Page 40 of Daddy Devious

Almost, but not entirely.

While I pee, he runs the bath water, shrugging off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves so he can check the temperature without getting too wet. The sight of his toned forearms makes my naughty bits feel funny, but I try to ignore that feeling and focus on his words. “Tonight, all your Uncles and your Auntie Cat are coming to see you. Think of it as a welcome home party, of sorts.”

“Presents?” I ask, sitting up straighter and wiggling a bit on the potty. “A party means presents.”

Daddy laughs, not the way he does when he’s about to do somethingreallyembarrassing, but a happy laugh that makes my stomach dance in response. “Yes, little one, there will be presents. And I expect you to be gracious, even if something isn’t to your liking. I will not hesitate to spank you in front of our guests if you are rude or naughty in any way.”

“I’ll be a good girl,” I assure him as he wipes me clean and lifts me from the toilet to place me in the tub. “Will there be cake and ice cream?”

“After dinner.”

Just like before, he washes every bit of me while I play with my toys. It doesn’t escape my notice that there are now pirates to go with my mermaids, and I take great joy in sending the pirates to a watery grave, which earns me another one of those happy laughs from Daddy.

He spends extra time cleaning my kitty and inside my bottom, which leaves me feeling both embarrassed and needy as he carries me to the changing table. Both of those feelings are significantly heightened when he holds my legs in the air and squirts something cold onto my bottom hole.

“Daddy is just putting something in your bottom to help you remember to be a good girl tonight. It won’t hurt, but you will feel it when you sit down.”

“I don’t want anything in my bottom, Daddy,” I whine, wiggling against his hold even though I know it won’t change the outcome. Once again I’m strapped to the table, unable to escape even if I did somehow manage to shake him loose.

“That’s not for you to decide, Victoria. It’s Daddy’s job to decide when his Little girl needs her bottom plugged.”

Plugged. There’s that word again, the one Doctor D used yesterday. I’m still not sure what it means, but I’m very sure I won’t like it.

And when something hard presses against my bottom hole, I'm evenmoresure I’m not going to like it. The thing is much bigger than Daddy’s finger or anything else he’s put in my bottom, and I can’t help but whine as it stretches me open wide with a bite of pain.

“Daddy, no! It’s too big!”

“Nonsense, little one. Your bottom was made to take this, just like it was made to take Daddy’s cock eventually. We need to get you used to having your bottom stretched, though, so it doesn’t hurt as much when you finally take me there.”

I’ve already had him in my mouth, so I know for a fact he’s much bigger than the thing he’s currently working into my bottom. Bigger, in fact, than the few men I’ve been with before him.

Too big, for certain, to fit…there.

But I have a feeling that just like everything else up to this point, I won’t have a choice. Why that should thrill me as much as it terrifies me, I don’t know, but there’s no denying the fluttering in my tummy or the pulse in my naughty girl bits at the thought of being held down and forced to take my Daddy’s cock in my bottom.

For now, the more pressing concern is the plug. It hurts, and I make my discomfort known by whining loudly as it forces my bottom open more and more.

Just when it seems like the thing might split me in two, it slides into place and my muscles close around it. Sniffling back tears, I squeeze my bottom cheeks, wincing at the flash of pain that comes with the movement.

“There we go. A cute little jewel for a cute little bottom.”

“I don’t like it. Take it out.”

My tone is more demanding than I meant for it to be, and it earns me a sharp look from Daddy. “Victoria. Do you need a spanking before Daddy puts your diaper on?”

“No!”

“Then I suggest you drop the attitude right now, little girl.”

Because his tone clearly says I’m skating on thin ice, I sniffle pitifully as I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

As always, his praise makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, for reasons I can’t really explain. But it helps me feel a little less embarrassed as he puts my diaper on me and carries me into the closet.

“What dress would you like to wear tonight, little one?” He drops his voice to a whisper, as though we aren’t the only two people in hearing distance. “Auntie Cat would be absolutely thrilled if you wore one of the outfits she picked out for you.”

Which means all of my princess dresses are fair game. Feeling smug, I point to the poofy blue and silver dress from my all-time favorite movie. “That one, please.”

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