by Lucy Wild
She nodded. “Please don’t make me.”
“Oh, I won’t make you, I’m not an ogre. Come on then, off we go.”
“Wait, what?”
“You don’t want to wear a nappy. I won’t make you wear one. But you better not have an accident while we are out. I am trusting you, little Abbey.”
“But…”
“But you haven’t any knickers, have you? Tough. You have asked to go without nappy, I have agreed. Now we are going to get some fresh air.”
“But…” She was cut off as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the front door. She fought him at first, but with one furious glance back at her, she realised it would be pointless to try to stop him. He unlocked the front door and then nodded down at a pair of black Mary Jane shoes on the mat. Abbey slipped them on, surprised to find they fitted perfectly. “Will they not get muddy?” she asked and he answered by hoisting her over his shoulder, carrying her out into the field.
Abbey yelped, reaching down to try and hold her dress in place, only too aware that her bottom was exposed as they walked out to the lane. She blushed furiously as he set her down on her feet before shoving a dummy into her mouth. She went to take it out but he muttered, “Don’t you dare,” and her hand fell away.
Together they walked along the country lane towards the village. Abbey silently wished they would turn back, not wanting any of the locals to see her like this. She could run to her house of course but she doubted any door would be strong enough to hold him back, he would only force his way in and take her back and her last spanking was still fresh in her mind.
As they walked, she kept her hand against the side of her dress, doing her best to stop the wind from blowing it upwards to expose her indecent lack of underwear. They were just about to enter the village when he stopped. “Do not do anything to embarrass me or yourself,” he said, looking down at her as she cowered before him. “Be a good little girl and I will reward you, understood?”
“Yes, Papa.”
“Come on then.”
On they walked, entering the village and making their way slowly through. Abbey sucked on her dummy, drawing comfort from it as she did from his hand gripping hers, the only things stopping her from collapsing in fear and shame. Though there was no one outside, she could feel eyes on her from every angle. Were people watching through their windows? She could see no one but she was as sure as could be that they were there, observing her closely.
They reached the other end of the village and as they did so, a car drove past, the occupant doing a double take as he saw Abbey sucking on her dummy. As the car rushed past, it brought with it a gust of wind that swept her dress upwards, exposing her bottom to the vanishing vehicle. Abbey grabbed hold of it, tugging it down and wishing she’d agreed to the nappy. Anything was better than this.
They turned back and as they did so, an old woman came out of her house, walking down the path to the wall which divided her garden from the pavement. “Good evening,” Papa said, leaning against the wall and motioning for Abbey to do the same.
“Good evening,” she replied. “I see you’ve brought your little one out for some air.”
“I have indeed.”
“Little brat needs locking up if you ask me.”
“Oh come now, we were all young once.”
“Stealing a bike? It’s enough to make your blood run cold.”
From where she was stood, Abbey could only make out the woman’s head and shoulders, the rest of her body out of sight behind the wall. She wondered if she was equally hidden, though the dummy was impossible to hide. She thought about ducking out of sight but as Papa replied to the woman, his hand went to the back of her dress, sliding down to the hem.
“It’s a fine enough evening,” he said, the tips of his fingers beginning to glide over her bottom. Abbey did her best to keep her expression neutral, wanting to scream that he was touching her, Papa was actually touching her gently. His fingers played their way between her buttocks, moving down until he was cupping her behind, squeezing it roughly whilst the woman continued on her rant. “I don’t know how they think they can get away with it. The country’s gone down the pan if you ask me. A few more nurseries like yours and things would soon sort themselves out. A window was put through in Riversby last week. Did you hear?”
Papa nodded politely as his hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy which was already wet with anticipation. Something about being in public and yet also being hidden was so exciting, it was all she could do to keep quiet, sucking on her dummy the only way to stop her making any noise at all. She sucked all the more frantically when his index finger pushed slowly up inside her, filling and stretching her with his sheer bulk as he continued the conversation.
“How’s she coming along, anyway? Reddened her behind yet? Little brat deserves it well enough.”
“You know I don’t discuss what happens in the nursery,” he said, his finger starting to slide back and forth inside her, almost lifting her into the air with each movement.
“I know, I know. I just hope you give her what she deserves is all I’m saying.”
“You need not trouble yourself on that score,” he said, sliding his finger from her and stepping away from the wall. “She will get everything she deserves and more. Now we must be heading back, it’s starting to get dark.”
“Of course. Don’t let me keep you but if you want my opinion, you’ll keep a very close eye on that one.”
“I will indeed,” he replied, taking Abbey by the hand. She could feel her own wetness on his finger as he pulled her away. The tops of her thighs were damp, a constant reminder of what he’d just done, alongside the tingle of desire that throbbed within her as they walked slowly back to the house.
“Why did you do that?” she asked through her dummy.
“Because you were good and didn’t run away. You behave, you get rewarded. Now let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”
He hoisted her over his shoulder again, passing over the muddy track to the doorstep, setting her down on the mat and looking at her in a strange way. “You’re a strange one, whine about wearing a nappy but no complaints when I put a finger inside you. Almost as if you wanted me to.” He shrugged as if putting his thoughts aside. “In we go.”
Chapter Ten
Abbey yawned as she walked into the house, the heat combining with the stress of the day to make her realise just how tired she was. “Of course,” Papa said, lifting her into his arms, letting the dummy fall from her mouth. “It’s been a long day for such a little one. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He carried her through to the nursery, lying her down on the changing mat and lifting her dress to her waist. He sprinkled powder between her legs, rubbing it in swiftly as if he had not just teased her so naughtily out on the street. He applied the cream equally abruptly but then his movements suddenly changed, slowing as he spread her lips apart, his head lowering towards her pussy. He examined her wetness, dipping a finger into her before sliding it up to her clit, circling it slowly before leaning in and then brushing over it with his lips, just once.
He leaned back for a nappy, leaving Abbey panting from the unexpected touch of his soft lips on her most sensitive spot. He slid the nappy under her, strapping the sides in place before helping her to stand, ignoring the hints she gave of her desire, the way she looked up at him, the way her hips swayed slightly, her feet turning inwards.
He pulled her dress up and off her before sinking into the armchair which lay in shadows in the corner of the room. He switched on a lamp next to him, patting his lap for her to join him. Abbey climbed onto his lap, curling up against his chest as he picked up a book from the shelf beside him and began to read.
“Once upon a time,” he said, his voice gentle as with his free hand, he stroked her hair softly, “there was a little girl who was very, very naughty. Now one day, this little girl wandered away from her papa and got lost in the dark, dark wood.”
Abbey found hers
elf feeling younger as he read, becoming more innocent, more placid, less stressed about wearing only a nappy, about being his little. He had given her the dummy again as he read and she automatically sucked on it, hearing his heartbeat against her ear as she snuggled against his chest, listening to the story.
Her parents had never read her a bedtime story, it was not something she’d ever experienced but listening to his soothing voice, she found herself relaxing into him, her eyes drooping as the little girl was reunited with her Papa after a not too scary adventure in the wood. When he finished, he set the book down, kissing her forehead as she blinked up at him. “Time for bed, little Abbey,” he said, lifting her into the cot.
She pouted back at him. “Don’t want you to go.”
“Why on earth not?”
How could she word it? She didn’t say anything for a moment as she knew she couldn’t just say, “Because I’ve suddenly decided I want to know what your cock looks like.”
“Scared of the dark.”
She thought he might shout at her but instead he smiled. “I didn’t realise. Would you like me to leave the light on?”
She nodded but as he turned to go, she grabbed his hand through the bars of the cot, holding on tightly. “Don’t be naughty,” he said, trying to peel her fingers away. “It’s time for bed.”
“Please,” she said, still holding on tightly.
“If you don’t let go, there’ll be trouble, little Abbey.”
Good,” she grinned, pulling him towards her.
“Oh, you are a bad little girl,” he growled, looming over the side of the cot. “Do you want another spanking?”
Abbey almost nodded before she got control of herself.
“Or maybe something else?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I want you to stay, Papa. Don’t go.”
He sighed. “If I stay in here any longer, I’m likely to do something I’ve never done with one of my littles. I have to go.”
“What?” she asked, looking up at his conflicted face. “What will you do?”
“I…” His voice faltered. “I…oh God, I can’t help it.” He reached over the top of the cot, pushing her down to her knees. “It’s that look on your face, I can’t resist it.”
Abbey stared in disbelief as he reached for the fly of his trousers, lowering it frantically and reaching inside to pull out his enormous rigid cock. It jutted towards her as he thrust it through the bars, the scent of his masculinity reaching her nostrils a second later as it brushed over her lips.
She was torn between backing away from something so intimidating and embracing it fully. He made the decision for her. “Open your mouth and keep still,” he said. “Don’t make a sound, don’t move, just let me fuck your face. I have to fuck it.”
She could almost see it throbbing as she opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out towards him. She was pressed up against the bars on her side and he moved closer on the other, pushing himself all the way into the back of her throat in a single motion. Reaching over the top of the cot, he grabbed hold of her head, keeping her in place as he began to thrust into her mouth. She did her best to use her lips and tongue to please him, not easy with her head clamped in place. Her jaw ached, saliva ran down her chin and she had to take what gasping breaths she could when he pulled from her before thrusting in again. Her throat grew sore as he moved ever faster, groaning above her, his cock beginning to twitch in her mouth.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he muttered, his words losing their strength as he gripped her head more tightly, thrusting deep into her a final time. Abbey’s eyes widened as his shaft twitched in place and then she felt a hot salty wetness gushing from him, almost choking her. He pulled back as it poured onto her tongue, sitting in place as she couldn’t swallow with him still filling her mouth. Only when he slid from her, could she taste it properly, swallowing hungrily whilst he turned and almost ran from the room.
Unable to go after him, Abbey could do nothing but wonder if she’d done something wrong. She lay down in the cot, pulling the blankets over her and closing her eyes, picturing his cock in her mouth, thinking what it would be like to feel it inside her. Would it even fit? It was a pipe dream anyway. From the way he’d looked when he left the room, she doubted he would let her remain in his house any longer, let alone take her into his bed.
It was a long time before she slept.
Chapter Eleven
Abbey woke up the next morning to find herself in Papa’s arms. “What’s happening?” she asked, a yawn escaping her as he laid her down on the changing mat.
“You’ve slept until noon,” Papa replied, undoing her nappy and tossing it into the bin. “We need to be in the village hall in an hour. I had no choice but to wake you.”
“The village hall? But why?”
“Because,” he said, sprinkling powder between her legs, “it is time for them to decide whether you need to remain in the nursery.”
Abbey was about to speak but then his hands were rubbing the cream between her legs and her mind leapt backwards to the previous evening. Had it really happened? Could it have been a dream? She thought of the look of his cock as it slid into her mouth, the expression on his face when he came, the fact that she’d helped him to do that. He wasn’t acting any different, in fact he was acting colder than ever. He barely rubbed any cream into the folds of her pussy before he grabbed her hips and spun her over, lying her on her front. “This might hurt at first,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “but I promise it will be worth it.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder to see him brandishing a stainless steel buttplug. “You’re not, are you?” Even as she said the words, her insides tingled at the thought of it being inside her. Only once in her life had she slid a finger into her bottom, following the advice in an article in her favourite magazine. She’d felt nothing at all but pain and had written off the experiment as a waste of time.
But as he lubricated the plug, she felt something very different, a readiness borne of the hunger in his eyes. “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart,” he said, kneeling between her legs. She did as he asked, feeling his gaze on her most intimate area, feeling both exposed but protected, knowing he knew best, trusting in him.
The tip of the plug made her gasp when it touched her hole, it was colder than she’d expected. He pushed slowly forwards and she winced as her entrance stretched around it, the solidity of it unstoppable. It kept moving, widening her so much she felt she was on the verge of screaming but then it was in, her bottom retracting around it, holding it in place inside it. The heavy presence of it was impossible to ignore and as she was rolled onto her back, it pressed deeper into her, moving against her insides and making her cheeks flush, her breath catching in her throat.
“We better get moving,” he said, quickly getting a nappy on her whilst she attempted to get used to the feeling of her bottom being so solidly filled. Standing up made it worse, gravity tugging the plug downwards until the nappy stopped it moving any further. “Into this dress,” he said, pushing it over her shoulders, “and then get your shoes on.”
They were out of the door a minute later, Abbey carried over his shoulder to the road before being set down and beginning to walk. It felt oddly comforting to be out in public wearing a nappy, so different to the shame of being naked under her dress, even though it rustled against her skin. At least her growing need to relieve herself didn’t matter, there’d be no need to rush off to a bathroom. She could use it for its purpose and make her Papa proud of her, embrace the life of the little.
The plug made her insides throb with desire as she walked and by the time they reached the village hall, she was flushed and breathing hard, doing her best to keep her expression in check as the villagers all turned to look at her. Mr Watson was on the stage again but this time there were no guards, just her and her Papa stood next to each other.
“We are here,” Mr Watson began, “to ascerta
in whether this miscreant has learned her lesson. Is she still a spoilt brat or is she a welcome addition to our village?”
Papa turned to him and smiled. “Or is she both?”
“That’s enough levity,” Mr Watson snapped back at him. “Miss Moncrieff, are you quite well? You look rather uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine, thank you,” Abbey managed to squeak, shuffling on the spot as her need to relieve herself grew alongside the slight movement of the plug in her rear.
“Then we will proceed. Have you anything to say about your crimes or your punishment before I make my judgement?”
“Yes, Sir. I would like to apologise to you all for what I did and also to thank you.”
“To thank us?”
“Yes, Sir. If it was not for your actions, I would not have met my Papa here.”
Mr Watson coughed. “I am not sure that is entirely appropriate. Why are you looking at him like that?”
“Oh, I admire him, that’s all.”
Mr Watson stared at her before moving his eyes to her Papa. “I will see you both in my room for a moment. This way.”
He stood up, moving to the back of the stage, pushing open a door and then vanishing through it. Abbey followed, each step making her wince with a mixture of pressure, pleasure, and pain all wrapped up together.
She slowly made her way through the door, finding herself in a small office. Mr Watson had already sat behind his desk, looking down at her hips. “What’s inside that nappy?” he asked.
“I’m not sure that’s a reasonable question to ask a lady,” Abbey replied.
“You are not a lady again until I say so. There is something in there, I can tell. No little looks like that without something going on. Get that nappy off.”
“I’d rather she kept it on,” Papa said, speaking for her.
“I don’t care what you’d rather do. Get it off.”
Abbey looked up at her Papa and he nodded reluctantly back at her. She reached down and undid the sides of the nappy, letting it fall to the floor.