Page 23 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“I like it.”

“Me, too.” He turns to me and winks. “Guess this old dog can learn a new trick or two.”

I shake my head at him. Daddy’s hardly old.

He strips off the white dress shirt he wore today and unbuckles his belt, coiling it on the dresser. He lets his pants slide down to hang on his hips, showing off his strong core and hip dips. I duck my head before he catches me drooling. I’ll never get tired of looking at my Daddy.

He places the pillow on the floor before he sits in the chair. “Come, baby doll. Knee Time.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I rise, focusing on moving gracefully, then sink to my knees beside Daddy’s chair. He strokes my hair and I let myself drift into that calm, meditative place I seek during Knee Time.

After several minutes, Daddy murmurs, “One good thing, baby doll?”

“I have a good thing, and a thing I want to say about it but I don’t want you to take it the wrong way. It is agoodthing, Daddy.”

“Okay,” Logan says slowly. “Tell me, baby.”

“The good thing was how amazing it felt for you to take complete care of me during our scene in the Nursery. Which is super-awesome, by the way. I’m blown away and can’t wait for it to open and all the littles to play together. We’re going to have so much fun.”

I can hear the smile in Logan’s voice when he says, “I’m so pleased, sweetheart. That’s everything I wanted out of the Nursery.”

“The thing I have to say about it is that I don’t want to be diapered again. I liked doing it once. I felt very safe and comfortable. I loved the rocking and I want to do lots of that. Iloved the piercing and I want to do lots of that, too. But I don’t want to be diapered again.”

Daddy strokes my hair in silence for a moment. “Can you tell me a little more about how you felt about the diapering and why you don’t want to do it again?”

“I felt good and safe,” I tell him honestly. “I liked it. I loved our scene. It was awesome.”

“Then why wouldn’t you want to do it again, baby?”

“Because I woke up feeling icky. The diaper was sticking to me with, um, stuff and it was super-gross. I want sex when I’m little, and I know that makes me weird?—”

“No,” Daddy growls. “It does not make you weird.”

“Okay, different,” I correct. “It makes me different. I know lots of littles don’t want sex when they’re little. But it’s a continuum for me. Feeling loved and safe and free the way I do when I’m little, it also makes me feel hot and needy. I want to make love with my Daddy when I’m little but I don’t ever want to feel gooey in the diaper again. It was icky and took me straight out of littlespace.”

“Is it because of the taboo of wetness in the diaper and losing control or something else?”

I mull that over for a moment. “I don’t think so. I was prepared for the diaper to be wet when I woke up. I wasn’t prepared for it to be gooey and sticking to me. It was nasty.”

“Do you think this is part of your worries about mess? Did you think Daddy would be disgusted when I cleaned you up?”

I shake my head before laying it on his thigh. “I didn’t think about that. It was just the feeling of it. It was yuck. I would have liked you putting a towel down and rocking me instead.”

“Ah, okay,” Daddy says. “I can do that. What about the towel feels different than the diaper?”

I compare the sensations in my mind. One is okay. I often put a towel in the bed before we do a scene so neither of us have tosleep in a huge wet spot. Even pulling the towel up between my legs is fine in my head. Nothing icky about that. Waking up with that diaper all gooey and stuck to me was disgusting and not something I want to feel again.

“The towel’s really absorbent and it doesn’t stick to me. The diaper did. I didn’t feel little. I actually started thinking about Maman and her having to wear a diaper now and I felt sick.”

“I can see where that association would bother you, baby. I liked diapering you but you know I’m flexible. I’m happy to just put a towel under you instead.”

“I liked the diaper-pin piercing, Daddy. I don’t want to lose that.”

“I took note of that, sweetheart. I’m very proud of you for telling me all of this. This is exactly what Knee Time is for. Do you want to tell me a worry and then we’ll talk about mine?”

“Mmm-hmm. My worry is about you.”

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