Please Daddy

by Maggie Ryan

  Setting back on her heels, she wondered why he’d ask such a silly question. Giving Trisha a glance, she also saw that Veronica was looking at her. Suddenly, she had an inkling of what was happening. Turning back to her daddy, she shook her head. “No, sir. I know I was naughty. You were just a good daddy and gave me a spanking to remind me that naughtiness is not nice. I promise I’m not mad. I’m glad that you love me enough to take me in hand when I step out of bounds even if it does make my bottom ache.”

  Dalton smiled and leaned forward. “I do love you, very, very much, ladybug.” He bent to kiss her and she felt her heart fill. God, she loved this man.

  A half-hour later, Joe called the contest as it was getting close to dinner time. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that their creation was not the winner. The castle made by the other team had turrets with tiny flags made from seaweed flying and a moat lined with sea shells. “It’s beautiful,” Coco said, giving Jenny a hug. “Your team is definitely the winner.”

  “Everyone agree?” Joe, ever the diplomat, asked and the vote was unanimous—even Veronica lifted her hand half way.

  “All right then, there are stuffies waiting for you three. Let’s get cleaned up for dinner and I’ll present them then, okay?”

  “Yes, Uncle Joe,” the winning girls shouted. Everyone gathered their belongings and though she was allowed to slip her flip-flops back on, both Coco and Trisha remained bare bottomed on the walk back to the house.

  “Okay, ladybug, into the shower with you,” Dalton said once they reached their room. “I bet you’ve got sand in places you never imagined.”

  Coco knew that to be true, she’d wanted to scratch and rub at her privates for the past hour and once he’d untied her top and removed it, additional clumps of sand falling to the tile floor, she eagerly jumped into the shower, lifting her face to the warm spray descending from the overhead rain head. Her daddy joined her and she leaned against him as he poured shampoo into his palm.

  “Okay, eyes closed and head back,” he instructed and when she complied, he began to wash her hair.

  “That feels so good,” she moaned as his fingers massaged her scalp.

  “I love washing you,” Dalton said, “Every inch of you.” He finished her hair, running his fingers through it until he was positive all the suds were gone.

  Coco moaned again as his hands slipped around her to cup her breasts, fingers stroking over nipples that were taut and aching to be plucked. No matter how many times he made love to her, she was instantly ready for him again. When he turned her and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping when he lowered her onto his cock.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, leaning her head against his chest.

  He continued to lift and lower her until her head arched back, and she was begging to come. “Yes, little one, come for me.”

  She felt her body tense and then release into wave after wave of bliss. Her daddy continued to thrust in and out of her until it was his turn to moan as he enjoyed his own release. He held her until she stopped trembling, kissing her neck, her cheeks and her mouth as the water began to turn cold and she shivered.

  “We better make the rest of this quick,” he said, lifting her off and setting her back onto her feet. They finished their shower and after drying her body and then her hair, he led her back into the bedroom to dress for dinner.

  “Okay, lay back,” he directed as he went to a drawer and came back with a diaper. Coco sighed but obeyed, her daddy lifting her legs again and sliding the cloth underneath her. She moaned as he patted her bottom. “You’re still awfully red and hot.” He lowered her legs only to lift them again a moment later, shaking down the thermometer he’d retrieved.

  Coco knew her face was as hot as her bottom. He’d never before taken her temperature in this position, one hand wrapped around both her ankles, her legs high in the air, her ass lifted slightly off the bed.

  “Reach down and pull your cheeks open. Daddy only has one hand,” he instructed. Once she had her cheeks spread, he slowly slid the glass tube deep, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. She tried not to squirm too much, surrendering to his control. Every twirl of the tube had her remembering being taken by her daddy and had her wondering when he’d again sink into her heinie. She no longer feared it, but she was a little surprised to discover that she couldn’t wait for him to do so again.

  “Soon,” he said and she flushed hotter knowing he’d read her thoughts again. “But for now, let’s check to see if you are running a temperature. You were such a good girl for Daddy,” he praised as he slipped the tube from her. Evidently satisfied that the heat came from just her punishment, he lowered her legs and her bottom settled on the white cloth.

  “Ladybug, what do you think about being diapered?”

  Coco felt her tummy flip and her face heat at the question. Or was her body just reacting to the fact that he’d asked it while stroking his fingers along her sex? Either way, she wasn’t sure what to say. “Wha…what do you mean?”

  His eyes found hers and his eyebrow quirked. “It’s not a test, Coco. I just would like to know how you felt about it. I know we’ve discussed it a bit, but, well, I also know that you didn’t expect it to happen…not like it did anyway.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Was it absolutely horrid or can you see yourself accepting and perhaps even enjoying the experience?”

  She didn’t immediately answer. This was another reason why she loved him so much. Dalton never assumed anything about their dynamic. Instead, they’d had countless conversations about what they both liked or, granted mostly in her case only, what she didn’t like or feel comfortable with including in their chosen lifestyle. He never judged, never demanded, constantly telling her that her gift of submission was an incredible one…one he’d treasure and never take for granted. So, how did she feel? Squirming a bit, feeling the soft cloth beneath her, remembering her surprise at how the fluffy fabric had felt between her legs. How for some unfathomable reason, she’d felt almost…well cocooned within its embrace.

  “To be honest, I expected to hate it, but I don’t. It makes me feel…um, even littler if that makes sense.”

  He smiled. “It makes perfect sense.” Being Dalton, a man she knew who took the time to consider every aspect of something before moving on, he asked another question. “And using it? Having to come to me and ask to be changed? How did that make you feel?”

  She considered the embarrassment she’d felt when learning she was expected to actually use the diaper, but mostly remembered how he’d made it so easy for her and how it had felt to watch her daddy care for her, changing her so tenderly, the smile on his lips and the look of love in his eyes—she had her answer.

  “It was embarrassing but I realized that even with something as…as intimate as having to change me, you made me feel very loved.”

  “That’s because you are very loved,” he said, bending to give her a gentle kiss that had her insides warming.

  “Daddy? What do you think about it?”

  He stroked a finger down her cheek. “You were honest with me and I will reciprocate. I felt very honored to accept the responsibility for my little one on yet another level. I do so adore all your special little panties but, well, if you are willing, I wouldn’t mind seeing my ladybug in a diaper every now and then.”

  Coco couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “Trisha said she wears diapers when she feels really stressed or when Uncle Joe thinks she needs to be reminded of her place. I don’t want to wear one all the time…or even often, but I think that some days, it would be nice to sit on your lap and be cuddled and…” she paused but knew she the only way to let her darkest desires be known was to voice them. “Be cradled while you fed me a bottle.”

  “I would be glad to do that whenever you need, Coco. So you’re saying we should add a few diapers to our play?”

  She nodded, her heart clutching a bit knowing that this man, her husband and her wonderful daddy would make sur
e she felt safe and loved for as long as she lived.

  He picked up the container of talcum powder and then Coco smiled when before he sprinkled it, he first bent to kiss her pussy…as he always did before pulling up her panties.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she said once he helped her off the bed and buttoned up her dress.

  “Thank you, honey,” he said as he dressed himself. Taking her hand, they left the room.

  “Daddy? Are you and Uncle Joe trying to help Uncle Carlton be a better daddy?”

  Dalton stopped walking and looked down at her. “You think he needs help?”

  She hesitated for a moment, unfamiliar with speaking so freely about the men who helped her in this dynamic and then nodded. “Yes, I do. I know that Veronica isn’t happy and…well, her daddy doesn’t seem to care. I think that’s sad.”

  “It is,” Dalton agreed, giving her hand a squeeze. “But, I promise her daddy does care. We just think he might need a bit of guidance. You know that sometimes it’s hard to be a little? That when we first started, you were a bit frightened of all that was different, strange?” She nodded, well remembering several times when she questioned if she was just wired wrong. “Well, believe it or not, daddies feel the same things at times. We want to be everything to our little ones. We don’t want to make mistakes or to have our special girls question if they’ve made the right choice in offering such a beautiful gift to their daddy. Uncle Joe and Trisha helped us and now it’s our turn to help another. Think you can help Daddy do that?”

  “I’ll try,” Coco promised, unsure of what that would entail but knew that without Trisha’s love, friendship and help, it was unlikely she ever would have been able to meet and become so close to the other girls and their daddies. Giving him another smile, she lifted onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “I just hope it helps.”

  The group gathered in the dining room, everyone sand-free and squeaky clean. The girls were once again in pretty dresses of various colors but beneath each one, diapers were snugged around bottoms. Once they were all seated, Mrs. Potts served another delicious meal of baked chicken and macaroni and cheese. Green beans with bits of bacon served as the vegetable and hot, freshly baked yeast rolls were waiting to be plucked from a bread basket. Coco had just bitten into one filled with butter and honey when Veronica jumped up from her chair so hard that it toppled over backwards.

  “Princess—”

  “No! Don’t call me that,” she said, reaching up to remove the tiara and toss it to the floor. “I’m not a princess. I’m a horrid person—”

  “No, honey, don’t say that,” Carlton said, pushing back his own chair and reaching for her.

  Coco and the others watched as she stepped away. “Please, I have to say this. I have to!”

  Carlton looked around the table and then nodded. “All right. Let’s go to our room.”

  “No,” Coco’s head whipped to her right to see her daddy shaking his. “That’s not how this needs to go.” Dalton paused and then looked at Carlton. “Your little one is being very brave and trying to tell you what she needs. I suggest you listen closely.”

  Coco looked back to see Carlton hesitate and then nod. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

  Veronica swiped her hands across cheeks where real tears fell freely. “I-I keep trying to but you aren’t really listening…I-I didn’t know what to do so I thought that if you saw the other daddies punishing their little ones and that they still loved them, that you’d maybe understand that I-I wanted the same.” She looked around the table.

  “I’m sorry for getting you all in trouble. Suzy didn’t mean to bump into me, Jenny didn’t say my tiara was ugly, and it was an accident when Maddie’s ball knocked me over. Trisha…she was right when she called me Princess Icky—”

  “Patricia Jackson!”

  “No, Uncle…I mean Mr. Jackson. Please don’t be angry. She’s only telling the truth. I have been icky…to all of you. I just…just don’t know what to do but go home and promise never to bother you again.”

  “Oh, honey, that’s not necessary,” Joe said, “All of us, the girls and your uncles—”

  “No, thank you, but I don’t deserve to call any of you uncle…or friend. I just ask you to forgive me.”

  “Prin…Veronica, sweetheart, this not your fault, it is mine,” Carlton said, taking the few steps and then pulling her into his arms. “It is a daddy’s responsibility to take care of his little one’s needs and it is quite obvious that I’ve failed you. I suppose I was just worried that if I pushed you too far too fast, you’d decide that you didn’t want to live this lifestyle. I know that you’ve had a bad experience before and, well, I need to ask for your forgiveness. I love you so very much.”

  “Oh, Daddy, I love you too,” Veronica said.

  Coco felt her heart swell but knew it would take more than a few words of love for the young woman to believe his sincerity. She waited for her daddy to speak but he only reached beneath the table and took her hand. When Carlton spoke, everyone turned back to the couple.

  “What I see is that you are unhappy and it is my job to change that.” He set Veronica back from him. “I’m going to be the daddy you need from now on, if you’ll give me a second chance?”

  Veronica didn’t speak but nodded her head.

  “Thank you. And, young lady, I’m going to start right this minute. You’ve admitted being a very very ba…naughty girl and what happens to naughty girls?”

  Coco smiled when Veronica looked towards Trisha and then her before she looked up at her daddy. “They get spanked.”

  “That’s right. Naughty girls get their bottoms heated…their bare bottoms, don’t they?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  They all watched as he bent to right the chair she’d knocked over, moving it back from the table before taking a seat. “All right, Prin…no. From now on, your special little name is—”

  When he paused, Veronica smiled and said, “Nikki?”

  “Nikki. Yes, I like that,” Carlton said, pulling her to stand between his legs. “All right, Nikki. Tell me why I’m going to pull your diaper down and spank your bottom until it is very hot and red.”

  Coco felt her insides spasm at hearing words she was sure every woman in the room had heard a hundred times and would hear hundreds more throughout their lifetimes.

  “Because I was naughty, Daddy. I lied and got my…the other girls in trouble.”

  “No, not ‘other girls,’ ” Dalton spoke up. “Friends, Nikki. Every girl here is ready to be your friend if you want.”

  “I-I do,” Nikki said, again giving each of the girls a look. Coco was so pleased to see each give her a nod and a smile in return before she looked at her daddy again.

  “Because I lied and got my friends in trouble…that was wrong and I know I need to be punished. Will you help me learn, Daddy?”

  “From this moment forward,” Carlton promised. Without further ado, he reached beneath her dress and pulled her diaper down to her ankles. Guiding her over his knees, he lifted her dress high onto her back, baring her bottom for what Coco was positive was the first time in view of others.

  The first two smacks were rather tentative but with each one, it seemed he grew more confident and soon each crack was accompanied by a mew or a yelp and soon Nikki’s feet were kicking and her hands reached back.

  “Naughty girl,” Carlton said, capturing her hands and pinning them at the small of her back. “Little girls do not try to cover their bottoms when they are getting a spanking they’ve earned. That, little one, just earned you extra.”

  “I’m sorry, Daddy!” Nikki yelped as her spanking resumed at a brisker pace. Coco squirmed in her chair and noticed that she wasn’t the only one to do so. Yes, she agreed that it was way past time that Veronica got her comeuppance, but having experienced a blistering only a few hours earlier, she could easily sympathize with the woman’s present painful situation.

  “Know this, young lady, every single time you are naughty, either I
or any one of your uncles will take down your diaper and turn your bottom crimson. There will not be another attempt to get your friends into trouble. You will concentrate on being the sweet little girl who I know is so desperate to come out. No more thinking you are different, and absolutely no more wondering if your daddy cares.” His hand flew rapidly, covering every inch of her backside that was already a bright red. “I not only care, I love you with all of my heart and if it takes spanking this little bottom every single hour of the day, I promise you will never have to question that again. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy!” Nikki cried, “Yes, sir! Please, no more. I’ll never be naughty again. Please, my bottom hurts!”

  Coco couldn’t help but smile as she heard words she herself had cried. She slid her glance to her daddy to see he wasn’t watching the spanking; he was watching her. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back as the spanking drew to a close with a last flurry of smacks.

  Carlton wasted no time in lifting his wife off his lap and setting her onto her feet again. “I mean it, Nikki, every day if that’s what it takes.”

  “Yes, Daddy, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now turn around and show everyone how I will want your bottom to look if anyone catches you slipping back to your old ways.”

  Coco saw a flush flood Nikki’s face but she obeyed, turning her back towards the group.

  “Dress up,” Carlton instructed.

  Nikki slowly pulled her dress up and they all looked at her bottom. It was practically glowing with heat, and yet Coco understood that, to Veronica, it was a badge of honor. After making her stand for a few moments, Carlton gathered her into his arms and kissed her hard. Once he released her, he turned to the others.

  “I need to apologize as well and to humbly accept Dalton’s offer to mentor me to help me become the sort of daddy all of you are. I’ve seen how happy and loving your little ones are and want nothing less for my Nikki.”

  “You’ve got all our support,” Dalton assured him, releasing Coco’s hand to rise and walk around the table. As the men moved to shake Carlton’s hand, Coco led the way for the girls as they all surrounded Nikki, giving her the first hugs of real friendship.