Page 11 of Daddy!

I pursed my lips.

"Tahlia? Little girl, I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question."

I fidgeted under his stare, filled with humiliation. My "Yes, Sir," was barely above a whisper.

"That's it. I'm sure you don't want make me have to add to how sore your bottom is, now, do you?"

I gulped hard at the mere thought of being turned over his knee again. "No, Sir."

"That's my smart girl." He ducked into his closet, keeping the door wide open.

I had no idea what it was that he was going to show me. I practically lived in his house—especially during the summer, and even most weekends and all vacations throughout the school year. And even though I was staunchly against snooping—at least without cause—around anyone else's place, and that included the man I was sleeping with, I'd had occasion to go into pretty much every area of the house—the basement, the attic, everywhere. And I'd certainly been in the big walk-in closet that he had converted himself from what had been a small fourth bedroom next to the master on the first floor.

But still, he reappeared seconds later, holding onto a very cute…pink…diaper bag that I had certainly never encountered before.

My eyes must've gone dramatically round when I saw it. "Calm down, I'm not going to diaper you." Then he put it down next to me on the bed, ending his sentence with, "Yet."

I moved to sit up, but he stopped me. "No, I want you to lie back down, sweetie." Mane didn't move until I'd complied, lying on the edge of his bed, my legs hanging over and wondering—with not a small amount of trepidation—what was going to happen next.

Chapter 4

I didn't have to wait long at all to find out.

He unzipped the bag—which was a candy pastel pink, with little ballerina slippers and tutus all over it—and produced a blister pack that I watched him open. Then he took what had been in it and presented it to my lips. "Open up, little one."

I did as I was told, lips and teeth closing around it eagerly as my eyes wanted to close in bliss.

It was an adult sized pacifier, something along the larger Nuk lines. I couldn't tell which one because I hadn't been able to read the package. But it was big and filled my entire mouth, the guard fitting in perfect proportions to my lips, reminding me of the one that was tucked well away at my own place. And it was pink, my favorite color.

The fleeting question of when he'd gotten it flitted through my mind, but I let it go unpondered, which was a huge compliment to him. I had a tendency to perseverate about things, to my own detriment. He was already having a great effect on me as a Daddy, and he wasn't even technically mine yet.

And he didn't just pop it into my mouth and return to the bag, either. He watched me becoming accustomed to feeling it in my mouth, watching me touch it with my tongue and explore it a bit. And then I began to suck strongly on it, and his eyes widened as if I was sucking on him instead.

I absolutely loved it! It was soft and satisfyingly squishy when I chewed on it, but mostly I loved the presence in my mouth and the ability to suckle any time I wanted. I loved that my mouth was occupied and knew this would render me much less verbal than I usually am, which was only fitting. But even more than that, I think, I loved that he had given it to me.

Just as my little was coming more and more to the forefront, and I was therefore becoming more and more attuned to him as my potential Daddy, Mane bent down, between my legs, covering all of me with his big body, brushing the hair back from my face as he continued to watch me up close. "You look so darling with your binky in your mouth, Tahlia."

He smiled down at me indulgently for a long moment, kissed the tip of my nose, then rose up again. "You're not to take that out of your mouth on your own, lovey. Only I can take it out. You may ask for permission by putting your fingers on the ring, if you think you need to, but don't be surprised if I say no."

I nodded, and he gave me a small smile. "Now, let's see what else I have in here."

I started to think that this was one of those bottomless bags! He took out an enormous bottle of baby powder, a pretty pink adult sized changing pad, a smallish pink blanket, tube of diaper rash ointment and some Baby Magic lotion, along with a big jar of Vaseline, some wipes, a rectal thermometer and several tab bags. There was also a big handful of other shapes and sizes of pacifiers and a small pink finger vibe. Everything was brand new, still in its packages. I couldn't believe how prepared he was!

Then he grinned down at me with a slightly sheepish look. "I've been buying stuff for this kit every once in a while—when I allowed myself to fantasize—for as long as I can remember." The slight discomfort left his expression as if it had never been there in the first place, and he met my eyes deliberately. "There's no way I could have gotten off work at four-thirty, gone and gotten all of this stuff, and then come home to change and still pick you up at five. I would bet that you know—as I do—that the kind of binky that's in your mouth right now isn't readily available any other way than on the web."

My blush was more than enough of an answer for me, apparently, because he grinned broadly—and a bit triumphantly—at me. Then he looked around at the piles of stuff. "I might have gone a bit overboard, but I'll pare down things we end up not using or needing or buy things we do need, as time goes on."

He leaned down over me again, framing my head carefully with his hands and wearing what I've come to known as his stubborn look as he gave a determined sigh. "I've tried not to call myself your Daddy while we've been discussing things, because I know this is still supposed to be tentative and it's a trial run, really. I know that there are still a lot of things we need to talk about—mainly whether or not we're compatible on this level." He grinned slightly, saying, "But I kinda think the odds are in my favor, and I've decided that I'm not going to continue to shy away from calling myself what I—eventually, when you feel comfortable, of course—want you to call me—Daddy." His eyes met mine. "Don't be afraid to tell me if you think I'm pushing too hard or going too fast for you, though, okay? But is that okay with you, peewee?"

I nodded several times, trying not to seem too eager. The smile he beamed down at me was as much of an incredible reward as his eagerness to be called what he wanted to be for me was.

"Good. I'm glad we got that very important matter settled." He levered himself up again, hands coming to rest on my rib cage. "Well, you've had a nap and dinner. I think we should get you into your jammies, and then we can watch some TV in the living room."

He left me again, and I, of course, stayed where I was put. I expected him to reach into one of the top two drawers of his big dresser, which I had long since appropriated for the express purposes of being able to leave some of my own crap here and not have to cart it back and forth between residences. I knew I had several sets of pajamas and a nightgown or two here.

But he ignored that and instead pulled a box out from under his bed, from which he took a pair of pajamas that I had never seen before. They, too, were brand new—I heard him take them out of the bag.

Mane put them alongside me on the bed, then reached for the hem of my shirt, keeping up a steady stream of conversation with me, even though I couldn't respond very well. "My little girl doesn't need this anymore," he said, and I leaned up enough that he could pull it off over my head. "There we are." Then he brought my shorts down, tossing them into the hamper near the door and turning back to me, his eyes falling on my thong. "Tsk. And my little girl definitely doesn't need these," he said in a very disapproving tone as he divested me of my underwear. "I don't think you'll be wearing those much in the future. Your Daddy's much more likely to put you into training pants, pull ups, or diapers, depending on how little you're feeling at the time."

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