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Daddy’s Little Nappy Girl
Now Milly, if you're going to be staying for the weekend, I think we need to have a little talk. I've made a few preparations for your visit, and you may have noticed already that I've put a plastic sheet on your bed. Now don't make that face - I know you're a big girl, but when you're staying away from home, it's not unusual for little accidents to happen. We both know you still wet your bed every night. So I've bought a few things for you, and I hope you're going to be a good girl and let me put them on you without a fuss. I know it's still early, but you must be sleepy after your trip, and I wouldn't want you to have any little accidents on my new carpet. I'm just not sure you can be trusted with big girl knickers yet.
I'm sure you will be a lot more comfortable if you let me put your nappies on now, instead of waiting for bedtime. Then you can go and play or watch TV, and you don't have to worry about being forgetful. If you do have a little accident, you just come and tell me and I'll change your wet pants for you. How does that sound? So just lie down on the floor and hold still while I pop you in a nappy.
Now there's no need to cry - it's only a nappy. It's one thing to still wet your bed like a baby, but you don't have to cry too. I know you've been in nappies lots of times before, and I'm sure you know it's for the best. Just in case - you never know. Come on, let's do this upstairs instead - let me carry you. Yes that's right sweetheart - you suck your thumb. Feeling better now? Here, let me get that hair out of your face. Yes, that's better. It's OK - you can put your thumb back in now.
My you are a big girl now aren't you - you're getting quite heavy, but I can manage OK. I can remember just a few years when ago you were in nappies for bed every night, and lots of times for playing in the afternoon. And you didn't make any fuss at all. So what's the problem now hey? You're not the first big girl to need nappies you know.
There you go - you just lie there on the bed, and I'll get everything ready. You just pull your dress up for me and hold it please - that's a good girl. OK - bottom up while I just get your knickers off. And what's this I see? Oh Milly - you're already wet! When did you do that? I hope you tried to find a toilet and weren't just lazy. So it looks like we're just in time don't you think?
OK - now let's get those naughty wet knickers off. Lift up your bottom again. No wriggling please - just hold still. That's a good girl - now pull your knees up and let them fall apart for me - I'm sure you know the routine. Milly! Oh my! You are becoming a big girl in some ways aren't you!
OK - now let's get those naughty wet knickers off. Lift up your bottom again. No wriggling please - just hold still. That's a good girl - now pull your knees up and let them fall apart for me - I'm sure you know the routine. Milly! Oh my! You are becoming a big girl in some ways aren't you! You've certainly grown up a bit since the last time I saw you like this. In fact if I wasn't just about to put my little girl in an nappy, I'd almost think she was becoming a young lady.
OK, now lets get this nappy under your bottom. That's a good girl, just lift up a bit for me. These ones sure make a funny noise don't they? They're real crinkly ones. What's it say on the packet - let's see. "Nappies for girls - size suitable for bedwetters up to teenage years. Keeps baby girls drier." Nothing about how crinkly they sound. I hope it's going to fit, since you're not a teenager any more. I think they will, you don't look very big to me!
Now you just lie there for a moment while I get some cream to rub on you. I don't want my baby getting a nappy rash. I've got some over here somewhere. Yes here it is. And what's this - I had forgotten I even bought it. I've got you a dummy Milly. I remember how you used to like sucking one. Hey, what's all the giggling about. Oh Milly, I told you not to move! But since you're on your tummy now, I may as well put some cream on your bottom. Here we go. I hope it's not too cold. How does that feel? This should stop you getting a rash from being wet all the time.
OK, roll over. That's a good girl. Now stop giggling. How can I put the dummy in your mouth with you carrying on like that? That's better. Now don't you look sweet! Now knees up again, and legs apart - just a bit more cream. Oooh, I bet that feels nice doesn't it? I'll just rub in a bit more. Now don't be naughty young lady! I know nappy time is meant to be fun, but if I think you're getting excited I'll be cross. I know you're a big girl, but obviously not big enough to stop wetting your bed, so you're not big enough yet to be getting excited. I think you should sleep on your back tonight Milly. I've read quite a bit about big girls who still wear nappies to bed. After they've had an accident, too many of them like to lie on their front and push their wet nappy against the bed. And I don't want any of that sort of thing happening here!
Now I'll just sprinkle a bit of baby powder on you and we're almost done. It smells nice doesn't it? OK - here we go - up between the legs - nice and tight - and I do believe it's going to fit. You're not so grown up afterall! Now where are these side bits - here they are. I'll just tape them down, and... we're finished. Nappy time over for now. Milly is back in nappies where she belongs. All we have to now is get you out of that dress and into your jammies. I've bought you some really cute ones. The bottoms have a bit of extra room for girls who are still in nappies.
Now when you want to be changed, you must come and tell me that you've done a wee in your pants - you can't expect me to be checking you all the time.
Finally you're back in nappies, and lying there on the bed sucking your dummy you look very happy and contented. I can't keep my eyes of the nappy sitting snuggly between your legs, and I think how right it looks on you. All we have to now is get you out of that dress and into your jammies. I've bought you some really cute ones. The bottoms have a bit of extra room for girls who are still in nappies.
I sit you up on the bed, and taking hold of the hem of your dress, I gently raise it over your head and take it off. As I'm doing it though, I accidentally brush my hand against one of your exposed breasts, and I immediately notice how hard and erect the nipple is. That's when I realise that you're more aroused by being put into a nappy than I thought. I look at you, and I can see a naughty twinkle in your eye, and even though you've got a dummy in your mouth, I can still see a little smile. It doesn't really come as any surprise to me though, as I am already well aware that there is often a problem like this with older girls during nappy changes. And I know it often gets even more difficult after she's wet herself. I try to put it out of my mind, but I can't help thinking about what might happen when I have to change your first wet nappy.
But for now I just tell you to be a good girl, and say that I might have to pull your nappy down and smack your bottom. It's hard to get too cross though, as you look so cute, and so much like a baby, sitting there on the bed in just your nappy.
Then I get the little girl pajamas out of the bag. They're brand new, and just for you. The top is sleeveless and short, coming down to just below your waist, with a picture of the Little Mermaid on the front. The bottoms have elastic and frilly lace around the leg and waist openings, and remind me a bit of plastic baby pants. They're perfect for you! I help you to get dressed, and then get you to stand up beside the bed. What a sight! Your pyjama bottoms are all puffed out and obviously filled with nappy, and you've got a dummy in your mouth. Your long hair is a little bit ruffled and partly over your face, and with one hand you're playing with it, twirling it through your fingers.
Come on, let's go downstairs and I'll read you a story. If you're a good girl I might even let you sit on my lap. Then I might get you something to eat. If you don't mind I thought I might pop you in the old high chair. I'm sure you'll fit. I've also got a nice new bib for you too. But first let's get that hair off your face. I think I've got some ribbons here that would be perfect. Yes, here they are, and a brush too, let me just fix it up for you. There, that's better, now I can see your face.
We start to head downstairs, and I can hear the sound of your nappy crinkling as you walk. Just then the phone rings, and it's my friend James.
Hello. Hi, James, how are you? Fine thanks. Oh not much. I've got Milly with me. Do you remember her? Yes, of course you do. Same. Yes, still a big baby I'm afraid. She's still in nappies every night, and in fact I've got her dressed like a baby now. She was already wet when she got here. I'm not even sure if she knows when she's doing it. Yes. Yes. Of course I remember that time at the Olsen’s - it was all a bit embarrassing really. I couldn't believe it when I went looking for Milly and found her playing with Elizabeth in the toyroom - and sitting on the floor in a puddle! She said it just happened, but I'm never sure with her.
No, I disagree. I think she deserved to have me pull her wet pants down and spank her bottom, and put her in a nappy right there on the lougeroom floor in front of everyone. I was very cross - she's such a baby. The older boys thought it was pretty funny, especially when she threw a tantrum on the floor while I was trying to get her nappy on. I think she deserved to have her bottom smacked. Yes, it was very lucky Elizabeth was still wetting her bed, so Milly could borrow one of her nappies. I think Elizabeth was a bit embarrassed though - I don't think too many people there knew she still wore them.
Yes - we'd love to come. And don't worry, I'll be more prepared this time. I've bought Milly a little back pack with the Lion King on it. I'll make sure I pack spare knickers and pants for her, and couple of nappies. She'll probably want to pack her teddy bear or something too, and that's OK. Oh yes, I'm going to bring some child reins too in case she's naughty.
Actually, I'll tell you something very interesting about Elizabeth, but it's confidential - just between you and me. I was talking to Janine Olsen at her house about two weeks later, and she confided that Elizabeth is quite similar to Milly. Yes - she's still in nappies every night, but apparently they also let her take a bottle to bed. Yes, I know, at her age. But the really interesting thing is that after we all left that day, Janine found Elizabeth in her bedroom playing with her dolls, and she'd wet herself just like Milly. No, she didn't even try to get to the toilet, just did it in her pants, and was happily sitting there playing. Janine said that when Elizabeth gets like that they just play along - it's not worth fighting about. They just pop her in a nappy, as they know there'll be plenty more accidents before she decides she wants to be a big girl again.
Yes, that's what Janine and I thought. She obviously watched Milly sit there and have an accident in her pants, and then get put into one of her own nappies. Yes, she was obviously a bit jealous. Yes, I agree. There's a lot of pressure on young girls these days. It's no wonder so many of them want to be babies, and still need nappies. Which is probably why they started to make nappies and pullups in sizes for older girls. They make them now for teenage girls, and I've got Milly in one now. There's a photo of a very pretty girl on the front of the packet asleep in bed. You can't see her nappy, but she's obviously got one on.
OK - well I better go. I promised to read Milly a story. Yes - I'll see you tomorrow, and I'll bring my baby girl with me.
After my phone call with James, I decided that maybe it was better to get you something to eat first, and then read you a story. I hadn't meant to be so long, but you had been a good girl and waited patiently. You had obviously been listening to the conversation, because as I took your hand and began to lead you out to the kitchen, you started asking me about the plans for tomorrow.
I explained that we were going to a barbecue at James' house, and that quite a few people would be there, including some you knew. You asked me if Elizabeth would be there, and I said I didn't know, but that quite possibly she would be. Then you were quiet for a bit, and obviously thinking, as I lifted you up and popped you into the highchair. I fitted the tray table to the front, and snapped the plastic strip in place between your legs, effectively locking you in. Then as I went to the fridge to get you some milk, you asked me "Paul, does Elizabeth still do wees in her pants sometimes?" "Yes sweetheart, she does," I replied. "She just forgets to be a big girl sometimes, and has accidents in her knickers and in her bed like you. That's why she has to wear nappies too. So you see, other girls are still big babies too."
I took a baby's cup from the cupboard, the kind with a spout, filled it with milk from the fridge, and handed it to you. Even with the spout you still managed to spill some down your bib, and I was glad I hadn't used a normal cup. Oh Milly- you messy girl - look what you've done! And you've got milk all around her mouth too. Here - let me wipe it off for you. There we go, that's a good girl. All clean now.
I've made you a sandwich, and I want you to eat it all up. And try not to get too much of it down your front either. The quicker you finish, the quicker we can go inside and I'll read you a story.
You tucked into the sandwich, but clearly your mind was elsewhere, and still thinking about tomorrow. "Paul? Can I wear my big girl knickers tomorrow. I promise I won't have a wet in them. I'll be good."
Oh Milly! You know what happened last time. When I found you, you had your bottom in the middle of a big puddle, and your pants were soaked. You could have come and told me that you needed to do a wee, and I would have taken you to the toilet. I know you have trouble sometimes getting your pants off, but I would have helped. But it looked to me like you didn't even try - you just sat there and enjoyed yourself! I'll tell you what - we'll talk about it again tomorrow. Let's see if you wet your bed tonight first, and then we'll decide if you're grown up enough. Now Milly - I don't want any fuss, so you can stop making that face young lady! Yes - that's better. We'll decide tomorrow, and I don't want to hear about it again.
By now you had finished the sandwich - at least those parts of it you didn't get on your face or on the bib! After wiping your face I lifted you out of the highchair, and carried you to the lounge room. I arranged some cushions on the sofa, and sat down first, allowing you to climb onto my lap. You seemed very happy when I said I was going to read you the story of the Lion King, from a big book with lots of lovely colour pictures in it.
As I opened the book and started reading, you snuggled down against my chest and rested your head on my shoulder. I had barely got through the first page when I noticed that you had put your thumb in your mouth, and curled your finger over your nose. I didn't mind though.
I continued to read, and you were obviously enjoying the book. At various points in the story you pulled your soggy thumb out of your mouth, and asked questions, so I could tell you were having a good time. But when I got to part where Simba was trapped by the stampede, I could tell you were getting a little worried. You snuggled down closer, and sucked harder on your thumb, and then just at the moment when the wildebeests arrived, I thought I felt a faint warmth against my leg. I read a few more words, and then suddenly my whole lap was filled with a lovely warm feeling. I realised immediately that you had wet yourself, and that I was feeling the warmth on my legs through your nappy. It was quite a nice feeling though, and I could only imagine how much nicer it was probably feeling from the inside - the lovely warm rush all around your bottom and between your legs.
I stopped reading and looked at you. Slowly you pulled your thumb out of your mouth, and spoke in the most little girl voice you had used so far. "Paul. I've done an accident in my pants." "Yes I know sweetheart, I can feel it. You're a wet girl now for sure! Let's just see how bad it is."
I lifted you a little bit away from my chest, and slid my hand down the back of your nappy. Oh yes Milly, you have been a naughty girl. I may have to change you, but first let's check how bad it is in the front. I let you lie back against my chest again, while I slowly slid my hand down the front of your nappy. As I did, you parted your legs slightly to make it easier for me, and I heard you let out a little sigh. As I slid my hand down between your legs, I suddenly realised that not only did I have a wet little girl sitting on my lap, and I had a rather excited and sexually aroused big one too! I'm not too surprised though. I know what it's like for a girl when she has an accident in her nappy - all that warmth around her bottom and between her legs.
Initially I was just going to put my hand quickly in and out, and feel your nappy, but when you parted your legs, it just slipped down easily between them. Your nappy feels warm and wet against the back of my hand, and with the tips of my fingers I can feel your arousal. I gently slip my index finger snugly between your lips, and slowly let it glide up and down. Your little button is hard and excited, and easy to find, so I let my finger linger on it, making little slippery circles around it.
As I do this I look up at your pretty face. You're leaning back against my chest, with your head resting on my shoulder. You're smiling, and your eyes are closed, and I can tell you're feeling happy. Through your flimsy baby doll PJ's I can see your nipples have gone hard, and are making little bumps in the material. With my free hand I pull your top up past your tummy and breasts. I take one of them fully in my hand, and one of your hard nipples between my thumb and finger.
Then I hear you let out a little sigh, and your eyes slowly open. You look all sleepy and dreamy, and I hear you whisper something to me. "Paul, talk to me like I'm a baby - like I'm a little girl who still wets her bed."
So as I continue to bring you slowly to orgasm with my fingers, I whisper in your ear.
Milly, you're a naughty girl to still be in nappies. Imagine having to lie on your bed every night with your legs apart and have someone put a nappy on you. What would all your friends think if they knew you were still a bedwetter, and had accidents in your knickers? What a baby you are Milly! You're just a naughty little baby who doesn't even notice she needs to go to the toilet. You'd rather keep playing with your friends, or stay all cosy in bed, wouldn't you, and just let it happen in your pants. It's nice not to worry about it, and then let daddy change you afterwards.
Sometimes I get cross with you when you're naughty - when you're cheeky and answer back, or when you don't do as you're told - when you run around and make too much noise - or when you wait to long and wee in your training pants. That's when I have to spank you, or send you to your room, or decide that it's time for your nappy. When you're getting tired and cranky - that's when it's nappy time for Milly.
But even though you're naughty, you're still my little girl - even though you wet your bed every night like a baby. When you're curled up in bed with your thumb in you mouth, that's when I know I don't really mind.
The naughtiest thing Milly, is that I know you like to be a baby. Even though you know you should be a big girl, you still like to have daddy put you in nappies. You like it when I change you, even in front of your friends. And you like to be naughty and get told off - don't you?
I know your secret. Your secret is that you're really a big girl, and acting like a baby, and wetting your bed, and being put in nappies, makes you feel excited. I know what you do under the covers at night time in bed. You dream about being a baby, and you play with yourself - don't you? You put your hand in your knickers while you imagine I'm putting a nappy on you. And you masturbate yourself while you imagine you're still a bedwetter.
That's what you do, isn't it Milly? Just like I'm doing to you now.
That's right naughty girl - you push yourself against my hand. Feel the nappy against your thighs and across your bottom. You just spread your legs apart and concentrate on that lovely feeling. You're a baby Milly- a baby in nappies, and any minute you're going to come. You just let it happen. That's a good girl!
After our fun games on the couch, you fell asleep on my lap, with your head on my shoulder and your thumb in your mouth. I know you always sucks your thumb when you're tired, and I think it's really cute, especially the way you curl your finger over your nose. I think that girls are never too old to suck their thumbs, and I know lots of big girls who can't get to sleep unless they have their thumb in their mouth. But eventually I decided it was time for bed, so I gently lifted you up and carried you upstairs. As I lay you down on the bed for your nappy change, you sleepily opened your eyes.
Even though you were offering no resistance to having your nappy changed, you still asked me "Paul, do I really have to wear nappies to bed?"
"Yes sweetheart - you do. You know you still wet the bed every night like a baby, so I'm afraid you do have to wear nappies. But I'll tell you what - when we go to James' house tomorrow, as long as you're a god girl in the morning, I'll let you start the day wearing your favourite jeans and your big girl knickers. Would you like that? But you mustn't wee in them Milly. Do you understand? If I let you be a big girl, you have to tell me if you need to go to the toilet, so I can take you. OK"
You sleepily nodded your head, as you automatically parted your legs for your clean nappy to be pulled up between them. You were so tired you were operating on autopilot, just instinctively going through the motions of the nappy change that you knew off by heart. I pinned the nappy on you, and then you lifted your feet into the air as I carefully guided your little toes through the leg openings on your plastic baby pants. I didn't even have to ask you to lift your bottom up as I slid them up your legs and over your nappy. Then I helped you into bed, and gave you a big goodnight kiss as I tucked you in.
Next morning I awoke to find you in bed beside me, snuggling up to me. I knew there had been a bit of a storm during the night, so I guessed you must have got scared. So I lay there quietly for a while, not wanting to wake you. You were pressed up close to me, and I could feel the warmth of your body, especially the warmth of your wet nappies pressing against my leg. Just then you opened her eyes, and snuggled up even closer.
"Hey chick a dee. Did my little girl have a big sleep? Yes, I'm sure you did. Do you have anything you need to tell me?"
You had a slightly guilty look on your face, and were biting your lower lip. You hesitated for a while before confessing, but then in your sweetest little girl voice you said "Paul. I think I did a wet in my nappy again. It just happened in my pants and I didn't know."
"Yes, I think you did a wet in your nappy too! In fact I know you did! Oh Milly, when are you going to learn to be a big girl. You don't even try not to wet the bed do you? Oh well, not to worry."
We snuggled up together for w while, before I decided it was time to get up.
"Come on then, we have a big day coming up. Let's get you out of that wet nappy and into the bath. Then we can have breakfast."
"Come on then, we have a big day coming up. Let's get you out of that wet nappy and into the bath. Then we can have breakfast."
I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, telling you to get up and follow me. Knowing that you usually needed to do a wee first thing in the morning I got your potty out from behind the toilet, placed it in the middle of the bathroom floor all ready for you, and then proceeded to have a shave. As I lathered up I kept looking down the hall to see if you were coming, and finally I saw you waddle sleepily out of the bedroom. I couldn't help but think how cute you looked.
Even from where I was standing, I could clearly see that you were still in nappies. They bulged around your bottom and hips, filling out your pyjama bottoms, and all the extra padding of the wet nappy hanging heavily between your legs made it difficult to walk like a big girl. As I listened to the swish swish sound of your plastic baby pants as you walked, I turned my attention back to shaving.
A few moments later I looked up again, expecting you to be in the bathroom, but instead I saw you had stopped in the hallway, a few yards from the doorway. You were standing quite still, with your feet slightly apart, seemingly looking off into space. Then I saw you close your eyes, and a happy contented look spread across your face. Immediately I knew what was happening, as I had seen that look many times before. You were deliberately doing your morning wee in your pants, probably hoping I wouldn't notice!
"Get in here this instant young lady! What do you think you're doing? It's not a joke you know. It's one thing still wearing nappies to bed at your age, but it's quite another to act like a baby when you're wide awake. If you want to wear your big girl knickers today, then you had better start acting like a big girl. Now get in here immediately."
I had almost finished shaving by then, so I just splashed some water on my face, and turned my full attention to you.
"Stand here please. Arms up, so I can take your top off. OK, pyjama pants down. Oh Milly, look at you. That nappy is soaked. How are we going to do this without making a mess?"
I reached in under the elastic waistband of your plastic pants and took out the pins. Almost immediately the pants and wet nappy slid down your legs as one, landing heavily on the bathroom floor. I got you to step out of them, then picked them up carefully and plopped them into the potty.
As you stood there in front of me naked I could see that your bottom and the tops of your thighs were still quite wet, and your skin had a slight rosy glow from the warmth of just having done a wee all over yourself.
"Turn around! Now bend over!" Whack! "That's for being a big baby just now. And if you don't behave for the rest of the day, I am quite prepared to embarrass you and smack your bottom in front of everyone at James' house. I'm packing nappies, baby pants, the child reins and your bottle and dummy. If you act like a baby today, then I'm putting you straight back into nappies, and everyone will know what a big baby you are. Is that understood?"
You gave me your best "little girl cross" look, but I let it pass, leaning over instead to run the bath.
As soon as the bath was full I helped you in, and got a couple of your favourite bath toys and a face washer.
"It's not too hot! Don't be silly. You will get used to it soon enough. We've got a big day today, and I want you to be nice and clean. Now sit down and get wet so I can wash you."
As you played with your toys I soaped up the washer, and washed your face and upper half. I tossed up whether to wash your hair, but decided on doing it in a day or two. Then I got you to stand up so I could wash your lower half, paying special attention to your bottom and between your legs. Little girls who wet their beds need to make sure they have a good wash in the morning, so they will smell all nice and not get a rash.
"There we go - all nice and clean now. We can't have you going out smelling like a little baby can we? Now I'm quite sure you don't deserve this, as you've been far too naughty, but maybe if you promise to be good today then I've got a surprise for you as soon as I get you out and dried. So duck and down and get all the soap off - that's a good girl. Come on - out you hop - big jump. I'll let you use daddy's big towel today - yours is still wet from yesterday - and daddy's has been in the drier!"
I wrapped the big towel around you and started drying you. You giggled when I got to the ticklish bits, so I paid more attention to those spots, pretending that it was an accident. You laughed more and wriggled around, and I decided that maybe I would give you the surprise afterall. After you were all dry I lead you back to the bedroom, and got down a big plastic shopping bag from on top of the wardrobe. I could see you were all excited, jumping up and down and trying to see, totally unaware that you had nothing on. Then I pulled out a new party dress, and a smaller packet.
"Now you must promise to try and be a big girl today if I let you have this. I don't want it getting dirty, as it cost daddy a lot of money. OK - hang on - you can try it on in a minute. First there is something else in this small packet - something that will hopefully make you want to be grown up today. Look what I've got for you - big girl knickers! Come on - let's get them on you and make sure they fit."
I pulled the knickers out of the packet, and got you to step into them. Then I slid them up your legs and snugly over your bottom.
"Perfect fit! That was lucky! Now... if I let you wear these big girl knickers today, I want you to try not to wet them - OK? If you need to do a wee, you come and tell me and I'll take you to the toilet. I know what you're like - you just forget, and end up having an accident - but today I want you to try just a little bit harder."
You agreed to try, so then I let you put on the party dress. You looked so cute, and I loved seeing how excited you were. I had a smile on my face watching you parade in front of the mirror, especially when you lifted up your dress to admire your new knickers.
"Yes I know - you're a big girl now! But don't forget that if you have an accident, or you're naughty while we're out, then it's straight back into nappies! I'm taking your nappies, child reins and your dummy with me, so if there's any naughtiness, it's the end of being a big girl for you!"
You were very good during breakfast, and even on the long drive. We played eye spy and tried to spot how many different coloured cars we could see. I was very impressed too when we stopped for petrol that you told me you needed to do a wee. You giggled when I had to take you into the gents, and wanted a full explanation of how daddies used the funny toilets. Once in the cubicle I had to help you get your knickers down and onto the toilet, but I was still very happy that you had told me. I wondered to myself if you had been wearing a nappy whether you would have just wet yourself as you sat there in the car. Probably. Maybe my little Milly was becoming a big girl afterall.
It was mid to late morning when we arrived, and there were already a few other people there. I could tell you were starting to get a bit shy, but I promised I wouldn't leave you until you were ready. I held your hand tightly as we went up the drive, and as the front door was open we went straight in. The first person we bumped into was Janine Olsen, which made me assume immediately that Elizabeth was there too.
"Hi Janine - how are you? You remember Milly- although you probably don't recognise her in her new dress. Say hello Milly- be a big girl. Oh stop hiding behind me, and for goodness sake get that thumb out of your mouth! I'm sorry Janine, she's a bit shy today. Is Elizabeth here?"
Janine explained that Elizabeth had to go to a lunchtime birthday party for a friend from school, but that she would be along after. Then as we walked through the house to look for James, she talked to me in a slightly hushed voice so you wouldn't hear.
"I notice Milly isn't in her nappies today. Don't tell me you've managed to potty train her."
"Well not exactly. I'm trying her out with some grown up knickers to see if it makes any difference. So far so good, but I've got some disposables here with me just in case. Just between you and I, I think she will probably be in them before we leave. What about Elizabeth?"
"Still wetting her bed every night. I don't think there's much hope there for a while yet. And during the day we keep her in nappies on and off. She wets her pants a lot on the way home from school, so I generally put a nappy on her when she gets home, and then change her before bed. I let her go to the birthday party today without a nappy, but I gave a change of knickers to the girl's mother. I'll probably pop her in a nappy when she gets here."
I wasn't sure how much of the conversation you had heard, but all of a sudden you saw some other kids playing in the back yard and you were off. I stayed with Janine and headed into the kitchen to find James.
I followed Janine into the kitchen to find James, but he was talking on the phone. Janine offered to get a drink for me, and as I was waiting I looked out the kitchen window, which gave a good view of the back yard. I could see all the kids playing near a pile of dirt beside the garden shed, and immediately I regretted putting you in your new dress. Janine must have seen the expression on my face as she handed me a beer, and guessed what I was thinking.
"She's a naughty one that Milly isn't she? I'm sure she's going to get that lovely dress all dirty, playing with the boys. I always keep a few changes of clothes for Elizabeth in the boot of my car, and I'm sure I've got some jeans and a tee shirt, and some trainers that would fit Milly. Would you like them?"
I took Janine up on her offer straight away, and followed her out to the car. She did indeed have a several changes of clothes, and I found a set of jeans, tee shirt and trainers exactly like your own favourite ones. I warned Janine that they may end up slightly damp by the end of the day, but she just laughed, and said it would be fine.
So leaving the clothes in the lounge room, I headed out the back to get you. And not before time. You had already managed to get a grass stain on the back of your new dress! It was no easy task though dragging you away from the game and getting you inside.
"Don't you talk to me like that young lady! If I say I want you to change into other clothes, then that's exactly what will happen! Now get over here immediately. Don't make me have to come and get you"
I did have to go and get you of course, so I gave you a hard slap on your legs in front of your new friends. Everyone went quiet when I did that. As I took you inside by the arm, I noticed you give a naughty grin to the boys, but I let it pass. Once inside I undressed you right in the lounge room, as I figured it wouldn't take long.
"Now please make sure you don't destroy these clothes. They belong to Elizabeth, and while it's OK to get them dirty, PLEASE try not to do a wee in them! You're a big girl now, and I expect you to tell me if you need to go to the toilet. Do you understand? If you feel like you need to go and you think you're about to do it in your knickers, call out and I'll come and help you."
I gave you a pat on your bottom, and you were off again.
"I can see she's happier in a pair of jeans," Janine said as she watched you race out of the house. "Maybe she's a bit of a tomboy. I read somewhere that girls who are like that during the day often love to be daddy's little girl at night, and still need to wear nappies until they're quite old. Elizabeth can be a bit like that sometimes."
I agreed that maybe she was right, but that she was definitely spot on about the jeans. By this time James was off the phone, and a few other people had arrived, so we sat out on the back deck and had grown up conversations. For a while we forgot about you kids playing up the yard.
The day went really well, and I didn't have to concern myself with you. It can be a lot of work looking after a little girl, and it's nice to be able to talk to other grown ups sometimes. Someone else even looked after getting lunch for the kids, which was great. You all had it up the back while playing in the cubby house.
Things went well that is until about 2 o'clock. I was talking with an old friend when a little boy called Ben came racing up to me.
"That girl hit me!" he said in a very cross voice. "She hit me on the head with a stick and it hurts."
"That girl has a name Ben - she's Milly. And I am very sorry she hit you. I'll come with you and sort it out."
I followed Ben up the yard, just in time to see you jumping on top of some little girl! I know everyone was playing rough and tumbles, but that was too much, and I didn't approve.
"Come here this instant Milly! I am very cross with you, and I want you to apologise to the other children. That's very naughty what you did!"
You got up off the ground, and stood there disobediently, giving me one of your bossy pants looks. I sensed we were in for a bit of a battle over this one. Then I noticed that you had your legs crossed, and I knew straight away that you needed to go to the potty.
"OK Milly, the game is over for now. I want you to come inside and go to the toilet, and then you come out here and say sorry to the others. You obviously need to do a wee. What did I tell about that? What do you say?"
"I don't need wee now!" was all I managed to get out of you.
I was getting so cross, and was just about to grab you, when my mobile phone rang. It was an important business associate, and I really had to speak to him. I put him on hold for just a second while I told you to get inside and go to the toilet, and that I would be back to make sure you apologised.
I gave you a angry look, then and went off temporarily to a quieter part of the yard to take the call. It lasted longer than I expected, and just as I hung up, I felt Ben tugging on my trousers.
"That girl, I mean Milly, well... she didn't say sorry to me. And... she's done a wee in her pants!"
That was the last straw! I stormed up the yard to find you playing happily, totally ignoring the fact that you had wet yourself in front of the other kids. Your jeans had a huge wet stain on them, and it was clear to everyone what a big baby you were.
I didn't even bother to talk you. I simply grabbed you by the arm and dragged you up the yard towards the house past the adult guests.
"I'm sorry guys. My girl's been very naughty, and now she's had another accident in her pants. I just can't seem to get her to grow up. I'm just going to change her and clean her up, and I'll be straight back."
"Well who's a big baby then? Who's done a wee in her pants in front of the other children - most of them younger than her? None of the other girls have wet their knickers - you're the only one Milly! You're the only baby around here! And in your big girl knickers too! I hope you feel proud of yourself. And did it feel nice to do it in your knickers instead of the toilet? You probably enjoyed every second of it! I can't tell how cross I am."
"And you remember what I told you don't you? You know what happens to girls who wet their knickers. I'm putting you in nappies for the rest of the day Milly, and I don't care what you say. You can wear your nappy with just the tee shirt, even if the bottom of it is all wet!"
I dragged you kicking and screaming into the lounge room where I had put my bag, and maked you to lie down on the floor. First thing I did was to get your favourite dummy with the hippo's face and pop it firmly in your mouth to keep you quiet. Then I undid the button on your jeans and unzipped the fly.
"Oh Milly. Look at you. You're wet again! What a mess. Your tee shirt is all wet too, but you're still going to wear it. I want all the other kids to see where you did a wee on it. And your new big girl knickers - they're soaked! I'm very disappointed in you."
I took your trainers off and slid the soggy jeans down your legs and wrapped them up in a plastic bag I had brought. Then I pulled off your knickers and put them in with the jeans. Just then Janine came in with a warm wash cloth, and handed it to me.
"I think you might need this Paul. It's best to make sure you clean her up. Is she going into nappies now?"
"You bet she is! I should have had a nappy on her right from the start. It's obviously too early for potty training, even at her age. I think I'll keep her in nappies for a while now."
Janine then left us alone as I washed your bottom and legs with the cloth. Then I got you to lift up for me so I could slide the nappy under your bottom. At this point you started to resist, but I gave you a sharp slap on the leg just to remind you that I had made up my mind.
"It's no good crying Milly. It's way too late for that. I'm putting you back into nappies, and that's final. You've been a naughty girl, and that means naughty girl nappies. I'm sorry, but you should have thought about it before."
I grabbed your ankles and lifted your legs up into the air while I adjusted the position of the nappy, and then pushed your knees wide apart so I could pull it up firmly between your legs. Just then I noticed Ben standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"How come Milly still wears nappies? My little sister is a lot younger than her and she doesn't need nappies any more."
"Well your sister is a good girl isn't she, Ben. Not like Milly here. I'm afraid Milly is still a bit of a baby, and she has to wear nappies."
"Does Milly still wet her bed?"
"Yes she does, but how about you leave us while I get her nappies on. She will be outside to play in a minute."
As soon as Ben left, I taped the nappy firmly at the sides, and stood you up. The hem of the wet tee shirt hung down over the top of the nappy, and you really looked like a big baby. You weren't too happy about going outside to play like that, especially with your dummy still in your mouth, but I dragged you through the kitchen and out the back door.
The second we emerged from the back door, I could feel it getting harder to pull you along. Then I noticed you were holding onto the door handle, and had taken the dummy out of your mouth.
"Please don't make me go outside in my nappies - they'll all laugh at me, and call me a big baby."
"Well that's what you are Milly! You're a big baby girl who wets her pants and has to wear nappies. If you didn't want to wear a nappy, why did you do a wee in your big girl knickers? You knew what would happen."
Just then Janine came over to help, and some of the boys spotted you from up the yard, and were already stating to laugh.
"Paul, you can't take her outside like that, in a nappy and wet tee shirt. I know she's been very naughty, but the boys will tease her something awful. Believe me I know what it's been like for Elizabeth a few times, and..."
She leaned over and whispered the end of the sentence in my ear, not wanting any of the other guests to hear.
"...and when I was younger it was the same for me!"
She had gone bright red, and I decided not to pursue the matter, but made a mental note to bring it up at a later and more appropriate time. In any case, she quickly changed the subject herself.
"Come on. How about the three of us go back inside for a while. And I'll tell you what Milly - Elizabeth will be here any minute, and whether she's wet herself or not, I'll put her in a nappy so you won't feel alone. Would you like that?"
You nodded your head, and wiped the tears from your face with the a dry part of the hem of your tee shirt - not even realising that lifting up your shirt just exposed your nappies fully. Silly girl! I could hear the boys call out as they got a good view of your nappies before we disappeared inside.
Janine got some tissues from a box on the kitchen bench and started to dry your eyes.
"There there, you can stop crying now. The boys can't see you anymore. But you will still have to stay in your nappies. I saw what happened, and it was very naughty of you. I'm sure you knew full well that you needed the potty, but you decided to do it in your big girl knickers instead. Didn't you? And that's not what a big girl does it is? No! She should ask daddy to take her to the toilet. Until you can learn to do that then you'll just have to get used to wearing nappies. Paul knows what's best for his little girl, and if he says it's nappy time, then I fully agree with him."
As we were heading out of the kitchen towards the playroom, the front door bell rang. It was open, and through the security door I could see a little girl standing next to a woman of about Janine's age. And she had something in her hand. Janine immediately went to greet them, as it was obviously Elizabeth with her friend's mother.
"Thanks so much for bringing her back. I really appreciate it. Would you like to come in."
"No, I must run, but thanks anyway. Look I'm afraid Elizabeth had a little accident at the party, so I've put her wet knickers in this plastic bag. She's got the dry ones on now. Her dress is a little damp to, but not too much."
Janine thanked the woman and took Elizabeth by the hand, pulling her inside the entrance hall. You stayed firmly behind me, holding onto my legs.
"Look Paul, it seems like we have another naughty baby girl here, who doesn't know how to ask to go to the toilet. How come we didn't have boys instead? Looks like you and I will be buying nappies in pink packaging for quite a while yet."
I laughed, and at the same time pulled you out from behind me so Elizabeth could see she wasn't the only baby there. You resisted of course, but I was too strong for you.
"Come on Milly. Let Elizabeth see she's not the only naughty girl around here who needs nappies. Janine and I have got a surprise for you two girls. Since you're both such babies, we thought we would treat you like babies for the rest of the day, and we can start by finding you some toys to play with in the playroom. I know James has a lot of the things we need stored in his garage, like baby bottles, bibs, a potty, and lots of toys. Who knows what we might find in there!"
The look of horror on both your faces was priceless, and immediately the tears started to flow. I looked at Janine, and she had a big smile on her face, so I knew she was in agreement. It was definitely baby time for naughty girls!
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