Page 38 of Daddy's Oath
With that in mind, he grabbed the baby powder from the shelf beneath the changing table where Lana lay and sent a poof between her legs. That would help take away some of that temptation. Right?
Maybe.
It would be easy enough to wipe that powder right off. The sooner he had her covered, the better.
He couldn’t win this battle for long, though. Sooner or later, he’d have to taste her. But now wasn’t the time.
Now was the time for fun. The quicker he got her out on that playground, the more fun she’d have.
She would probably still need a nudge. That was fine. He’d sworn an oath to protect her.
That extended even to protecting her from boredom and self-doubt, as far as he was concerned.
“I’m almost finished,” he told her as he brought the front of the diaper through her legs. “What do you want to do first out there, sweetie?”
She lowered her hands and he could read the hesitation in her eyes.
Her meek reply matched that look. “I’m fine just hanging out with you.”
“Honey,” he said, working the four tapes on the diaper to ensure they were fastened snugly, “there are a lot of Littles out there who’d love to make a new friend. Wouldn’t you enjoy having some new friends?”
She nodded.
“But you can hang out with me, too. I’ve had my eye on that foam pit. What do you say we hit it up first?”
Lana looked astonished. “You’re going to do it with me?”
“Heck yeah!”
“But you’re a Daddy!”
He grinned and gave her a little shrug. “Daddies love to have fun, sweetie.”
“Yeah, but Daddies like a different type of fun. Like… making rules and stuff.”
He laughed. “We have rules to keep cuties like you safe. Not because we just enjoy making ‘em up. And you’re about to be proven wrong, little missy. Come on. Let’s get you dressed so you can see just how much fun your Daddy can be.”
He loved the way that sounded.
YourDaddy.
If she objected to it, she didn’t show it.
He picked out a cute, pink ruffled dress that was short enough to show some of that thick diaper. Just like he liked it…
Once her old clothes were folded neatly, he put them in one of the bags kept in the room for just such an occasion and then led Lana from the changing room.
“I’m just going to place this stuff on the table and then I’m going to show you some of that fun.”
“You won’t do it,” she taunted playfully.
“And what makes you say that?”
“Because you’d be the only Daddy on the playground.”
“Just watch, little girl.”
He loved the sound of Lana’s sweet giggles as he deposited her clothes on the table she’d been sitting at earlier. Then, he joined their hands. He loved the way his big one engulfed hers.
