by Rachel Burns
Gina jumped surprised when she felt him cleaning her.
“Now that I know how little you really are, I’d like to get a diaper on you before we go back to bed.”
Diaper? Did he just say diaper?
He went back to his closet and got out a light pink cloth. Gina watched him folding it into a triangle with her mouth wide open.
“Don’t give me that look. I think I just proved that I know what is best for you.”
Gina wanted to sit up and protest. There was no way she would wear a diaper.
Then she remembered the weekend where she’d pretended to be the world’s peppiest cheerleader. That man had insisted she leave her uniform on all weekend, even while they had sex. He’d reached under her sweater to squeeze her breasts, without allowing her to remove the sweater.
Men were odd things, but the fact remained that he was the one paying for this, and she was here to please him.
“I’m already toilet trained.” She figured a last ditch attempt couldn’t hurt her case.
“I’ve witnessed you regressing the entire evening. I fear that you’ll regress even further. If you do, diapers will be necessary.”
“I prefer the panties with the pink hearts on them,” she told him.
“I understand. This is only a precaution. We’ll decide what you can wear underneath tomorrow. But for today I have to insist.”
“Do I really have to?” Gina was getting out of role, but she needed to know if there was some way around this. She had never heard of such a thing.
“Yes, you really have to. Lift up your bottom a little.”
Gina was still reminding herself that the client was the boss. He was the one paying her.
“Young lady, if I have to repeat myself, you’ll get a spanking,” he threatened.
Gina hugged her legs tighter to her body, lifting up her backside.
Lots of men liked to give her a couple smacks while they were making out. Others liked to take her over their knees and spank her beforehand. It kind of turned her on, but so did the massage. If she had to choose, she would choose the massage with the sweet smelling oils.
He spread the diaper under her, making sure there were no creases in the fabric. “Open your legs wide and let them drop down.”
Gina did it exactly as a child would. She didn’t feel at all sexy anymore.
“I have a pin with a heart on it. It’s pink too, so you’ll still get a valentine’s feeling.” He lifted the three corners together and pinned them into place. “It’s a safety pin. You don’t have to worry about it opening in the night.”
He helped her sit, and then he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her down to the floor, so she was standing.
When he turned his back to get her nightgown, Gina looked down at her diapered-self. If she did wet herself, it would be a lot of work to clean her and everything else up, which could only mean that he wanted it there like a prop. It didn’t have a real purpose.
She figured that she could live with the idea of diapers as long as she didn’t have to use them. They felt different, odd compared to her normal panties. The thick soft cloth was separating her legs a little. Making her especially aware of the area between her legs.
“Lift up your arms for your pajamas.”
Gina lifted her arms, slipping them into the sleeves. He straightened the pajamas and turned away from her.
He washed himself while Gina watched his every move. Daddy had a great body for an older guy. She was dying to find out how old he was.
Dare she ask?
Maybe she should. After all, it was something a child would ask about.
“How old are you, Daddy?” she asked, sweetly.
“Daddy is as young as he feels,” Alexander joked.
Gina’s shoulders slumped.
Alexander saw that she was disappointed, so he answered. “I’m forty-five. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“You’re twenty-one going on two. Daddy is forty-five going on thirty. In this apartment we get to be the age we feel we should be.”
Gina blushed and nodded at him. He took hold of her hand and walked her back to his bedroom. Gina walked slowly; afraid her diaper would slip off. Thankfully, she had a tiny waist to keep it in place.
“Now, for the third time, I’m putting you to bed this evening,” he said as he lifted up the covers on her half of his bed.
“You know what they say, Daddy.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“The third time is the charm,” she answered him with a sweet smile.
“It better be,” he playfully threatened. He got into bed and turned out the light.
Gina moved until she found a comfortable spot. Then she fell asleep.
~ Musing ~
Alexander listened to Gina softly breathing beside him. This evening had been perfect. It started out so relaxed, and then she’d needed him. And he’d been able to help her sleep in a strange apartment. Everything was exactly like things should be.
He was certain that she’d only been humoring him with the diapers. Still, they fit to the age level she was turning into.
He’d told her that he was the daddy. It was up to her to decide how old she was. He would never have guessed that she would go that low. He could have been spending the weekend with a moody teenager.
It was always best to let the girls pick out their own ages. He’d tried to pick out an age for girls to be before, but it rarely worked out. Years of practice had taught him a better way.
As a hobby, he helped train couples who wanted to partake in Adult Age Play. For years his wife had helped him with that hobby. They had been very happy together. She’d been a ten-year-old woman who sometimes had a smart little mouth that got her into trouble.
However, he’d been raising her properly, and she’d turned into a fine young lady.
Then one day, while she was pretending to be an adult, she got shot and killed in a bundled bank robbery. Why hadn’t he gone to the bank himself? He asked himself that questions for months after the police told him that he was a widower. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye.
That had been over a year ago. He’d been faithful to her all of that time.
Still, his body had needs. He decided to hire a prostitute for the weekend in the hope that he wouldn’t think about his wife on this special weekend. She would have wanted him to find someone new. He felt that it was still too soon.
The idea with the prostitute was, so he could have someone and then say goodbye to her.
Would he be able to say goodbye to Gina when it was time for her to go? He had a feeling that he’d fallen in love with her.
He liked it when she cuddled up next to him on the sofa. It was good to have someone else here with him.
Still, he pinpointed the moment when she’d run off to get the heart pillow as the moment that he’d fallen in love with her.
That same feeling had been twentyfold when she slipped in the tub. She’d come so close to hitting her head. The look on her face told him how much she needed him. He wanted to be there for her.
The odd thing was that he’d always said that he never wanted to be the Daddy to a baby girl. Little girls were difficult enough, he’d told his wife, teasing her.
Now it was clear that he wanted to be the kind of daddy that fit to the personality of his little girl. What would have felt wrong with his wife was the only right decision for Gina.
He was setting himself up for the fall. That fall would come on Sunday afternoon when she walked out of his door. He would never see her again, unless he hired her again.
Perhaps, the problem was that he would have fallen in love with whomever the agency sent over. Gina was simply at the right place at the right time. That would mean what he felt wasn’t true love, and that he would forget her as soon as she was out of sight, also freeing his mind.
The thought of his baby leaving his side made him cuddle up closer to her. She was a loud pouty li
ttle two-year-old.
It was wrong to make a woman, who needed to be in an age play relationship, be older than what her heart told her she was. It took a strong man to help a woman be who she rightfully was.
Gina wasn’t ready to accept that fact. He could see how new this was for her.
Alexander pushed thoughts away about who she would be with next week. That was something he didn’t want to think about.
He had to make the most out of the time he had with her.
She was his to spoil this weekend.
~ Breakfast In Bed ~
Gina woke up and looked around. She was alone. She sat up and stretched her arms high over her had. Her muscles were normally tense when she woke up, but today, they felt ready to take on the day.
She felt her safety pin press against her tummy. She had to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t an emergency yet. She could wait, but she would have to go before they had sex again.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. I have to say, you slept well.” Daddy came in holding a tray in his hands. “I thought you would like to have breakfast in bed. I have fresh croissants and hot chocolate for you.” He set the tray over her lap.
“Thank you.” Gina had never had breakfast in bed before.
Daddy sat down next to her and beamed at her.
“Aren’t you going to eat with me, Daddy?”
“Daddy couldn’t wait for you to wake up. I’ve been up for a couple of hours already. I ate then.”
Gina’s smiled faded. “You should have woken me. I’m so sorry.”
“You needed so long to fall asleep last night. I figured that you would wake up when you were ready to do so.”
“Still, we don’t have much time together.” Gina thought she saw pain in his eyes as she said that. “Nevertheless, I’m the daddy, and I decided that you get to sleep in on this special day. Happy Valentine’s Day, precious one.”
Gina smiled back at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy.”
They ate together and talked about Valentine’s cards. He apologized for not getting her one.
Gina was very aware of the diaper she was wearing. It was making her clitoris throb with need. Her body needed so much attention. That was why she’d started this job. Sometimes, she worried that she was a nymphomaniac. Other times, she worried that she was so emotionally needy that was the reason she was doing this job.
The problem was she couldn’t imagine stopping merely because she was out of college and working at a real job. She would still want attention like she got from her clients. This client was being especially nice to her. She was basking in his attention.
“I have a lazy day planned for us. It snowed again last night, so I thought we could stay inside and bake cookies today. Would you like that?”
“Sure.” Gina had to watch her weight. She knew she had to be perfect for her clients. She’d have one or two cookies to keep him happy.
“I’ll order us a healthy meal for lunch.”
“I could cook you something to eat,” she offered.
He snorted. “The thought of you working at a hot stove sends chills down my spine. You’re too little, and the risk is too high that you would burn yourself.” He lifted his finger to scold her. “When we bake cookies, I’ll be the one working the oven.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Gina would rather have him order in food than cook herself. She didn’t want to smell like a frying pan, but most men wanted to get their money’s worth out of her.
“Finish up your hot chocolate. Then we’ll check your diaper.”
Gina wondered what checking a diaper would look like. She hoped it would involve sex.
Using both hands, she drank from her mug. She set it down. Then wiped over her top lip to make sure she didn’t have a milk mustache.
Daddy smiled at her, but still she felt pain coming from him.
Was he disappointed in her?
This was so new for her, and she didn’t know what she was doing. Still, she figured she was making lots of mistakes.
Should she throw a tantrum? Probably, but she had no reason to. He was giving her everything she wanted.
“I’ll be right back.” He removed her tray.
Gina stayed sitting in bed, wondering what she should do.
He came back in stretched his arms out. Before she knew it, he’d grabbed hold of her under her arms, and he was lifting her away. She clung like a small child would; her legs were wrapped around his hips, and her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Daddy brought her into her bathroom. Placing his right hand behind her head, he laid her down on her changing table.
Gina wiggled into a comfortable position.
Alexander pushed the skirt of her nightgown up her legs, so he could get at her diaper.
The thought of him opening her diaper and looking inside at her was exciting. She could feel her nipples hardening.
“Let’s see what we have here,” he said.
Her heart rate was starting to race. She could feel his hands working on her safety pin. He opened it and set it aside.
“Very nice. You didn’t go in your diaper.” He looked at her, giving Gina a feeling that he was genuinely proud of her.
“Do you want to go potty on the toilet now?”
Gina nodded at him, feeling a twinge of regret. It was a great feeling to have a man’s attention focused on her in such a way. It made her feel desirable.
“Lift up your bottom, so I can remove your diaper.”
Gina’s eyes were fixed on his eyes and his laugh lines. She was making him happy, and thus making herself happy too.
She lifted her hips up, pushing her body closer to him.
Alexander removed her diaper and put it in the laundry basket. He turned back to her and took hold of her hands, lifting her up to sitting. Then he helped her hop down.
Gina went over to the toilet. She looked at him before she sat down, hoping he would give her a moment to herself. He stood by her changing table and smiled at her. He appeared to be proud of her.
Gina sat down and went. She had to go, and it was clear that he wanted to stay and watch. Her nightgown covered her up anyway, so he wasn’t watching her actually go. He was only hearing it.
“That was fantastic, Gina. You’re such a good girl,” he praised her. “I have a wet wipe for you. They’re flushable. He got a container out of his cupboard and held it out to her.
Gina took one and cleaned herself.
“Good girl. Now we wash our hands with soap.”
Gina went to him. He took hold of her hands and washed them for her.
“Let’s wash your face while we are at the sink.” He got out a washcloth and got it wet. Very sensually he washed her face with it. Gina felt like he was trying to memorize her face.
When he was finished cleaning her face, he continued to stare at her for a long time. Gina felt like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Did he fear rejection?
Gina doubted that she would push him away, no matter what he asked for. They shared a bond between each other in the meantime. The massage had brought them so close together. She trusted him.
Or was it a one-way bond? He had a cupboard with things for playing daddy. He might do this every weekend.
Was that why her boss had wanted her to come here today? Because the others had already been here?
“You need a fresh diaper,” he informed her.
“But I didn’t go in my diaper,” Gina protested.
“Luckily no, but today I have several things planned for us to do. I happen to know that little girls can sometimes get caught up in what they are doing, and they forget about going to the bathroom.”
“Not me. I can wear big girl panties.” Gina’s hands went to her hips. She didn’t want to wear a baggy diaper under her jeans. That wouldn’t look good. She didn’t want to make a fool out of herself.
“Gina, I’m the daddy, and I say that it’s too risky. We both know if you have an accident
that you’ll cry.”
“No, I won’t because I won’t have an accident.” She was being a stubborn child.
“Gina, change your tone immediately,” Alexander said, strictly.
“No, you have to listen to me. I know better.” Gina was getting very mad. She needed to feel sexy to be sexy. It all boiled down to sex. That was why she was here.
“Okay, I’ve heard enough.” Alexander took hold of her, placing his hand at the back of her neck. He marched her into her bedroom and sat down on her bed.
He pressed her neck down, so her body fell over his knees.
“Daddy, no,” she squealed out.
“You may not talk to your daddy like that. I’m so disappointed in you.” He pushed her skirt out of the way, baring her little rump.
Gina fought to get back on her feet, struggling to be free of him.
“Gina, behave yourself! You have earned a spanking, and a spanking you’ll get.” His hand slapped down on her, causing her to jerk in surprise.
This was all going so quickly. Usually, men told her that they wanted to spank her. It stung, but it warmed her up for sex too.
Alexander smacked his hand down again, wanting her to feel this. Manners were important to him, and he needed to have a little girl who listened to him. If a little girl didn’t listen to her daddy, she could easily get hurt.
He had a picture of her waiting for the subway in his head. She was twirling around in a dress. He called out to her not to get to close to the train. She continues to twirl and falls just as the train arrives.
His fears made him spank her harder. “You have to listen to me, without questioning me. Is that clear, young lady?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Gina’s buns were on fire. He was so strong, and he was smacking her sore backside so hard.
“I need to know that I can trust you to listen to me.”
“You can. I won’t be defiant again.”
He had to stop spanking her. The big word she used was making him laugh. “You better not be defiant again. If you are, you know what will happen.”
“I’ll be good. I promise.”