Page 43 of Daddy's Little Patient

At last he let the plug slide home and Cricket made a guttural sound that made his dick jump. Then she was looking up at him and he could sense the need in her. Not for an orgasm, because goddamn right he’d given her one of those, but for reassurance and approval. Little girls could be needy, and he wanted to give her everything.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his hand still resting on her hot, swollen mound.

“You’re such a good girl, Cricket, following directions like that and taking that plug just like Daddy told you to. Daddy loves seeing you all strapped down and spread out, and making you come.”

His love bug sighed, and it sounded half like pleasure and half relief. He should take advantage of her momentary lethargy to get her shaved. It would be easier while she was limp and shattered.

He finally went to fetch what he’d need, and made quick but careful work of removing her pubic hair. It didn’t take long to get rid of the neatly trimmed coarse copper curls with the sharp blade and foamy lather, and then his Cricket was bare.

He teased her a bit by running his fingertips along her freshly shorn lips and she made small, startled sounds. Maybe she’d never been completely bare before? It would be a goddamn delight to play with her when she was so sensitive.

“Time for some cream to protect your skin, and then my babygirl’s going back in her diaper for breakfast,” he told her. “And I have something else for you too.”

After sliding the diaper underneath her bottom, he took out a tube and squeezed some cream onto his fingers. When he brought them to her mound, she gasped. It seemed to be so intense for Cricket to be touched there without a layer of hair.

“Such a sensitive babygirl,” her Daddy said, spreading the thick cream all over. “Such delicate skin. That’s why Daddy needs to put diaper cream on you for now. After a couple days we’ll switch to powder to help keep you dry.”

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After getting Cricket down from the changing table and dressing her, Owen asked, “You remember I said I had something else for you?”

Cricket looked at him with those big eyes that somehow seemed to get rounder and bigger when she was Little. How did that work?

Owen felt a pang of hesitation. Was it right to give this to her while she was so firmly Little? Should he wait until she was more adult? But honestly, when would that be? He would respect any request she made to have a timeout from being Little and honor any negotiation she wanted to have but she seemed to enjoy being his babygirl and god knew he loved when she was like this.

Perhaps most importantly of all, he’d already told her that he had something for her. He couldn’t yank that away at the last second. Being told you could have something and then not receiving it was rough on anyone, particularly Littles, and especially, he thought, on Cricket. With her history of not having her needs met, he needed to be as consistent and reliable as humanly possible. It was decided then.

He’d stowed the small box in a drawer of the changing table and retrieved it before pointing to the floor. Cricket had learned well enough that meant she was to get down on all fours.

“Over to the rocking chair so Daddy can cuddle you, babygirl,” he directed, and enjoyed the view of her padded bottom as she crawled across the room.

He took a seat and then patted the cushion beside him and Cricket took up her position with her bottom nestled next to him and her legs draped over his lap. Owen wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a minute before handing her the box.

“Go on,” he told her. “Open it.”

Cricket hesitated, and doubt sparked in his mind again.

“Do you not want to open this right now? Do you need a nap first? Are you hungry?”

His Little girl shook her head. “No, Daddy. I…I’m just not used to so many new things. I always had enough growing up but we had the kind of family where you got socks and underwear for Christmas. I get the feeling this isn’t something I need.”

Smugness stole over him. “We’ll see what you think when you’ve opened it. There aren’t any socks or underwear in there but I think you might find you need it nonetheless.”

His love bug blinked and tipped her head but then looked down at the box again, and cautiously lifted the top like there might be a live animal inside. She gasped, and her eyes and mouth formed perfect circles even before she took her gift out from the box.

“Do you want to try it on or do you want a minute to look at it?”

“I wanna look, Daddy.”

At last she took her gift in her hands. There was a heavy silver heart, with a chain that attached to the highest point of each lobe. It was sturdy and the chain was relatively short and it made his heart swell to watch her hold it in her cupped hands and rub the pads of her thumbs over the smooth surface of the heart.

“If you accept it,” he told her, “this is your day collar, babygirl. You don’t wear it in the bath or the shower but any other time you’re awake, this will be around your neck. It’s to remind you that you belong to me, and that being mine means you follow all my rules and do your best to always be a good girl for Daddy.”

Bliss lit up her face like the sun rising over the mountains. “Like the maintenance spankings?”

“Yes,” he said with a gentle smile. “But I thought you’d prefer some pretty jewelry instead of having your bottom spanked all the time.”

Cricket twisted her mouth to the side and shrugged which made him laugh.

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