She couldn’t imagine life without Reagan, didn’t even want to contemplate it.
“Okay, then, let’s get you ready, shall we?” he said cheerfully. “Come over here so Daddy can check your diaper.”
Kylie flushed a little at the order, but Reagan often made her come to him for a diaper check, and she moved over towards him, kneeling between his spread legs, facing him so he could peer down her diaper.
“Not dirty, I see.” Kylie had been using her diapers to poop sometimes. Reagan was so matter of fact about it all that she was beginning to grow more relaxed.
“Hmm, we are very wet though, aren’t we, little girl? Remember the conversation we had about this, little girls need to let Daddy’s know when they’re wet with a little cry or whimper, don’t they?”
She looked down as he slowly removed his fingers from her privates, making her shiver as those fingers brushed over her slit.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And why is that princess?” he asked as he moved to the cupboard where he kept some changing supplies so he didn’t have to carry her upstairs.
“’Cause you don’t want me getting a rash?” she asked in a small voice as he laid out a cloth and laid her on her back. He made short work of getting her wet diaper off. She’d been having fun playing and hadn’t wanted to stop to get her diaper changed.
“That’s right. You don’t want a nasty rash, do you, baby?” he asked as he split her legs wide apart and slowly began to wipe her clean. Even though she hadn’t dirtied her nappy he still cleaned her bottom, pushing the cloth high up into her bottom hole before throwing it to the side to be washed.
“Now, what did I say last time you didn’t let me know you were wet?”
“That you was gonna spank me. Please don’t spank me, Daddy,” she pouted.
“Sorry, little girl, Daddy doesn’t like having to spank you, but you knew the consequences.” He quickly brought her legs together and grabbing her ankles he knelt down beside her, lifted her legs back towards her head and began to pelt her bottom with heavy, hard smacks.
“Daddy, please, I’m sorry,” she begged, trying to stop the blistering heat he was raining down on her poor bottom. Her hands curled into fists and pounded the floor as she tried to hold back her whimpers and cries.
“Not yet, baby.” He moved to her thighs, his hand seeming every harder and she began to cry as her bottom and thighs were set alight.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “I promise not to do it again.”
“What do you promise, baby?” he asked, his hand returning to her cheeks, reigniting the flaming heat.
“Ow, ow, ow, I promise to tell you when I wet,” she sobbed, her speech like a little girls as she struggled to get the words past her sobs.
“Right, twenty more smacks and then it will be done.”
“No, Daddy!” she cried, and then all she could do was sob as the last twenty smacks hit her thighs and bottom. By the time he was done she was a mess of tears and sobs. But he didn’t immediately pick her up and comfort her; instead he placed her bottom back on the floor ignoring her cry of pain.
Kylie tried to roll over, onto her stomach but he grabbed her around the hips.
“Uh-uh, lie still while I put your diaper on.”
“Daddy, it hurts,” she sobbed, beyond herself. “I don’t want a diaper,” she complained as he lifted her bottom and put a thick diaper underneath her hips.
Reagan looked down at her sternly as she tried to roll away once again. “Lie still or I’ll start your spanking all over again.” Kylie lay still as he surrounded her hot, throbbing buttocks in a stifling thick nappy, which only seemed to increase the pain and heat. “You’ll have a diaper on as part of your punishment; it’s not nice having a hot bottom, is it? Just think what a diaper rash would feel like. The only sore bottom a little girl should have is from a spanking.”
With the diaper on he lifted her up and sat her facing him on his lap, her legs surrounding his hips.
“I love you, baby, I just want you taken care of.”
“Love you too, Daddy.”
“And do you love Reagan?”
She was puzzled about what he meant for a moment before it clicked. “I love Reagan, too.”
“So you think big Kylie would like to come out soon, maybe get to know Reagan well?”
Kylie smiled slowly. “Yeah, I think she’d like that a lot.”
The End
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