Page 34 of Daddy's Little Patient

Given the way her nipples were beading and her pussy was getting wet, being on the changing table wasn’t so bad at all. Then he patted her mound, which she kept neatly trimmed.

Men were bizarre and seemed to get off on the fact that she was a natural redhead and “the carpet matched the drapes.” Weirdos. She would be slightly disappointed if her Daddy made the same comment she’d heard a million times before, but not exactly surprised. He was a man, after all. But he didn't.

“Daddy will do something about this tomorrow. Babygirls don’t have hair on their princess parts. No hair also helps the powder or diaper cream work better.”

She’d always been curious what it would like to be bare, but her shape and size made it a challenge to shave herself without risking nicks which were unpleasant on her legs but wildly so on her bikini line, so she hadn’t even tried to navigate her labia. And waxing was ridiculously expensive not to mention time-consuming and she’d heard it hurt. A lot.

The idea of her Daddy taking care of that though wasn’t so bad. And contrary to what she would’ve thought, the idea of being diapered was sounding more and more appealing.

“For now, Daddy’s going to wipe off your princess parts so you go to bed nice and dry.”

Before she knew what was happening, he’d grabbed her ankles and folded her at the waist, which made her cheeks spread and exposed her asshole. She made a desperate whimper.

“What’s wrong, Cricket? Is Daddy hurting you?”

“No, Daddy. But I…”

“You what, babygirl?”

“I don’t want to have that kind of accident,” she whispered miserably.

It had been bad enough to wake up in a wet bed. What if she… Oh, she couldn’t even think the word in her own head, it was too embarrassing.

“I understand. Daddy can help you with that,” he told her in a gentle, reassuring tone. “We’ll just plug up your little bottom while you sleep so you don’t have ‘that kind of accident.’”

He opened a drawer at the front of the table and held up a bright pink butt plug which he dipped in a jar of lube before pressing the tip into her asshole.

“Relax, babygirl. Relax and breathe and let Daddy push this plug into your bottom. I know your bottom hole is so tiny and it’s going to get stretched out by this plug, but then it will be in and it will help you not have any of those accidents you’re so worried about.”

In some ways it felt hard to do what he said—she was anything but relaxed—but his voice called to something deeper inside her than reason. That part had Cricket summoning the control she had over her body and breathing space and give into her muscles.

There was a second of her tight ring being stretched uncomfortably, and then she felt the satisfying, settling pop of the plug driven home.

“Oh, there you go, pretty girl. What a nice plugged up bottom you have now,” he said, tapping on the base of the plug in a way that made her pussy squeeze. Not an orgasm, but close. It was a hum of arousal that pulsed through her body like an electric current.

“And I think we’ll plug your mouth with a paci to help you stay calm and not argue so much with Daddy.”

From the same drawer, he pulled out an adult sized pacifier that was the same color as the plug that was lodged in her bottom.

“Your plugs will match. So perfect and pink for my sweet babygirl. Open up, love bug.”

That same essential part of her that had bypassed the overthinking, adult, incessant inner monologue segment had her mouth opening and eagerly sucking the silicone nipple once Daddy pushed it into her mouth.

Something about the suckling made it easier to let the wide-eyed and deeply submissive part of her take the wheel. She was still keyed up and turned on but there was also an absence of fight. Just obedience and wanting to please.

Chapter Eighteen

After setting her feet back down on the table, Daddy told her, “Spread your legs, Little girl.”

Once Cricket let her knees fall open and moved her feet to the edge of the pad, Daddy wiped her down between her legs with a soft cloth. And then a second one.

“Oh dear,” he tutted. “I’m having trouble getting you dry. Your pussy just keeps getting wet, babygirl.”

Probably because she was so turned on. Between the Daddying and the light bondage and the embarrassment of it all, it was no wonder she was slick between her thighs. She couldn’t even respond because of the pacifier he’d pushed between her lips, so she just blinked at him, shamefaced and flushed.

“It’s okay, Daddy will take care of you. Quickly this time because you need your rest.”

He opened another drawer—what other treasures were in there?—and pulled out something no longer than her hand and looking like it was made of light purple silicone.

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