Page 17 of Poppy's Place

She huffed and pulled both ends of her hair away from her shoulders, making her full breasts rise and heave in the most inviting way. “I’m not. My hair is all wrong.”

I leaned forward and gave her a kiss then slipped my hand to her lower back and walked her to one of the dining chairs. “Sit here and let Daddy help with your braids.”

She nodded and plopped dramatically into the chair. “And diapers are hard when you do it alone.”

I smiled and began brushing out her hair so I could braid each side. “You could have waited for Daddy to help you…or asked me to come earlier.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” She reached back and squeezed my thigh. “I got excited and started without you.”

Those words made me think of a different kind of excitement, but we didn’t have time for that. She needed to be dressed and downstairs soon. “What else are you going to wear tonight?”

She’d mentioned her friends sometimes liked to wear just a diaper or panties but never mentioned it about herself. I was up for anything but wanted to know what to expect with another Daddy present. “My blue ducks onesie. It’s new.”

“Sounds adorable.” I wrapped a scrunchy around her first braid then moved to the other side. “Can’t wait to see it.”

She nodded and then tried to turn to me before realizing it hurt when her hair was pulled. “Ouch, but I almost forgot to tell you that I’m sharing you tonight.”

“You are?” I grinned, wondering what exactly that meant. “In what way?”

“Kylie always shares Daddy Troy when we need help or reminders, so I’m gonna share my Daddy in case my friends need help. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course, beautiful. I’ll always help a Little girl in need.” I finished the second side and stepped in front of Poppy then kneeled in front of her. “What are the limits for how much help they can ask for?”

She shrugged and looked at me with the most innocent eyes. “Snack time, reading books, diaper changes. Whatever.”

That was a bit more than I expected her to say, but I’d participated in plenty of caretaking scenes that weren’t sexual and included bathing and diapers. “Okay, that’s fine. And if there’s something that makes you uncomfortable, how will you let me know?”

She cocked her head. “Like, safewords?”

I nodded, almost surprised that we hadn’t had this conversation yet. We just hadn’t needed to. Everything so far was natural and easy. Playing with others would be a test we both needed to be comfortable with. “What are your safewords?”

“I don’t think I really need any, but I guess green, yellow, and red are fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Why would I need them with my friends?”

“You might not, but if I do something that you’d like me to stop, you can use your safewords. For example, if I’m giving too much attention to a friend and you need some Daddy time, you can say yellow.”

She scrunched up her nose. “As long as you don’t touch my friends the way you touch me when we’re having sexy time, I won’t be sad. But thank you for reminding me.” She jumped up to her feet and wrapped her arms around my neck. “And you can use them too. If someone asks you to do somethingyou don’t want to do, just holler. Everyone is very respectful of boundaries.”

“Noted, baby girl.” I took her hand and walked her back to her room. “Now show me this new onesie of yours before your friends arrive.”

Chapter 13

Poppy

When it was finally time to play, I was buzzing with excitement. Daddy held my hand and walked me down the stairs and then gave me a kiss in the center of the playroom. “You can start coloring, and I’ll let your friends in when they arrive.”

“You don’t have to do that, Daddy. Every one of the Little Lovelies has a code to get in. They’ll be fine on their own. You can color with me.”

“All right.” Daddy dropped onto his bottom beside the coffee table we used for coloring. “What would you like me to start with?”

I flipped through the stack of coloring books and found one with dancers. “Can you color a picture of me as a ballerina? I have a blue tutu that I might wear later because it’ll match my ducks.”

“Absolutely.”

I handed him the book and a box of colors, then picked out a book for myself. I chose a teddy bear picture to draw for my Daddy. He was like a big teddy bear.

We were alone together for a few minutes, but then the other Little Lovelies started to arrive and I got distracted playing with them. Kylie and Troy also came, so Daddy got to hang out with Daddy Troy, and they seemed to keep themselves busy getting our dinner ordered and the right kind of music for a tutu dance party, which was what we all decided was most important after dinner.

By the time my friends all left, Daddy had to carry me upstairs because I was so sleepy from being so excited for so long. He cradled me in his arms, and I whispered into his ear, “I wet, Daddy.”

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