“I don’t want to, and I don’t want this,” she screamed at him.
Michael ignored her, inflated the balloon that would keep it in place and taped the diaper around her hips.
“Look at me,” he said. “Do I look like I care what you want? You agreed to at least give this a fair chance and so far you’ve been nothing but obstinate about it. If, after you comply with what I have determined is best for you, you still hate it, we’ll discontinue the practice. Until then, I am going to make sure you keep your promise to me.”
“Daddy, it’s not the catheter I hate, or you making me submit to you,” she said, blushing wildly with the admission. “It’s the wet diaper and the embarrassment of you changing me,” she sobbed out.
“Darling girl, I don’t mind changing you and you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s out of your hands, not your fault. You have no control. It pleases me, and until you learn to do as I say, I’ll take the choice from you. Do you understand? Until you use your diaper on your own, I will make you use it.”
“All right, I’ll try, Daddy. Take it out,” she pleaded.
“No, not tonight,” he replied. “I’ve gone to all this trouble and I’m not removing it until morning.”
“Morning! No, Daddy,” she cried. “I’ll be wet all night.”
“I’ll change you before I rock you to sleep, but yes, you are correct, you will be damp all night. Perhaps the next time, you’ll mind me. Imagine, having to restrain you,” he said shaking his head in mock disappointment as he released her and picked her up. “And all the while watching your sweet little kitty leak all over the table. Do you think Daddy doesn’t know you enjoy his authority over you? That I don’t know each time I violate that sweet opening, your heart is racing? Hush now,” he said, putting her head on his shoulder.
Chéri cried into his neck and he carried her downstairs, patting her bottom as he did. Holding her on his lap, he placed her pacifier in her mouth to quiet her and turned on the news. The next time, he used a larger catheter and she cried as he inserted it.
“You have no one to blame but yourself, you naughty little thing,” he chided, giving it a tug to make sure it was going to stay in place. “You’ve broken your promise one time too many. Keep it up and soon I’ll insert one every night before bed.”
She fussed a great deal that night and when he changed her diaper before bed, he spanked her quite harshly, holding both of her legs up and landing several good swats to her sweet spot. The very next night, his baby asked to wear a diaper to bed and he obliged. In the morning, it was wet and he praised her, rewarding her with a fabulous orgasm before going to work.
Unfortunately, after the third night of her sweet compliance she came to him and crawled onto his lap.
“Have I tried hard enough now, Daddy?” she asked softly.
He knew immediately what she meant and nodded.
“You’ve been a very good girl,” he admitted.
“Then can we stop? I don’t like the diapers,” she whispered.
“Yes, my darling, we can stop. I’ve been expecting this and have purchased an alternative. I expect you to give them a fair chance as well,” he informed her gently.
“Are you going to stop using the catheters?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I’m not certain. Dr. Franklin has ordered me another tool. It will not penetrate as far as your bladder, but it will be somewhat invasive, although that’s not a problem for you, is it, my angel? You like having your little hole filled, especially when it hurts a bit and Daddy is very insistent.”
Chéri blushed and hid her face against his chest.
He couldn’t wait to try the special panties on her. They were similar to the training pants used for toddler’s years ago. The crotch was thickly padded and he figured Chéri would retain the adorable little waddle she had when wearing diapers, but these sported an added feature. Inside the panties, a little pocket held a removable metal cylinder filled with tiny metal balls. If purchased in the correct size with a properly snug fit, the balls would rock her clit with every step she took.
A first she loved them, grateful they didn’t make that rustling sound when she moved which she found so embarrassing, until he started taking her for walks. He especially loved going to the mall. Michael would hold her hand, looking like many other loving couples, but he paid close attention to her. When her face started to flush, and a sheen of perspiration appeared on her forehead, he would wrap a strong arm around her and pull her close.
“Do not come standing in the middle of the food court,” he’d whisper in her ear in a deep, commanding tone. Almost every time she would immediately begin to shiver, her body tightening. “If you do, Daddy will have to spank you very hard when we get home,” he threatened, knowing it would send her over the edge. He loved it. Several times he’d had to help her to a seat when her knees began to buckle. Usually she bit her lip to keep her moans at bay as she looked up into his eyes accusingly. On one particular day, he’d walked her around until she climaxed five separate times and he nearly had to carry her to his vehicle. He was delighted with her responsiveness to the panties and even more thrilled when, later that night, he punished her for her naughty behavior at the mall, turning her sweet ass red with his hand and finishing up with a wooden spoon.
Chéri was beside herself and obeyed instantly when he ordered her to “open” so he could avail himself of her lovely pussy while squeezing her flaming orbs. He fucked her long and hard before helping her into her pajamas and getting her pacifier. Michael rocked her in his arms for a long time after she’d fallen asleep; enjoying her sweet sucking noises and sniffles. Hell, if life got much better, he’d perish from pure happiness. At 3:00 p.m., he watched her carefully climb out of her crib and go into the bathroom.
Chéri stretched and yawned; surprised she’d emptied her bottle while napping. Carefully, she eased over the side of her crib and climbed down. In the bathroom, she used the potty, washed her hands and face and attempted to tame her wild hair into a pony tail.
She dressed as he’d requested, feeling her nipples stiffen with only the open cardigan on and pulled it around her tighter. Then she went into the medical room.
Daddy left the table down most all the time now that he had more room. It was a constant reminder he could turn from Daddy to doctor whenever he so desired and she knew the drawers in his cabinet contained things that could either excite her or terrify her.
For a moment, she rubbed her tummy, not sure if it was aching from nervousness or something she’d eaten. She pulled the cart over and opened drawer number eight. After seeing the contents, she stared up at the camera and wrinkled her nose, just in case he was watching. She wanted him to know she wasn’t thrilled.
Carefully she removed the breast pumping machine Daddy had purchased and placed it on the cart. Next she picked up a glass anal plug, noting how cold and heavy it was. Uh oh, this might not be a good thing. It was smaller than her daddy’s cock, but it still looked substantially larger than anything she was panting for. Rubbing her tummy again, she picked up two little clips. They looked like the jaws of an alligator with tiny pink and white gingham bows attached. She’d like to think they were for her hair, but she knew better and rubbed her tummy again.
There was a small bottle of some type of lubricant. Chéri didn’t look at it too closely. Occasionally, he used some that made her very uncomfortable and she stopped herself from reading the label. Sometimes ignorance was bliss.
The last thing she removed was a leather case. Opening it carefully she observed it contained several thin steel rods in various size diameter and length. She had no idea what they were for. Snapping it shut she placed it on his tray and closed the drawer.
Downstairs, she helped herself to a cookie she really didn’t want and ate it as she sat on the stool, swinging her legs until it was time to go into the other room. Dragging her feet, she draped herself over the ottoman and pulled up the back of her fluffy pink skirt. Now there was noth
ing to do but wait.
Twenty minutes later, she heard him enter the house and the beeps as he set the security code. Her panties had been embarrassingly wet ever since she’d set up his cart. It was not an accident. Daddy knew very well that looking at and touching the things he planned to use on her heightened her anticipation as well as her apprehensions.
She heard him open the closet in the hall to hang up his coat, heard the water running in the sink as he washed his hands and listened to his footsteps as he walked purposefully into the room.
He didn’t speak. She felt his eyes watching her and she fully appreciated what he was seeing, his babygirl, bent over the ottoman with her skirt up and ruffled panties showing, waiting for her daddy’s instructions. He moved closer, his legs bumping up against hers as his hand reached down and cupped her bottom.
“My God, Chéri,” Michael breathed against the back of her neck as he leaned over. “You have no idea what coming home after a long and trying day to find you like this does to me. If someone were to ask me my name, I’d have a difficult time recalling it right now.
“Did you have a bad day, Daddy?” she asked as she arched her hips, pressing her bottom more fully into his hand.
“It was challenging,” he replied, slipping his hand into her panties and groaning when he found them damp. Further exploration exposed her incredibly wet pussy and he smiled in wonder. “You never cease to amaze me,” he remarked, withdrawing his hand and patting her bottom. “Come sit on my lap, sweetie,” he said helping her up. “I think I need a cuddle.”
“May I make you a drink?” she asked, smoothing down her skirt and pulling the cardigan closed.
“That would be nice,” he conceded. Taking a seat on the couch, he watched her go to the small bar and pour scotch from the crystal decanter into a short glass. She added a touch of water and brought it to him.
“Thank you, baby,” he said. Taking a sip, he set his glass on a coaster on the side table and held out his arms. Chéri hesitated, looking down.
“What is it?” he asked in surprise.
“I don’t want to leave a mark on your pants,” she whispered.
Michael laughed, picked her up and settled her firmly on his lap.
“That’s what our huge cleaning bill is for,” he said easily. “How was your day, babygirl?”
“It was fine. I worked on my doll house most of the morning, until you made me take a nap and drink that nasty old formula,” she said with a pout.
“It’s good for you,” he replied as he separated her sweater and stroked her breast.
“I don’t care. It’s nasty.”
“Which is why you dumped it out and refilled your bottle with coffee yesterday,” he stated, giving her nipple a slight pinch.
“Ouch, I guess so,” she answered, pulling away.
Placing one hand in the middle of her back was all he needed to keep her in place. He continued to toy with her nipples as she wiggled. His already elongated cock grew harder. Chéri paused for a moment, feeling him beneath her before moving into a position where he was pressed to her clit. Smiling, she let her weight sink down and ground against him. He moaned and let his head drop back.
“Tell me, is it knowing you’re in trouble that excites you so much?”
“That’s part of it,” she admitted, stroking his cheek. “When you make me get out the things you’re going to use on me it’s…”
“Go on,” he encouraged.
“Well, I know what some of them are for and what you are going to do with them. Others, I have no clue and my imagination takes over. I can’t stop thinking about them, wondering if I will like it or not. Wondering if you’ll stop if I don’t, or you’ll make me do as you say,” she answered, leaning against his chest. “It makes me achy in my kitty, Daddy, and wet, very wet. I can’t seem to help it.”
“I don’t want you to ‘help it.’ I want you wet and achy, as you so aptly put it. I think about you throughout the day, sweetheart, and I get pretty achy too, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to and for my baby when I get home. A good deal of the time, Daddy’s cock is hard. I look forward to coming home and taking you in my arms.”
“Just taking me in your arms?” she teased, looking up at him.
“Let’s say taking you, in any way I want,” he replied, nipping her earlobe.
Chéri sighed.
“I know, you like reducing me to one big puddle,” she said with a pout.
“That too,” he agreed. “You have no idea how much it pleases me to find you always wet and ready for me. It’s a dream come true and worth everything we went through to get here.”
“What are the things in that case for, Daddy?” she asked, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
“They are called Sounds and used to dilate the urethra. More often than not, they are used on men.”
“For what?”
“Medically speaking, they are used to stretch the tube from the bladder, or to move a blockage, but some men enjoy the penetration and find it heightens their sexual pleasure,” he explained.
“Am I going to use one on you?” she asked innocently.
“No, you are not; I am going to use them on you.”
“I don’t have a blockage,” she insisted, sitting up straighter.
“No, you don’t, but I haven’t failed to notice how excited you get when I use a catheter. Slipping it inside your tiny hole never fails to make you howl. It’s a sound I’ll never get tired of hearing, nor will I tire of watching your kitty leak all over my examination table. You are so adorable when you shiver and shake, knowing there is nothing you can do to stop Daddy from taking any of your lovely openings in any way he wants.”
“Are you going to stretch me there too?” she asked nervously.
“No, that is not my intention. The Sound does not go all the way to your bladder and really there is no need for the catheter any longer. You’ve made it clear diapers will not be part of our lifestyle, at least not now. The Sound will give you the same sensations. As always, if you give them a fair chance and don’t receive any pleasure from them, we will move on. I don’t intend to stretch you, although that is possible. I simply would like to incorporate their use once in a while to heighten your submission to me.”
“What happens if the day comes when I no longer like being spanked?” she asked coyly.
“That, my sweet baby, will be your misfortune,” he assured her. “You will always be spanked.”
“Even if I’m a good girl?”
“Especially then,” he replied with a laugh as he rose with her in his arms.
“You know, Daddy, someday we could be in a nursing home,” she said with a smile.
“Then I shall spank you with my cane every chance I get,” he insisted with a snort as he carried her to the stairs. “Come on, I’m anxious to suck on those pretty nipples. Then I want to try out my new machine. I’ll bet I can make them look exactly like they did in the doctor’s office, but even lovelier once I place those clips on them. Pretty pink and white bows on my baby’s red pouty nipples, oh yes.”
“I might not be able to do everything you want tonight,” she informed him as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Why not?”
“I have a tummy ache.”
“Good.”
“How is that good?” she demanded.
“I gave you a couple of pills this morning and added a little something to your formula,” he said with a grin.
“Why would you do that?” Her confused glance assured him she really had no idea.
“A laxative, my darling child,” he answered unashamedly. “It’s Daddy’s job to keep you regular and I have my own reasons besides,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Watching her face, he knew the moment it dawned on her.
“You want to take my bottom tonight,” she said with a shiver.
“I do, and I want to teach you a lesson as well. You will drink what I put in your bottle. You will not dump
it down the sink and replace it with coffee,” he informed her, setting her down on his table and separating the front of her cardigan. Bending, he ran his tongue over her nipple before giving it a firm suck.
“You will not thwart my authority,” he continued, moving to her other nipple where he repeated the process. “I am a reasonable man and a loving daddy, but I will not tolerate defiance from you. Very shortly,” he said, looking at his watch, “you will be in the bathroom sitting on a well-spanked little bottom while your medicine kicks in and wearing pretty bows on your nipples. I imagine you will be crying your repentance out as well.
“Once our discipline issues have been dealt with, we will do a little exploring with the Sounds until I find the proper size.” He left her sitting on the table while he hooked up his breast pump and placed it beside her.
“But, Daddy…”
“There will be no complaints tonight, naughty girl. I will have my way, regardless. From there we will move to your enema, which you will take without complaint or you will feel the implement of my choice on your already tender backside.”
Michael watched her eyes as he turned on the machine and let the cups suck her nubs until they established a firm grip. Her head dropped back, her eyes closed.
“When you’ve been sufficiently prepared, you will lie over my lap while I insert this plug,” he stated sternly, enjoying the small moan that escaped her lips. “Open your eyes, baby, I want you to take a good look at it. See how smooth and cool it is. I imagine you’ll appreciate that by the time we get to that point.” Chéri opened her eyes, they appeared slightly glazed and he hid his grin.
“Then we will go downstairs where you will eat your dinner, in your highchair, like a good girl. There will be no complaints regarding what I ordered.”
“What did you order?” she asked softly
“Lasagna,” he replied with a fake frown. It was her favorite.
She smiled.
“After dinner, we will rest for a bit, as I intend this to be quite an ordeal for you,” he said sternly, enjoying the way she shifted on the table.
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