Black Light- Defended

by Golden Angel

  A little trickle of warmth went through her when he smiled at her. It wasn’t a very big smile, but just enough of one to let her know that she was forgiven.

  “I’m glad to hear that, baby girl,” he said, giving her hot bottom a squeeze before lowering her legs back down. “Now put your legs back in position, we’re not quite done yet.”

  Right. The diaper. Melody spread her feet back open, trying not to wriggle too much as her sensitized cheeks touched the comforter. What had been soft and cushiony a few moments ago now felt a little scratchy on the two red spots. At least, she assumed she was red where he’d spanked her, it certainly felt like she should be.

  Being diapered might not turn her on, but being spanked definitely did, even though this spanking had been sharp, quick, and surprisingly painful. Now that it was over, the afterburn combined with being naked in front of Daddy while he was fully clothed and controlling her every movement, was highly arousing.

  As she watched, Daddy unscrewed the top of the tube he'd gotten out of the drawer, squeezing a little bit of something clear onto his finger.

  "What's that, Daddy?" she asked, her curiosity spiking again and almost making her forget about the discomfort of her bottom.

  Rather than answering her, Daddy put down the tube and used two fingers on his other hand to spread her labia apart. Melody immediately felt a little uncomfortable with how intimately he was able to view her right now, but she was also unbearably aroused by his casual handling of her most private areas. Daddy's finger ran over the sensitive nub of her clit, making her hips jerk as she gasped in reaction.

  He rubbed for a moment, making her writhe as the sensitive nub responded to his touch. Melody moaned, her hips lifting eagerly against the stimulation. When he stopped, she cried out, but even when he moved his finger away, her clit kept tingling.

  Daddy picked up the diaper with his other hand and slid it under her bottom. Melody wasn't really paying attention to that though, because the tingling in her clit was starting to feel warmer—actually it was starting to feel hot, like a slow-building burn on her most sensitive spot.

  "Daddy, what did you do? My... I'm burning!" She started to reach down toward the diaper he was finishing securing to her hips, and Daddy immediately grabbed her hands, pushing them back up above her head. Now she was burning in two places, on her clit and her bottom cheeks. The lingering sting from her spanking was already fading in comparison to the growing heat prickling her sensitive nub.

  "It's just a little bit of ginger oil, baby girl," he said calmly. "You didn't think the diaper was the only part of your punishment, did you?"

  Actually, she kind of had. The burning was intensifying, and Melody cried out as she squirmed. The mix of unfamiliar and erotically painful sensations was starting to drive her a little wild.

  "Now stay right here, just like this," Daddy said, pressing her wrists into the mattress slightly before he let them go and straightened back up. "I'm going to go wash the oil off my hand, and then I'll come back to help you finish getting dressed. If you move, I'm going to have to add to your punishment."

  "Yes, Daddy." Her voice came out in a high whine, back arching slightly because already she was dying to move her hands down to try and soothe her clit. This might be punishment, and maybe she hadn't thought being diapered would be sexy, but she was so turned on she could barely stand it.

  She bit her lip, wondering if she’d be able to stand the burning on her clit. It hurt, but at the same time, all she wanted to do was rub it until she came. Her Daddy was devious at punishments. Melody didn’t think she’d forget to take care of her basic safety checks ever again!

  Fully dressed in the ruffled lavender dress, hair in two pigtails hanging down on either side of her face, diaper making it hard for her to stand with her legs together, Melody looked adorably pouty. At least half of that pout was from sexual frustration; she’d turned delightfully squirmy under the effects of the ginger. It should help keep her at a nice, low simmer all evening, until Kawan decided she'd been good enough to earn her orgasm.

  Kawan had put her on the couch and turned on Frozen for her to watch while he made dinner. Every time he looked over at her, she was squirming again, making him grin. Even the movie could only distract her to a point.

  As soon as dinner was ready, he stopped the movie, and she immediately protested.

  "Hey! It's not done!" The childish outburst was completely natural, not at all fabricated. Kawan had a feeling her little age was going to end up being several years older than a baby, but probably not too many.

  "No, but dinner is. Come and eat and then we can finish the movie together after dinner."

  Melody got a slightly mulish expression on her face, but she sighed and stood up. The short dress swirled around her thighs as she whirled around and flounced over to the dining room table, giving Kawan delightful little glimpses of her upper legs and the diaper she was wearing.

  As soon as she got there, she brightened up. "Chicken nuggets? And smiley fries?"

  "And broccoli," Kawan said firmly, but that didn't dampen her spirits at all, since he knew that broccoli was one of her favorite vegetables. Happily, she sat down at her placemat, with just a slight wince and a wriggle. The spanking he’d given her had probably mostly faded, but she was still getting used to the diaper. She only paused for a moment when she realized there were no utensils for her, before picking up a broccoli floret with her fingers. The purple sippy cup made her giggle, and she beamed at him as she picked it up to inspect it.

  Smiling, Kawan sat down at his place, enjoying watching her discover the small joys of being his baby.

  Chapter 19

  The next real test for Melody came while they were watching Frozen, after dinner. She was cuddled up on his lap, head resting on his shoulder, his hand caressing her thigh while they watched the movie. The crinkling sound of the diaper when she occasionally shifted made him grin every time. He was hard as a rock, but content just to hold her and watch the movie for now. She was shifting more and more often as the movie played, until she finally tugged on his shirt.

  "Daddy, can you pause the movie? I have to potty." From the way she shifted, Kawan could tell she was about to stand up.

  He tightened his grip on her, keeping her on his lap. "No, sweetie, you don't need to use the bathroom. What do you think the diaper is for?"

  The utter look of horror on her face almost made him laugh, but he managed to hold it back. He’d expected this reaction, after all, it wasn’t an uncommon one, even from baby girls who liked the idea of being diapered.

  "I didn't... I can't..." she sputtered. She turned bright red with embarrassment over the very idea.

  Keeping a tight grip on her with one hand, Kawan grabbed the remote with the other to pause the movie. Not so that she could go use the bathroom, but so that they could talk—and also because he was going to need to change her as soon as she finished.

  "You can safe word," he offered. "But unless it causes you real distress, I want you to use your diaper like a good baby girl."

  She squirmed slightly, obviously uncomfortable, torn between wanting to please him and wanting to maintain her dignity. Kawan shifted his hand, moving it fully over her lower belly and pressing his fingers into her, right over her bladder. Melody gasped.

  "No.... I can't..." She grabbed at his hand trying to pull it away.

  "No isn't your safe word, Melody."

  She whined in response.

  Satisfaction washed over him. He was already sure that she wasn't going to say her safe word. She was going to submit. Kawan wasn't turned on by her need to use the bathroom, exactly, but by the complete control she was giving him over her body.

  Oh no...

  She couldn't actually do it, could she?

  But he wanted her to.

  Despite the thick cushion of the diaper, Melody had been very aware of her Daddy's erection from the moment he'd settled her onto his lap. Especially because her clit was still tingling from th
e ginger oil even though it didn’t burn anymore. She’d been aroused the whole time but tried to concentrate on the movie.

  But he was still hard now, even though he'd basically just ordered her to wet herself while she was sitting on top of him. She didn't find that part sexy, but being held in place and told to do something she didn't want to?

  Yeah. That got her going.

  Perverted.

  Peggy's voice whispered in her head.

  Strangely enough, that was what helped her decide. Because she wasn't going to let Peggy determine what she was willing to try.

  Well, that and the fact that unless she safe worded, Daddy wasn't going to let her up and she really needed to go. Had needed to go for a while but had been trying to hold out until the movie ended.

  His fingers pressed against her tummy and Melody whimpered again, closing her eyes because she could feel it starting.

  Oh god...

  It was too embarrassing. She turned, burrowing her head into Daddy's shoulder as her bladder released. It felt so strange to be peeing while she was sitting on top of him, being held by him.

  Daddy's hand moved to stroke her back. "Good girl, sweetheart, I knew you could do it."

  There was a kind of possessiveness in his voice that soothed her embarrassment, like he knew she would do this humiliating thing for him and only for him. She felt a strange kind of pride in that, like she’d passed some kind of test, even though she knew he wouldn’t have been mad if she’d safe worded.

  She squeaked as he slid one arm under her knees and pushed up to stand, holding her in his arms. Lips pressed against the top of her head, a sweet kiss as a reward.

  "Let's go get you changed and then we can finish the movie."

  Being a baby wasn't that bad. That had been the worst of it. She blushed all the way through having her diaper changed, but she was happy to be snuggled back in his arms while they finished watching the movie.

  As soon as it ended, Daddy shifted her in his arms so that he could see her face.

  "Well, baby girl, it's time for bed. How do you feel about your first night as a baby?"

  Melody wrinkled her nose. "The diaper wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but I still don't like it much. I wouldn't want to wear one all the time. And... I really don't want to do a number two in one. I think that's a hard limit for me."

  Daddy chuckled. "Noted. You've been a very good girl all evening. Do you know what good girls get?"

  "Is it cock?" she asked, brightening up with excitement. Daddy choked on a laugh, coughing to try and cover it while Melody giggled. She hadn't been joking, she really was hoping it was cock, but his deep laugh was infectious.

  Still laughing, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, shaking his head. "Oh, you are going to be handful, I can tell."

  "A handful of cock?"

  Daddy straightened up, his expression becoming more stern, although his eyes were still dancing with amusement. "Little girl, if you keep using naughty words, Daddy's going to have to wash your mouth out with soap. Those kinds of words are for the bedroom only."

  Ugh. Melody had had her mouth washed out with soap when she was a kid and it was not a fond memory. Pressing her lips together, she ran two fingers along them, miming a zipping motion. Daddy laughed again and she grinned. This was fun.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom, baby girl, and then you can use those naughty words all you want.” Daddy stood, picking her up with him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to his bedroom.

  Stripping Melody out of her dress, leaving her only in the diaper, Kawan had to grin as he lay her back on the bed. As far as he was concerned, she looked adorable, and he enjoyed the view since he had a feeling she wouldn’t be wearing a diaper very often after tonight. Well, not unless she was a lot naughtier than he expected she would be.

  While she was a mischievous little imp, she also had an innate desire to be a good girl. He thoroughly enjoyed both impulses.

  “Hands above your head, baby girl,” he ordered as he began to take off his own clothes.

  Melody’s eyes gleamed as he undressed, her arms stretched above her head, thrusting her breasts up. The diaper didn’t allow her to press her thighs together the way she needed to in order to get the right pressure on her clit. She still tried though, and Kawan enjoyed watching her squirming as she made the attempt.

  He turned his back on her just long enough to set his clothes down on the top of his dresser, and when he turned around, she had one hand pressing down over her diaper. Seeing his movement, she immediately whipped it back up above her head, but it was already too late.

  “Very naughty, baby girl, where are your hands supposed to be?” he asked, shaking his head as he moved back toward the bed.

  “Above my head,” she said, looking a little shamefaced. Then her eyes opened wider, full of pleading. “But I wasn’t rubbing! I just need to press down, just for a second…”

  “If you really needed to, what should you have done?” he asked, stopping next to the bed and putting his hands on his hips. His erection jutted out in front of him, like it was trying to reach for her, but both of them were going to have to wait a little longer.

  Some indiscretions, a daddy couldn’t ignore.

  Melody’s gaze guiltily slid away from his.

  “Asked you?” she mumbled, making it into a question.

  “Exactly right, little girl.”

  Crouching down, he pulled open one of the under-bed drawers. He couldn’t help but wonder what Melody would think if she knew everything that was neatly tucked away under his bed. For now though, he only needed the soft-lined cuffs.

  “When little girls can’t be trusted, they have to be restrained,” he said as he stood, holding them up for her to see.

  Her face fell. “But I wanted to touch you!”

  “Then you should have stayed in position.” The stern look he gave her made her wilt, and his cock throbbed in response. He loved seeing the chastened expression on her face.

  Another time, perhaps, he would make even more of an example out of her indiscretion, but it was her first weekend, and he was inclined to be lenient. Plus, he was only willing to torment himself so far in the name of disciplining her.

  It was quick work to wrap the cuffs around her wrists and secure them to his headboard. Then he took each of her ankles in turn, spreading her legs far apart and cuffed them as well, attaching them to the bedposts and leaving her completely open and vulnerable. Her eyes were wide with both apprehension and excitement, her body quivering under his touch.

  “Beautiful, baby girl,” he murmured, getting onto the bed between her thighs, running his hands up her legs to the diaper. She shuddered, and then blushed furiously when his hands reached the diaper, as if she’d forgotten it was there. Then she moaned a little in disappointment when his hands kept sliding, over the diaper, up her torso to her breasts.

  The soft mounds were heavy in his hands and Kawan squeezed them together, running his thumbs over her nipples. The little buds hardened further, tightening into tempting little points. He wasn’t particularly interested in fighting temptation at this point, so he leaned over to suck one into his mouth.

  Moaning, Melody arched as Daddy played with her breasts, pleasure surging in a direct line from her nipples to her pussy. His touch was gentle, arousing, until he bit down, and then she keened at the hot wash of painful pleasure, twisting in the restraints. Just that little touch of pain was enough to kick up her need from ‘overwhelming’ to ‘desperate’.

  Her clit was throbbing against the diaper and she was sure this one was wet too, although not for the same reason as her previous diaper. She was so turned on she wasn’t sure she could bear much more stimulation. Being bound to Daddy’s bed was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.

  It didn’t matter how she jerked her hands or legs—she couldn’t move. And every attempted movement confirming that fact only made her hotter and wetter.

  “Daddy
, please,” she begged as he switched breasts. The cool air against her wet nipple just made her even more aware of the little bud, contrasting with the way his hot mouth suckled at her other nipple. His fingers moved to the wet nipple, pinching and pulling, tormenting her by playing with her breasts while completely ignoring her pulsing pussy.

  She tried to twist again, writhing, moving her hips up in a desperate attempt for contact. The diaper brushed against what she was sure was his cock and she moaned because she still couldn’t feel anything.

  When he finally pulled back from her nipples, leaving them dark pink and throbbing, she almost cried with relief as his hands went to her diaper. Chuckling, he pulled it off of her, tossing it to the side. The cool air of the bedroom on her heated pussy did nothing to cool her fervor.

  “Daddy, pleaaaase, I need you.” She moved her hips upwards, showing him where she needed him.

  Rather than answering her, Daddy lowered his head between her legs. It wasn’t quite what she’d wanted, but she wasn’t going to argue either. She moaned, shuddering as his tongue pressed against her sensitive pussy, sliding between her lips and licking straight up the center to her swollen clit.

  “Oh, Daddy!” It felt so good. She moved her hips, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to come. “Oh!” She cried out again as she felt his fingers dipping into her pussy, sliding easily through her wetness and stretching her open. Immediately she clamped down around his fingers, shuddering as he moved them back and forth inside of her, mimicking sex but not giving her the satisfaction she yearned for.

  When he slid them out of her completely, she whined—and then whimpered as he pressed the slick digits to her anus.

  “Daddy!”

  But his mouth was too busy to answer her, suckling on the sensitive lips of her pussy, teasing at her clit, and his fingers began to burrow into her bottom, unchecked. He hadn’t touched that particular hole since last weekend at Black Light, and it felt particularly sensitive right now. The little nerve endings ignited, sending a flush of pleasure through her as he stretched the tight ring, twisting and pumping with his fingers so that she could feel every centimeter of the invasion.