“Okay, Daddy.” I’m not opposed to experimenting at a younger age, plus he’s probably right. It might help me settle my racing mind.
I sit very still while he removes all my clothes. When he leans me back on the changing table, I close my eyes and feel myself slipping into a deeper level of age play.
“Can you hold your legs open wide for me, Baby girl? I could use restraints, but I don’t want anything to trigger you.”
“I’ll keep them open, Daddy.”
He spreads them wide. “I need you to stay very still for me. I’m going to shave these curls off, okay?”
I draw in a deep breath and nod. It’s something I’ve thought about. I’ve never been brave enough to shave my own pussy, but if Daddy is going to do it…
“Good girl. I don’t want moisture trapped against your skin when you’re wearing a diaper.”
I bite my lip. We’re doing this. I want this. My tummy is flipping around. Wetness is leaking out of me. Daddy is going to notice when he touches me.
I keep my eyes closed and let him work, flinching a few times as he spreads shaving cream on me and drags the razor over my folds. He’s careful and meticulous, but it doesn’t take him very long.
The next thing I know, he’s got ahold of my wrists and he’s hauling them over my head.
I open my eyes to watch him as he clutches both wrists in one hand above my head. He smiles at me, using his other hand to stroke my newly shaved folds.
“Are you sore from having Daddy inside you last night, Baby girl?”
I shake my head. Words escape me.
He holds my gaze, his face inches from mine, while he finds my clit and circles it. A moment later, he eases a finger into me.
I gasp. It’s hard to keep my hips down.
“Such a good girl. So pretty. I want you to come on Daddy’s fingers before I diaper you. An orgasm will help you relax.”
My arousal shoots higher at his words, and in no time at all I feel the pressure growing and growing until it explodes. I cry out as my pussy clenches around his finger and my clit pulses against his thumb.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. He releases my wrists to step back toward my bottom.
I jump at the sound of the top of something popping open and watch as my Daddy squeezes something onto his fingers.
“Diaper cream, Baby girl. It will protect your skin.”
“Am I really supposed tousethe diaper, Daddy?”
“Yes, princess. Daddy wants you to use it.” He rubs the cream all over my folds and down around my tight bottom hole too. After he cleans off his fingers, he lifts my hips and slides a diaper under me.
I’m surprised to find that what he told me yesterday is true. This is a special kind of diaper. It doesn’t crinkle. It’s thick between my legs, but it doesn’t pinch my thighs either. It’s actually comfortable. And the best part is that the tabs are almost silent.
When he’s done, he sits me up and pulls a soft cotton nightgown over my head. “This is just while I feed you, Baby girl. I’ll take it off before bed.”
He lifts me up to cradle me in his arms. “I bet you didn’t eat today, did you, princess?”
I shake my head.
He kisses my forehead, carries me to the kitchen, and holds me with one arm while he prepares a bottle with his other hand.
I watch closely, eager to try this while somewhat nervous at the same time. “What is it, Daddy?”
“It’s a protein shake. Perfect for Little girls who miss a meal. You’ll like it. I promise it’s tasty.”
Minutes later we’re back in my nursery. Daddy is still cradling me as he pops the nipple in my mouth.
