"I'll be a very good girl," she assured him.
But when he went out to the workshop, she was about to go upstairs when she spied a tin on top of one of the kitchen cupboards. She recognised the tin. It was the sort of big round tin that lucky little girls get given for Christmas - it was a tin crammed full of chocolates. Daisy loved chocolate. She salivated at the thought of eating chocolates.
Dragging a chair up to the counter, she climbed on the chair but was still way too short to reach the tin. So she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and stretched up... and up ... and after a minute scrabbling frantically, just managed to grasp the rim of the lid and pull the tin down.
It was FULL of chocolates, and they were all the sort of centres that Daisy liked - creamy fudge, hazelnut crunch, Turkish delight, strawberry crème, honeycomb nut, and many more. Gleefully she fled upstairs, carrying the big tin. Sitting cross-legged on the rug, she pulled off the lid and dived in.
Oh they tasted good! They tasted so good that Daisy just carried on eating them, one after another. She munched her way through a quarter of the contents of the tin, and when she next looked, the tin was half empty. She knew she should stop, but ... there were so many nice ones, and it seemed to her that a host of little chocolatey voices were singing, "Eat us! Eat us!"
"Ok," said Daisy. "Just a couple more." She reached for a caramel and bit into it. A long string of gooey caramel slid down her top - although clean on that morning it was now covered in blobs of melted chocolate, and so were her leggings. She giggled and ate the rest of the chocolate caramel.
And then she felt a bit sick.
It was not a pleasant feeling. She pulled a face. Then she clutched her tummy as a pain shot though her abdomen. It was so unpleasant, she didn't ride Belinda as she had planned, she just sat on the rug feeling miserable and stuffed.
And that's where Daddy found her.
"Daisy! What have you been up to?"
"Nothing, Daddy," she said innocently. "I'm just sitting quietly cos I got a tummy ache."
"And why have you got a tummy ache?" he asked, looking at her stained clothes and the mass of chocolate smeared round her mouth.
She thought for a moment and then said, "I think it was that boiled egg."
"It was NOT the boiled egg, Daisy, and you know it."
Daisy hung her head and refused to look him in the eye. She recognised Daddy's cross face and he was wearing it right now.
"Look at me, Daisy," said Daddy sternly. "Now tell me what you've been eating to give you a tummy ache."
"Toast?" She was met by a shake of the head and another stern look. "Er ... well ... I did find some chocolates." There. She confessed. Daddies always like little girls who confess.
"You found them? I don't think so."
"Ah. Well, I saw them ... so I gotted them," she said in her best little baby voice, hoping he would give her a cuddle for being so damned cute.
But he didn't. He looked inside the tin of chocolates and saw there were hardly any left. Then he turned his attention to Daisy. "I see. Right, as you so clearly enjoy acting like a baby, this is the perfect opportunity to treat you like one."
He strode over and pulled off her chocolate stained leggings, and her panties with them. Then he removed her pumps and ankle socks and her stained top. Going to the chest of drawers he returned with a plain white vest and slipped it over her head. It was so short it didn't even reach her waist.
Daisy pouted. "I don't like this vest, Daddy. It shows off my belly button."
"Stay right there," he told her and left the room. When he returned he was holding a pink plastic object. Daisy started at it, horrified, as Daddy set it down on the rug. "Right, baby Daisy, I want you to go potty."
As the full implications dawned, Daisy gasped. "Nooooooo."
"Yes. Sit on your potty, Daisy."
Daisy was mortified. She turned beet red and shook her head. "Don't wanna."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Three hard spanks descended on her bottom, making her squeal in surprise, and then she squealed again as Daddy's big hands grabbed her and sat her on the potty.
"You sit there and do a poo."
"No!" She was outraged.
"Yes," said Daddy firmly. "I'm going downstairs and I'll be back up in ten minutes to check."
Daisy sat there, feeling quite ridiculous. Oh the humiliation. It washed over her in big waves. She kind of wanted to go, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. And in any case, she was distracted by the noises Daddy was making. He was up and down the stairs, obviously carrying heavy things that he dumped outside the bedroom door. There was a succession of scrapes and thuds. Daisy wondered what was going on.
"I can't go," she told Daddy when he returned. "But I tried very hard."
"Then you haven't tried hard enough," he reprimanded.
He turned and picked up something he had left on the landing. He carried it into the room and deposited it in a corner. It was made of white wood, and it was like a small oblong table with two drawers set just below the surface, and a big space underneath for .... Daisy watched as Daddy put a big plastic bag down. A bag of diapers.
"Eeeep!"
Daddy returned again with a long plastic thing that he put on top of the table. "There. How do you like the baby changing station?" He opened one of the drawers. "Here we have baby wipes and talc and cream for sore little bottoms ... and here..." he indicated the storage area below, "... is a stock of diapers."
Daisy squeaked again. "But ... but Daddy, I'm a big girl. I don't need to wear diapers." Her lip began to tremble at the shameful thought of having to wear a diaper.
"You'll wear them when Daddy says so." He picked her up effortlessly and laid her on her back on top of the changing mat.
"Oh! It's cold!" she squealed as her bare bottom made contact with the cold plastic surface.
Daddy ignored her. He reached for the wipes, then with one hand he grabbed her ankles and raised her legs up, bending them at the knee towards her distended tummy. With his free hand he wiped between her legs and then her bottom.
Daisy gulped. She felt so embarrassed. Her face flushed, and when Daddy lifted her a little higher so he could put the diaper underneath her, she flushed pinker than ever.
"There. Perfect fit. Today you are Daisy, diaper girl." He lifted her down. "Stand there, poppet. I have something else to show you - something I made especially for you."
When he brought it in, Daisy knew at once what it was - a crib. It was painted white with slats at the front to prevent baby from falling out. He pulled the plastic wrap off the new mattress and positioned it at the base of the crib, and then on went a waterproof mattress cover, topped with a white sheet.
Before she had time to protest, Daisy diaper girl was lifted into the crib. A pink teddy bear also went in, and a yellow plastic rattle was put into Daisy's hand. She tossed it aside in disgust.
"Play nicely now. Daddy's taking a short rest." With these words he sat on a chair and began reading the Sunday newspaper.
He's reading the bloody newspaper! While I'm dumped in here in a sodding diaper! Daisy fumed and glared at Daddy, but he was so engrossed in his newspaper he took no notice at all. So Daisy did what all fractious babies do - she yelled and yelled until she was quite red in the face.
"Tsk, bad girl," said Daddy as he whipped something out of his pocket ... something with a plastic rim and a rubber teat. "Suck on your pacifier, baby-girl, and keep quiet while Daddy finishes reading his paper."
Daisy screwed up her face and spat out the dummy. She stood up and grabbed the rails of the crib, rattling them angrily. "Out!" she demanded. "Out!"
Daddy looked over the top of the newspaper. Daisy knew that look. It silenced her. She would have been more vocal, but her tummy was hurting real bad. For several minutes she stared at Daddy, willing him to look at her, but he didn't, so she grabbed the teddy and snuggled it, and then tentatively her hand reached for the pacifier. She put it in her mouth. It tasted icky and
rubbery, and yet ... it was somehow strangely comforting. Weird, thought the adult Daisy. She sucked on it some more and decided it wasn't too bad after all.
After a few minutes, Johnny looked over the top of his newspaper. Daisy was asleep, looking as cute as ever. He rose from his chair and covered her with a pink blanket, then went back to reading his newspaper.
When she woke, he removed the diaper and sat her on the potty. "You know what you need to do," he told her.
"But I can't," she wailed, "not on a potty!"
Johnny regarded her speculatively. "We were going to go feed the ducks this afternoon, but we can't do that until you've got rid of all those chocolates. It's a wonder you didn't make yourself sick."
Daisy pulled a rueful face. "Can I use the grown up potty?" she enquired hopefully, jabbing her finger in the direction of the bathroom.
Johnny considered the request thoughtfully, then reached a decision. "Ok, we'll do a deal. You can use the grown up potty IF you wear a diaper for the rest of the day."
"Ok, ok, yes." Daisy would have agreed to anything right then, just as long as it didn't mean she had to use the little plastic potty. She ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet ... and had no difficulty at all in doing what she had to do. "Oh God what a relief," she muttered. "I'll never eat chocolates ever again." As she sat there, she found herself giggling at the stupidity of her predicament. But the giggling soon stopped when she remembered she had to wear a diaper for the rest of the day.
"I don't want to go feed the ducks, Daddy," she said as he put her on the changing mat once more and fastened the diaper snugly round her tummy.
"Yes you do. You're only saying that because you'll be out in public whilst wearing a diaper."
Daisy blushed scarlet. "Well, they'll know..."
"No they won't. They won't see it under your skirt, trust me," he said as he dressed her in a little pink frilled skirt with matching top. "No one will ever know. It will be our little secret."
"Ok then," said Daisy reluctantly. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The diaper made her look a little thicker and chunkier around the middle, but it wasn't obvious that she was wearing one. She'd just have to be careful not to bend down.
She didn't like to admit it, even to herself, but she felt a tingle of excitement, and wondered why. Perhaps it was the fact that she and Daddy had a shared secret that no one else was privy to; or perhaps it was because Daddy really brought out her submissive side and she adored his dominance and the way he took control; or perhaps regressing to a baby gave her an unexpected thrill as she absorbed this new and evolving dynamic in their relationship; or perhaps the wearing of a diaper turned her on, just a little bit? She didn't know, and now wasn't the time for self analysis. There were ducks to be fed!
---oOo---
They drove to a country park some ten miles or so further east, taking with them a loaf of stale bread. The moment they got out of the car near to the lake, they were surrounded by an army of ducks and geese, all honking and quacking and flapping their wings.
"Hey, we're being mobbed already," said Johnny. He opened the bag and broke a piece off the crust of bread and tossed it in amongst the tangle of webbed feet, beaks and feathers. The birds made a real din as they fought amongst themselves to get to the bread.
"They're so greedy! Let me have some bread! I want to feed them too!" Daisy broke several pieces off the crust and tossed them into the air. The birds honked out their appreciation and came waddling close to Daisy with expectant looks on their faces. "They want more! Greedy birds!" Daisy laughed and reached into the bag again.
She had great fun feeding the ducks, and when the bread was all gone, she and Johnny sat on a bench overlooking the lake. Johnny produced two bottles of Coke. Daisy was so thirsty she drank hers quickly and then hiccupped and giggled as the fizz tickled her nose and the back of her throat.
"Before we go back to the car, you might like to pay a quick visit to the kids' playground. It's just over there." Johnny pointed off to the left. "You can have twenty minutes playtime, then we head back for a late lunch."
"Oh yes please!" Daisy was up and off before he could stoop her. She ran as fast as her little legs would carry her, oblivious to the fact that she was wearing the diaper. By the time Johnny had caught up with her she had whizzed round on the roundabout a few times and was headed towards the slide.
She climbed the red painted steps and jiggled around impatiently when she got to the top as there was a little girl sitting right at the very top of the slide, her hands gripping the edge.
"Go on," said Daisy. "You're holding me up. I want a turn." But the little girl just sat there and wouldn't budge an inch. "Go ON!" said Daisy, impatiently. "Hurry up."
"I scared," said the little girl.
Unknown to Daisy, the little girl's mother approached the steps and was about to climb them to retrieve her daughter, but Daisy saved her the bother. "I want my turn now," she said crossly, an gave the little girl a mighty push.
With a blood-curdling scream, the little girl slid down at a fast speed, her face white with terror.
"Jenny!" called the girl's mother, she rushed to the foot of the slide.
"It's ok, I've got her," said Johnny as he deftly caught the frightened child. "There, poppet, you're safe now." He handed her back to her mother.
"Thank you." She hugged little Jenny who was now bawling her head off.
"That b-bad girl, pu-pushed me, mommy," she blubbered.
"I know darling." She cast an angry look at Johnny. "Can't you keep your stupid daughter under control? She's too big for the slide, and she could have caused a nasty accident. She's nothing but a bully."
"I saw what happened, and I apologise. I assure you she will be disciplined when I get her home." He looked at Daisy, hovering up at the top of the slide, no longer quite as keen to slide down it. "Daisy, get down here at once and come and apologise."
Daisy chewed her lip and slid down. "Sorry," she said when she reached the bottom.
"You will be," said Johnny in an ominous tone. He apologised once more to the woman, then grabbed Daisy by the arm and steered her back towards the car.
"But I only pushed the kid. She was just sat there like a stupid lump and I wanted a turn."
"She was frightened. You should have helped her back down the steps, but no - you bullied her instead."
"She deserved it," muttered Daisy.
"You are too sassy for your own good, little girl. I am not tolerating this type of behaviour. You will be punished when we get home."
The journey back was mostly in silence as Daisy was sulking and refused to cooperate when Daddy wanted to discuss the incident. When the reached Johnny's house, he escorted Daisy into the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink.
"We're going to have lunch, and then you will be punished for your naughtiness and lack of remorse." He sat Daisy on one of the kitchen chairs. "Stay there. I'm going to get something from the workshop."
He returned with a high chair.
Daisy stared at it in horror. "I'm not going in that!"
"That's what you think," said Johnny smoothly. He reached out and lifted her up and sat her in it, then clipped the little plastic tray into position. It was a tight fit and Daisy wasn't comfortable.
"I don't like it," she protested. "There's no room to move about."
"That's the idea," said Johnny dryly.
"Get me outta here!" Daisy balled her fingers into fists and began to bang against the plastic lid. Bang. Bang. Bang. It was kind of satisfying to make that irritating noise. Bang. Bang. Bang. Between bangs she complained and whined and demanded to be let out of the chair. "Hey - where are you going Daddy?" She watched as he left the kitchen.
But when he returned he was carrying the pacifier which he shoved in her mouth, and her floppy-eared rabbit.
"Stop that disgraceful racket and shut up. I don't want to hear another squeak from you. Be quiet and play with bunny while I make lunch." Daisy spat out the
pacifier and instead began chewing one of the ears of the rabbit. "Don't do that, Daisy. How would you like to have your ear chewed and made all soggy, huh?"
Daisy hid a smile and carried on chewing while she watched lunch being prepared. It looked good - thin slices of roast beef on French bread, with a little smear of horseradish sauce. Then she frowned. There was only one plate of roast beef sandwiches. Daddy was reaching for a little jar out of the cupboard. He emptied out the contents into a little pink plastic dish and put it in the microwave, gave it a stir, blew on it to help it cool a little and then brought it over to Daisy.
"Here we are, baby. Mashed carrot and tomato. Full of nutritious goodness."
"Huh?!" Daisy stared at the mushy red pile of food in utter disgust. Baby food? I'm not eating THAT!
"Open wide."
"Shan't," she said defiantly, and closed her mouth firmly.
"Daisy. Open your mouth like a good girl." He teased the spoon between her lips.
"Ewww. That stinks."
"It does not stink." Daddy gave her another spoonful. "Eat up now."
"Don't like it."
"If you don't eat it, there'll be no strawberry ice cream for pudding."
Daisy considered his words. She loved ice cream and strawberry was her favourite flavour. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and forced down more of the wretched baby food. It was bland and yucky and she didn't enjoy it one bit, but the promise of ice cream to come helped her eat the first course ... and she did rather enjoy Daddy feeding her. That was nice. "All gone," she said when the last spoon full had been devoured. "Ice cream now!"
"Good girl. Yes, you can have your ice cream now." He went to the freezer and returned with a little tub. "But I think we need a bib on to help prevent you from spoiling your nice clean clothes." He produced a white towelling bib and clipped it into place around the back of her neck.
It was worth the indignity of wearing a bib to taste that ice cream. It was delicious. She ate it all, and Daddy let her feed herself with a second helping while he munched his sandwich.
After lunch, Daddy sponged her face with a damp cloth and carried her upstairs.
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