Page 215 of Daddy, Sir

Lily whimpered loudly, her legs kicking slightly with each firm smack.

“Are you going to wander off again, babygirl?” Greyson asked, his voice still as steady as ever.

“N-no, Daddy!” she yelped, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.

“Good.”

Smack!

Her bottomburned, the warmth seeping deep into her skin, making her feel small and scolded, yetso taken care ofall at once.

After a few more swats, Greyson finally stopped, his large hand resting gently over the heated skin of her backside.

“Shhh,” he soothed, running his hands up and down her back. “It’s over, babygirl. You took your punishment so well.”

Lily sniffled, her chest heaving slightly as she shifted, allowing him to pull her panties back up before he effortlessly lifted her into his arms, cradling her.

She curled into him immediately, her face buried in his neck, her fingers clinging to his shirt. “I’m sorry, Daddy… I won’t do it again.”

Greyson held her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I know, sweetheart.”

She sniffled again, but a deep warmth spread through her as he rocked her gently, his strong arms wrapped securely around her.

Her bottom hurt, but her heart was so full and happy.

Lily sat on the edge of her bed, nervously twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers as Greyson knelt in front of her, unfolding a soft, pastel-pink diaper.

“Lay back for me, babygirl,” he instructed.

Her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, settling against the blankets as he guided her legs apart.

“I can do it myself, you know…” she mumbled, though she made no effort to stop him.

Greyson smirked, sliding the diaper beneath her. “I know youcan, sweetheart. But that’s not the point, is it?”

Lily’s lips parted, but no words came out. He was right.

The familiar crinkle surrounded her as he pulled the diaper snugly between her thighs, fastening the tapes so it was secure.Then he smoothed a hand over the front, squeezing her hip in reassurance, which made her heart flutter.

“There we go,” he said, helping her sit up. “All ready for your pretty dress.”

He reached for the frilly pastel dress he had picked out for her, a soft lavender one with delicate lace trim and a full skirt that flounced with every tiny movement.

She let him slip it over her head, feeling instantlyLittleas he adjusted the fabric, making sure she looked just right.

But despite the warmth and tenderness of his care, a small knot of anxiety curled in her stomach.

“What if they don’t like me?” she asked softly, playing with the hem of her dress. “Sasha is my only Little friend.”

Greyson crouched in front of her again, his large hands smoothing over her soft thighs. “Theywilllike you, babygirl,” he assured her. “But if at any point you’re uncomfortable, we’ll leave. No questions asked.”

Lily swallowed, nodding. Those few words made her feel better.

“Come here,” he said softly, pulling her onto his lap and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re going to have fun, I promise.”

She sure hoped he was right.

The Littles' play area was filled with soft laughter, crayons scattered across tables, dolls lined up having tea parties, and plush blankets covering cozy corners.

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