Page 77 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Charlotte was always different, and people didn’t want to be her friend. And if they did, it was never genuine. They just wanted to say they made friends with the weird girl and humiliated her.

“Cupcake, look at Daddy,” he commanded.

She looked up to find him closer to her.

“Little one, I want you to know that it’s okay if you think you’re a younger little.” He cupped her cheek with his hand. “Daddy is okay with that, and he wants you to be okay with that. I don’t want you to be ashamed because you think you’re younger. Be proud and comfortable because it’s who you are.”

Tears filled Charlotte’s eyes, and she sniffled several times to keep them at bay. She didn’t want to cry again, but his sweet words just made her melt.

“Daddy wants you to be so confident in yourself.”

She nodded her head because she agreed with him. Charlotte had always wanted to be more confident in herself, but it never worked by herself. Maybe with her Daddy’s help, she could become more confident.

“Now, do you still want to try one out or do you not anymore?” he asked.

“I w-want to try one,” she whispered.

She had always wanted to try, and Charlotte didn’t think it would ever go away. But she knew she would be embarrassed when Daddy changed her and cleaned her up because she would be exposed to him.

Like she was exposed to him earlier today when he gave her the spanking. Charlotte still felt the sting anytime she sat on the ground. That’s why she colored on her stomach, so she didn’t have to feel the pressure on her bottom.

It was also comfortable to lie on her stomach and color. It made her feel little, and she wanted that right now. She wanted the comfort of knowing that her Daddy would take care of everything while she colored.

“Do you want to try one now?”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide with his question. She didn’t think Daddy would suggest she put on one now. But if she didn’t do it now, would she do it later?

“O-okay. You can give me the diaper, and I’ll go put it on.”

Daddy’s face went serious, and he shook his head.

“Little girls don’t put on or take off diapers by themselves. Daddy always helps,” he said as he stood up from the ground.

Charlotte didn’t think he would put it on, just clean up after her when she had used it, if she used it. She didn’t even know if she would be able to use it. It was a foreign concept to wet herself and not be on the toilet.

Would it be easy and come naturally for her? Or would it be hard, and Charlotte had to think about it as she went?

“Hold Daddy’s hand.”

Charlotte placed her hand in his, and he helped her up from the ground. They walked together to the nursery and toward the changing table. Nerves flooded through Charlotte’s body as her Daddy helped her up on the changing table and placed the straps around her body to keep her secure.

Every time Daddy put the straps around her, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel secure and also turned on. Charlotte thought about the things he would do to her if he had his way with her.

Daddy pulled her pants and underwear down and neatly set them to the side.

“Do you trust Daddy?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Daddy’s going to shave you real quick. It’s not good to wear a diaper with hair. The hair just traps moisture, and it can end badly.”

Charlotte didn’t know how it could end badly, but he was Daddy and she wasn’t, so she didn’t really have to worry about it.

Daddy left the room, and a couple minutes later he came back with supplies in his hands.

“Spread your legs,” he said as he sat everything down on the changing table.

Charlotte spread her legs and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see him get all close and personal to her. She knew she was already starting to get turned on.

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