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Daddy Ross and Baby Amy are both adults over 18 years old. This story is fictional and contains role-play between two consenting adults. This story has nothing to do with real children.
The Role Play Adventures of Baby Amy & Daddy Ross
Amy's Christmas Part 1- Written By Daddy Ross
Amy opened her sleepy eyes. It was still dark but she could just make out a shadowy figure in her room. “Santa?” she says, groggily through her dummy. ‘Santa’ jumps slightly with surprise and then “Yes, Amy….it’s Santa” comes a reply with a voice that sounds suspiciously familiar to Amy. “Santa….what are you doing?” Amy says, after removing the dummy from her mouth. She is fully awake now. “Well Amy, I have this dilemma….erm….I mean a decision that I need to make” Santa says, adjusting his glasses. “You know I have 2 lists, one of naughty and one of nice children?” he continues. Amy feels worried now about where this is going but, thankfully, she thinks it’s too dark for Santa to see the panic in her face. “Yes, Santa” she says, with what she thinks is a brave voice but is, in truth, nothing more than a whimper “Well…..ermm…this has never happened before…..but you are not on either list!” says Santa, in a sheepish voice.
Amy squirms under her cover trying to find her blankie. She can feel her nappy is already wet but she wonders if it can take another pee without leaking. She decides to risk it and let it go. The warm liquid that flows from between her legs and around her bottom is a great source of comfort and takes some of her mind from the predicament she, and Santa, are in. She is woken from her reverie by a little cough from Santa and then he continues “well….erm….I thought perhaps you could tell me if you’ve be naughty or not and then I will decide if you deserve some presents or some black coal”. Amy couldn’t believe her luck – she suspected that perhaps she had been such a brat this year for daddy that she may have even dropped of the bottom of the naughty list! ”I’ve been REALLY, REALLY, REALLY good – I promise Santa!” Amy almost shouts. “Shhhhh baby…erm ….I mean Amy” Santa urged Amy, hoping she hadn’t noticed his slip of the tongue then. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to take your word for it but….” his voice turned suddenly very stern “….I shall keep a very close eye on you this year and if you’re not good for your daddy I shall know about it !” and with that he turned to leave. Just before he opened the door he turned and said “good night Amy, time for sleep or you won’t get any presents tomorrow”. “Good night Santa” was the faint reply as Santa closed the door behind him, removing the false beard to reveal daddy underneath. May be his little girl will be a good girl next year now – he doubted it though.
Amy wakes early Christmas morning, as usual, and immediately pulled the covers off herself and jumped out of her bed. Within a breath she is running towards daddies room “IT’S CHRISTMAS DADDY – TIME TO WAKE UP!” she shouts as she runs down the corridor and flings open daddies bedroom door. In the lounge room he spares no expense turning it into a “traditional” Christmas room that a Hollywood set designer would be proud of including little Christmas stockings hung over the fire place and decorations everywhere. Of course the centre piece is a huge, real spruce, Christmas tree that Amy and daddy had decorated together a few nights before with baubles, tinsel, candy canes and lights –with a shiny star that Amy had made taking pride of place at the top, as always. Every year they have all the family and friends they can cope with, and some times more, for a full traditional Christmas lunch. Until the first guest’s arrive in a few hours though it was daddy and Amy’s time. Daddy had always been a sucker for Christmas but now he had his little girl he would go to any length to make it special. They had even just returned from a trip to Lapland to see Santa – Amy did enjoy sitting on Santa’s lap and so did Santa judging from how red his cheeks turned! Amy often played daddies little girl but it was always a bit more special at Christmas.
“Come on daddy” Amy pleads as she straddles daddy’s waist and bounces up and down on him “I want to open my presents!”. Daddy pretends to be a little irritated and sleepy but he’s really excited too “oh Amy, just five more minutes baby”. “No daddy, now!” Amy insists. Daddy roles Amy off him and quickly feels between her legs. Her nappy feels very heavy beneath her thick pjs, it must be soaked through. “We’re going to have to change you before you can have your presents sweetheart” daddy says earnestly to Amy. “But daddy…..” Amy starts but daddy cuts it off “it’s not too late for Santa to come and take your presents back young lady if you’re naughty” he lies. Daddy jumps up from the bed and indicates Amy should lie back down. “I’ve got your change bag right here so will change you on my bed as a special Christmas treat” daddy explained. Daddy prepared himself by getting a nice clean nappy from the bag, the nappy cream and some baby wipes. He also took a baby pink t-shirt with a care bear on the front from the freshly ironed clothes in the corner. It was taking all too long for Amy and she was sighing irritably and fidgeting. Finally daddy had stripped off the pjs and the sodden nappy. He admired her beauty for a moment and felt the inklings of an arousal in his boxer shorts. No way would Amy want to do that first so he put that thought from his mind. Not an easy task as he first wiped Amy’s ‘jenny’ with a baby wipe and then rubbed cream into it. By now Amy was getting over eager – she was trying so hard to stay calm by bighting her top lip but she was near breaking point. “Bottom up baby” daddy asks and Amy almost jumps off the bed in her rush to let daddy slide the new nappy under her bottom. Eventually daddy has the nappy taped up and Amy sits up and lifts her arms to let the clean t-shirt over her head. “Lets go daddy” Amy pleads and, with that, she grabs daddy’s hand and nearly drags him downstairs and into the lounge.
The scene that greets them is magical. Santa has left a big pile of presents under the tree where none were before and that completes the Christmas picture. As a reward Amy notices that Santa has eaten the biscuits and milk she had left out for him the night before – a fair swap she thinks and smiles. “Can I open a present daddy, PLEASE!” Amy asks desperately. “Of course you can baby” daddy says as her passes her one of the tightly rapped presents from under the tree. Amy has the rapping off in an instance – ripped off almost in one movement. “Oh daddy – it’s the Barbie doll from Kmart…..I thought Santa would have thought I’d been too naughty for this” she says, cradling her new dolly in her arms. Amy goes through several more presents revealing new DVDs, colouring books, crayons and lots more. “Would you like your big present now sweetheart” daddies ask and gets the immediate and enthusiastic response of “yes please daddy!”.
Daddy gets up and goes out into the corridor. Amy hears some scraping and rustling. Then there is a dragging sound and the door pushes back open. Daddy is half carrying, half pushing this object that is almost up to his chest and wider than he is. “I hope you like it, this one is from me not Santa. It took me an age to find it…..” daddy say through a couple of panted breaths. Amy can wait no longer and jumps up to rip of the paper from this huge present. Underneath is revealed a big baby high chair in pastel yellow with little pale blue bunnies all over it. “DADDY! IT’S BEAUTIFUL!” Amy beams. “Shame you can’t use it for you Christmas dinner” daddy smiles “but you can have your breakfast in it if you like” he continued. “Yes please daddy” Amy replies busily examining her new chair. “There’s a couple of presents Amy” daddy says and this is enough to break the spell the chair has over Amy. Daddy hands her two parcels – one rectangular box and one soft and floppy.
Amy chooses the box first and soon has a pair of sensible black little girl shoes in her hand, which she looks at without much enthusiasm. She attacks the second parcel, which contains a little pleated black skirt, a pure white blouse, a pair of white socks and a school tie. “I’m not going to school – I want to stay here with you daddy” Amy eventually says, obviously trying to hold back on her temper. “Sorry baby but you have to” daddy replies, softly. “I WON’T” Amy shouts and throws the clothes down. She is in a rage now but daddy has an inspiration. He doesn’t want to spank her on Christmas day and thinks a “time out” might do the trick. He grabs her and drags her over to the chair. “I think you need to sit in here until you calm down a bit. Amy struggles but daddy is too strong and pulls her up and pushes her legs through under the tray. There are little buckle straps to fasten her in and he immediate applies these before she has a chance to try and escape.
Amy’s rage is incandescent. She is shaking with fury and her little hands are clenching and unclenching. She looks at daddy with daggers. “You can sit there until you calm down even if it takes all day” and, with that her turns her to face the wall. The shakings starts to subside almost immediately and then, after a couple of sobs, eventually a very weak “sorry daddy” is heard. Daddy opens the buckles and lifts Amy out of the chair. After daddy wipes the tears from her eyes, he holds her to his chest and they cuddle for a few moments. “Are you feeling better now Amy” daddy asks soothingly and is rewarded with a little nod of the head. Daddy pushes Amy from his chest and holds her head up so that their eyes are only a few inches away. “You know I love you Amy don’t you” another nod “well, just for me, can you try on your school uniform while I go and get you a warm bottle of milk and put the turkey in the over” a sniff and then another little nod indicates ascent.
When daddy returns a few minutes later he finds Amy still looking a little sullen standing amongst the discarded rapping paper looking down at her new shoes and socks while sucking her thumb. Daddy found his cock stiffen almost immediately. There she was in her crisp white blouse and school tie with a skirt that was hopelessly too short as it revealed her nappy poking out from underneath. She looked gorgeous! “How about a present for daddy?” daddy asks with a huge smile on his face. “What would you like daddy” Amy smiles back, noticing daddies return for the first time. “Well may be we could play some games in the bedroom” daddy says, pretending he is thinking up ideas right there and then. Amy walks over and goes to grab his hand but grabs his hard cock instead – “daddy, you are naughty!”. Daddy takes Amy’s hand and leads her back to his bedroom after giving her a light spank on her nappy covered bottom – “daddies are never naughty baby!”
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