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And even though she wasn't super interested in being diapered, him taking control like this turned her on. She held up her hands, feeling strange as he began to take her clothes off. Shirt, then bra, then pants and undies, all while he remained fully clothed.
It made her feel vulnerable. Small. Incredibly turned on. As he knelt in front of her, tugging her panties down, Daddy's fingers trailed over her smooth mound. She'd just shaved that morning and her skin tingled with pleasure in the wake of his touch. If this was the prelude to being punished by diapering, this wasn’t going to be so bad at all.
"Very nice, baby girl," he said approvingly. Melody nearly fell over when he gave her a kiss there, right at the front of her slit, over her clit. It was a chaste kiss but it made her ache for more. "Now lie back and put your feet flat on the mattress, hands above your head."
Why was being bossed around so sexy? She didn't know, but there was no denying the effect it had on her. Her nipples were already hardening into little buds, and it was all she could do not to wriggle around once she was lying down horizontally across the bed.
Legs bent and spread, feet firmly planted, fingers laced together above her head, she didn't know that she'd ever felt so completely vulnerable before. Daddy stood above the bed, watching her, his eyes gleaming as he looked over her naked body. Melody's breath hitched under his penetrating gaze.Even though she knew he was about to put a diaper on her, in this position, with him looking at her like that, she felt strangely sexy.
"Good girl," he said, giving her pussy a little pat before moving over to the nightstand.
Melody craned her head, trying to see what was in the drawer he opened, curiosity creeping through her. "What are you doing, Daddy?"
"Just getting a few things to make this punishment more interesting for you," he said, straightening back up. She couldn't quite see what he had in his hand, but it looked like a tube of something.
The expression on his face when he moved back to stand right in front of her pussy, was not reassuring.
"Now, Melody, you were a very naughty girl last weekend, weren't you?" he asked, looking down at her. Heat spread through her at being called a naughty girl. It was just as good as being told she was a good girl, just in a slightly different way, although her body reacted the same. "You didn't let anyone know you were going to Black Light and you didn't check in after I asked you to."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said immediately, although she had to admit she didn't feel particularly sincere. It felt more like she was playing a game.
"Oh, I'm not sure you are yet, baby girl," he said. "But you're about to be."
The way he said it made apprehension shoot through her and Melody squealed a little as he picked up an ankle in each hand, swiftly bringing them together so he could hold them in one hand. The position was humiliatingly vulnerable, especially with her hands above her head. She barely resisted the immediate urge to reach down and cover her bottom—which was good because Daddy immediately started spanking her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three hard swats on each cheek, laid down in the exact center, one atop of the other, so quickly and harshly that she barely had time to cry out before it was over. Being on her back and seeing the look on Daddy’s face as he spanked her actually made everything a little bit harder. He didn’t look turned on at all, he looked like a disciplinarian meting out the necessary punishment to a naughty little girl.
The stinging centers of her cheeks throbbed with heat as he lowered her legs back down, and Melody felt just as chastened as he’d obviously intended. It didn’t matter that the spanking was over quickly, Daddy’s stern demeanor in addition to the hard swats had driven the message home.
“I really am sorry, Daddy,” she said in a smaller voice.
A little trickle of warmth went through her when he smiled at her. It wasn’t a very big smile, but just enough of one to let her know that she was forgiven.
“I’m glad to hear that, baby girl,” he said, giving her hot bottom a squeeze before lowering her legs back down. “Now put your legs back in position, we’re not quite done yet.”
Right. The diaper. Melody spread her feet back open, trying not to wriggle too much as her sensitized cheeks touched the comforter. What had been soft and cushiony a few moments ago now felt a little scratchy on the two red spots. At least, she assumed she was red where he’d spanked her, it certainly felt like she should be.
Being diapered might not turn her on, but being spanked definitely did, even though this spanking had been sharp, quick, and surprisingly painful. Now that it was over, the afterburn combined with being naked in front of Daddy while he was fully clothed and controlling her every movement, was highly arousing.
As she watched, Daddy unscrewed the top of the tube he'd gotten out of the drawer, squeezing a little bit of something clear onto his finger.
"What's that, Daddy?" she asked, her curiosity spiking again and almost making her forget about the discomfort of her bottom.
Rather than answering her, Daddy put down the tube and used two fingers on his other hand to spread her labia apart. Melody immediately felt a little uncomfortable with how intimately he was able to view her right now, but she was also unbearably aroused by his casual handling of her most private areas. Daddy's finger ran over the sensitive nub of her clit, making her hips jerk as she gasped in reaction.
He rubbed for a moment, making her writhe as the sensitive nub responded to his touch. Melody moaned, her hips lifting eagerly against the stimulation. When he stopped, she cried out, but even when he moved his finger away, her clit kept tingling.
Daddy picked up the diaper with his other hand and slid it under her bottom. Melody wasn't really paying attention to that though, because the tingling in her clit was starting to feel warmer—actually it was starting to feel hot, like a slow-building burn on her most sensitive spot.
"Daddy, what did you do? My... I'm burning!" She started to reach down toward the diaper he was finishing securing to her hips, and Daddy immediately grabbed her hands, pushing them back up above her head.Now she was burning in two places, on her clit and her bottom cheeks. The lingering sting from her spanking was already fading in comparison to the growing heat prickling her sensitive nub.
"It's just a little bit of ginger oil, baby girl," he said calmly. "You didn't think the diaper was the only part of your punishment, did you?"
Actually, she kind of had. The burning was intensifying, and Melody cried out as she squirmed. The mix of unfamiliar and erotically painful sensations was starting to drive her a little wild.
"Now stay right here, just like this," Daddy said, pressing her wrists into the mattress slightly before he let them go and straightened back up. "I'm going to go wash the oil off my hand, and then I'll come back to help you finish getting dressed. If you move, I'm going to have to add to your punishment."
