitute for Simon but it would have to do. Of course, there was nothing to stop her getting out of the crib and going downstairs to apologise, but something held her back. Obedience. She found being obedient hard sometimes, but Daddy had put her in here and he expected her to stay put until morning. She snuffled and felt sorry for herself, and a few minutes later her hand reached out to grab the pacifier. She sucked it experimentally. It actually felt comforting... quite soothing really. She sucked it some more as she squeezed the teddy bear ... and ten minutes later was fast asleep.
---oOo---
The next morning she climbed out of the cot and tip toed in to Daddy's room. A light sleeper, he opened one eye as she approached.
"I'm very sorry, Daddy," she whispered contritely. "I really am. I was rude and nasty and ... I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, little one." He glanced at the bedside clock. "It's too early to get up. Are you coming for a cuddle?" He drew back the quilt.
She nodded, then hesitated, pointing to the diaper. "Please, Daddy, can I take it off now?"
"OK. BUT - it goes back on if we have any repeat of yesterday's little performance. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Deftly she peeled off the diaper and scampered into the bathroom to put it in the bin. She noticed the plastic potty and grimaced. How humiliating was having to pee in that thing, and with Daddy watching too! She ran back to Simon's room and climbed into his big bed and was soon in his arms - right where she belonged.
As she cuddled up, her hand wandered down to stroke the length of his cock. It seemed to wake up at her touch. It twitched and expanded. Lucy giggled.
"Now look what you've done," said Simon with a sly smile. "I think you'd better show me how good you can be, don't you?"
Lucy made an unintelligible noise, as her mouth was already full, her little pink tongue flicking away at the tip of his cock, just the way he liked it, while one hand stroked the shaft.
"Oh, you're good," murmured Simon. "Ohhh, yes. You're so good." He groaned as she worked him to a frenzy as he thrust harder into her capable, eager mouth. And when he was through he smiled lazily and sent her down to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.
---oOo---
The talked during breakfast about how Lucy felt when she was diapered and treated like a baby. Lucy chewed her scrambled eggs and was silent as she thought about how she really felt.
"I hated it... at first. The potty - ugh - and yet ..."
"And yet?" Simon coaxed.
"It was a bit of a turn on in a way, though I'm not sure why. The whole business with the baby feeding bottle, diaper and crib was humiliating and I didn't like it at the time - but now ... well maybe I liked it a little bit, or would have done if the dynamics were different."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You were angry with me - justifiably so, and that's what upset me the most."
"I wasn't angry," Simon corrected. "But I was annoyed and disappointed with you."
"Being apart from you at bedtime, that was the worst thing ever. I really did suck on that pacifier."
"I thought you might. It seems to me, that occasionally you might enjoy being baby Lucy. If you like, we could experiment with that sometime, and you can be put down in your crib to play for an hour before your afternoon nap."
"Afternoon nap? I don't have afternoon naps!"
"Ah, but you do when you're a baby." Simon chuckled.
Lucy found herself smiling at the thought. "I think it's kind of liberating to be who I am, and there's a certain freedom playing with toys and being carefree, knowing that I'm being protected and looked after. But ... I don't want that all the time."
"Of course not. And you're still learning who you are and what you want and when you want it - and with who."
"With who? Why YOU of course, Daddy!"
"Not Mr Petrakis?" he asked slyly.
"Oh, that fat old fish man? No way, not any more. I gave him the brush off after I started seeing you."
"And what did he say to that?"
"He said he was very disappointed."
Simon laughed. "Of course - what man wouldn't be? Anyhow, I'm pleased to have usurped him in your affections."
"I wasn't affectionate with him. I was just using him to get a spanking. Whereas you ..." She put down her fork and came to sit on his lap. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
He put an arm around her and kissed her. "Glad to hear it, princess. Now - what would you like to do today? And do you want to be little Lucy or big Lucy?"
"I'd like to be big Lucy and go ten-pin bowling. Can we do that?"
"Sure we can. Sounds like fun. And then maybe lunch in a country pub and a walk? We could even find a secluded spot and..." He winked suggestively.
"Oh yes please!" She laughed and kissed him. He was fast becoming her whole world. She was falling in love.
---oOo---
Her feelings towards Simon grew stronger as the weeks passed; she found she was spending less and less time at her own apartment and more time at his place. They found a balance, one in which she could be little or adult whenever she wanted. All her former angst about the little girl side of herself had vanished. She was a normal healthy adult woman who embraced that other part of herself which took delight in regressing to a much younger age. And she loved Simon's control, adored his dominance over her and the way he made her feel. She became his willing submissive, and when she disobeyed, he disciplined her; then there were the fun spankings too, usually culminating in great sex. Together, they explored her need for discipline and humiliation, and one Friday after work, Simon made an announcement.
"I think you're ready to accompany me to the BDSM club tonight. How do you feel about that?"
"Oh! The Tainted Gardens? Hell yeah! It will be an experience."
"It certainly will." He grinned at her. Yes, she was ready.
"What will I wear? I don't have any big spiky heels."
"You don't need big spiky heels. Anyway - you can't wear heels, you wobble and fall over, and I'm not so cruel as to make you wear 5-inch ballet pumps all evening. Go for kitten heels. They suit you."
"Ok then, that's the shoes sorted, but what do I actually wear? I don't have any fetish gear."
"If you are going to attend regularly, we'll get you something appropriate, but for now, let's stick with a short skirt and a low cut top. No point in making a huge effort as you won't be
wearing them for long." He grinned again.
"You're kidding, right?!"
He shook his head. "There's quite a lot of nudity. We spoke about it, remember and I said what your outfit would be - shoes, nipple clamps and a butt plug with a long tail."
"But ... but I didn't think you actually meant it!"
"Of course I meant it. You should know that by now, princess." He cupped her chin in his hand. "If you're really not comfortable in that get up, I won't force you. However, I think your exhibitionist streak would love being parading around like that. Am I not right?" Lucy bushed and chewed her nails. "Stop that." He slapped her hand. "Admit it, the thought gives you a thrill, doesn't it?"
She gave him a shy look and nodded. "Um. Yeah, kind of."
"Good." He brought his mouth down hard on hers, crushing her lips, his powerful arms encircling her, making her feel safe and loved and ... as his tongue probed her mouth her legs turned to jelly and her pussy began to throb. His fingers inched up her skirt and inside her panties. "Someone's very wet down here," he said huskily, and probed again.
Lucy whimpered as he lifted her onto the end of the kitchen table, pulled off her panties and raised her legs, presenting her in the diaper position. She knew she was fully exposed to his scrutiny, pussy lips spread wide, anus on show, and as usual, that thought both embarrassed and excited her beyond belief.
A few moments later and he thrust his cock up into her juicy orifice, one finger probing her ass hole - something which she had come to enjoy. She clenched her pussy muscles and enjoyed the feel of him as he thrust, harder and faster, his finger simultaneously sliding in and out of her ass, culminating in hoarse cries of passion from both of them.
Afterwards, he slapped her bottom playfully. "Go take a quick shower baby, while I pack my toy bag with a few extra essentials."
---oOo---
Activity at the club was in full swing by the time they arrived, and Lucy's eyes grew round as she witnessed everything that was going on. Although she tried hard not to stare, she just couldn't help it; it was all new and fascinating to her and she simply couldn't get enough of it. Simon showed her round, introduced her to a few people, explained what certain pieces of equipment were for, and then led her over to the private rooms.
"There are four private rooms, and when the doors are closed it means there are people inside, so we should respect their privacy." He gestured to the first closed door. "That one has a big bondage bed in the centre. The one next to it is kitted out as a medical play room - that shouldn't hold any surprises for you, huh?"
"Is it just like your consulting room?"
"Pretty much - but with the addition of a few other ingenious torture devices for inflicting pain and pleasure. Ah - this room is unoccupied right now. Come and look - it's a schoolroom tonight."
Lucy stepped inside. The room contained eight small desks, a blackboard and a larger desk at the front. "Oh wow! This looks fun."
"I thought it would catch your interest. If the idea appeals, we'll get you a school uniform and you can play the errant pupil."
"Cool," said Lucy, her eyes shining. "And what's the fourth room for?"
"Anything really. Sometimes the staff here will kit it out for a specific theme, other times it will just be a play space with somewhere to sit." The door was ajar so he pushed it open. There were three people inside. "Apologies," said Simon, and made to withdraw.
"Not at all. Do come in if you wish. I'm afraid my babies have been very badly behaved and will be punished accordingly," said a leather-clad woman. She was in her late thirties with a voluptuous figure. Her ink-black hair was swept back from her face and worn in a long pony tail. Her cat suit fitted her body perfectly, and she looked stunning in a pair of four-inch heels.
But when Lucy looked past her, she did a double-take, for there on the floor sat a middle-aged man wearing nothing but a diaper and a bib. He sucked a pacifier and stared forlornly at the new arrivals.
And at the other side of the room was a woman of around Lucy's age. She was seated next to a pile of building blocks. She wore her brown hair in two short pig tails tied with yellow ribbon. A frilly white top adorned the top half of her body; other than that she was naked except for a pair of white ankle socks.
"Maisie. Stand up and show our visitors your naughty bottom."
"Yes Mommy," said the girl in a little voice. Up she got and turned round, revealing a chubby little bottom that was red and splotchy, adorned with six red stripes.
Lucy gasped. That was one sore-looking bottom.
The leather-clad woman looked intently at her baby-man. "Cecil, it's now time for your caning. Get up and go and bend over the bench."
With a pout, the man got up and obediently got into position. His mistress pulled off his diaper, revealing a pristine white rump. "Would you like to stay and watch?" she asked Simon.
"Maybe we'll come by later and admire the results," he replied. As they left the room, there came a swish, followed by a thud, followed by a shriek.
"Ouch," said Lucy. "I don't think I'd like to be caned."
"Really?" Simon smiled wickedly. "Then I shall threaten you with the cane from now on for all your infractions. It's about time you tasted the kiss of the rattan."
Lucy gulped, but the thoughts of the cane quickly vanished as she wandered round, just taking in all the sights and sounds. "It's wonderful that people can just be who they are, and do what they want to do."
"Couldn't agree more. And now, my little one, it's time for my entertainment."
"What entertainment?"
"You." He smiled a crocodile smile, and Lucy trembled with fright and excitement as Simon's eyes raked over her body. "Take your skirt off, Lucy."
Lucy stared at him for a moment, then chewed her lip and reached for the zipper. She would have much preferred it if Simon had undressed her, but instinctively knew that this was yet another test of her obedience. Off came the skirt. Simon reached out his hand for the garment.
"Good. And now your top."
As she handed it to him, Lucy looked round. She felt as though all eyes were on her, but in fact everyone was so busy with their own pursuits, no one was actually looking at her - yet.
"Bra next." He watched as she unhooked it and slid it off, revealing pert little breasts with those deliciously long and sensitive nipples. "I have these for you." He took out a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket and began to fasten them on each breast in turn, tightening the screws to keep them secure. "There. How does that feel? Not too painful?"
"It tingles. It hurts a bit but it's kinda nice. So far anyway," she added hastily.
Simon nodded approvingly. "Knickers off. Come now, don't be shy."
With a furtive look round, Lucy slid them down, then red-faced, handed them to Simon. He patted his lap. "Over you go, sweet girl. I'm really going to enjoy this next bit."
"What are you going to do, Daddy?" She didn't mean to use her little girl voice, but it just came out that way, all squeaky.
"First of all I'm going to put a little colour into these pale cheeks of yours." He pulled out a little red leather oval-shaped paddle from his bag. "Cute huh? And exactly the same shade of red I like." He grasped the paddle in his right hand and brought it down across her cheeks.
"Oweee!" she screeched. Oh, it was such a little paddle but it sure packed a mean punch. As the paddle got better acquainted with her chubby little bottom she tried to take the stoical approach - tried but failed - and was soon yipping and yelping, her little legs flailing as the paddle smacked down on her throbbing bottom.
"There. That looks nice," said Simon. "A very pleasing shade of red - just the way I like it."
"Ouch," Lucy mumbled. Her poor bottom felt on fire.
"Keep still now. I'm going to lube you up ready for the butt plug."
"Oh! Here?! Where everyone can see?! Noooooo, please," wailed Lucy.
"No one's looking except me," said Simon as he applied a generous dollop of lube around her bottom hole. Lucy fl
inched as the nozzle felt icy cold. "Just wait - when you see this plug, you'll love it. It's a real treat," said Simon in a slightly smug tone. He worked the plug in, slowly and carefully, inch by inch.
Lucy relaxed, getting used to the feeling of fullness. It made her feel deliciously squirmy. But then there was a new sensation - something furry brushed between her thighs.
"Oh! What's that? What is it?!"
"That, my sweet, is a fox tail butt plug. You have 18 inches of furry splendour. Now stand up for Daddy. Let me have a look at you."
Lucy got to her feet and placed her hands behind her back. The anal plug had a thick fox tail attached. "Oh my," was all she could say.
Simon grinned and made her turn around so he could admire the view.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed. There's just one more little thing, then we can go walkabout and I'll show off my new little foxy lady." From his bag he produced a length of fine steel chain which he threaded through the rings of each nipple clamp. He gave the chain a little tug.
"Ohhhh!" said Lucy. "I felt that."
"Good, that's the idea." He tugged on the chain again. "I shall lead and you will follow, and if you aren't quick enough, I shall give this chain a harder tug - like this." He demonstrated. Lucy squealed. Simon grinned. "How does this little outfit make you feel, Lucy?" he asked in a low voice.
"Scared. Submissive. Humiliated. Excited. That furry tail creates a whole new dynamic." She craned her neck to get a glimpse of it. It was just the right length and felt good as it brushed against her bottom and legs as she moved.
"A different sensation for you, honey - and that brushing effect will serve as a constant reminder of your place as a submissive. Come now little lady. We're going walkabout."
At first, Lucy cringed with embarrassment. The plug was a size bigger than what she was used to, and she felt completely full and very self conscious of her trailing tail - then there was the fact that she was naked, her shaved pussy on display for everyone to see. Her pussy pulsed and her clit throbbed, and her nipples tingled. It was an amazing experience, and slowly she began to enjoy it, moving behind her dominant, attired for his pleasure - and her own too.
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