Page 20 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“I’m going to put a diaper on you, my angel baby.” A spark kindles in her eyes. She’s known this was coming. We’ve talked about it. She’s seen the cloth diaper and pins I’ve set next to her. But the reality of it just hit her. And filled her with heat. “You don’t have to use the diaper. But if you do, Daddy will clean it up. Just like Daddy cleans up all his little girl’s messes.”

She nods, her shining eyes never leaving mine.

“Daddy’s going to give you a warm bottom to start but I can think of another use for these.” I pick up one of the diaper pins. “If I wanted to see a ladder of pins up your sides, would that be too much pain for tonight?”

“No, Daddy, it wouldn’t be too much pain,” she breathes.

“That’s my wonderful girl. I want you to feel free to be as little as you’d like during this scene. If that means you can’t talk, that’s good with me. If you feel like baby talking, that’s good with me.This Nursery is a safe space for you, Emmy. You can be whatever you want here.”

Her lower lip trembles. “As little as I’d like?”

I stroke my hands up and down her legs. “Yes, little love. As little as feels right to you.”

She nods. “You’ll be my daddy no matter what?”

“Emmy, baby,nothingcould stop me from being your daddy now. Nothing you could do. Nothing you don’t do. If you told me tomorrow you don’t want to be my little girl anymore, I wouldstillalways be your daddy in my heart. That will never change for me.”

A crystal tear wells, spills, and runs down her temple before I catch it on my thumb and tip it to her lips to lick off.

“My forever-Daddy?”

“Yes, baby. Your forever-Daddy.”

“My forever-Daddy who gives me a hot bottom?”

I flick her curved lips with my thumb. “Little mischief. Grab your ankles.”

She does. I adjust her position until her bottom’s right at the edge of the pad and I have clear access to every part of her sweet, curved ass.

As I’m rubbing to warm up her skin, I hear a sharpsmackfrom my right. While continuing to circle my hands over Emily’s deliciously soft curves, I look over my shoulder at the source of the sound. Sean’s flipped over the ship/castle’s barrel and has Moon bent over the padded bench. He’s ahead of me. His handprint is already blooming on Moon’s golden cheek.

I wink at him before I apply my hand to my own subbie’s bottom.

Emily’s eyes go from glittering to glazed as I heat her ass. She whimpers when I focus on her sit-spots, making sure they’re a glowing red before I move to her upper thighs. She’s flushed with endorphins now, her face as red as her bottom, the flushspreading up to her delicate ears and down her throat. She whimpers when I concentrate on the crease between her thighs and buttocks but that’s not because of the increased sensitivity but rather because my hand is so close to her pussy lips, compressed between her trembling thighs.

“I know what my little girl wants,” I murmur to her.

“You, Daddy,” she whispers.

“Yes, me. What else do you want, baby? I think it’s a pussy spanking you’re whimpering and wriggling for. Aren’t I right?”

She nods fervently. “Please, Daddy. And please may I come?”

“Are you that close, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I don’t want to come without permission.”

I stroke her soft, slippery slit with my thumb. Parting her gently, I tease her clit until the pearl of it peeks out of its hood. Leaning in, I blow on it and grin at her shudder.

“Please, Daddy?”

“Mmm, not yet. Hold it for me, Emmy.”

Her legs shake and she shifts restlessly, getting a better grip behind her knees.

I bend down and run the tip of my tongue up her slit, then push inside until I find her opening. Emily keens softly. I fuck her with my tongue for several strokes, then lick up her bready sweetness while she writhes.

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m close. Please, Daddy?”

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