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My New Life With Daddy
The oak tree waved at me through the window as the wind pushed it. It was gusty and strong and a mild rain was tapping on the rooftop. I looked around the room trying to figure out where I was and why I was here... As the sleep lifted from my brain I remembered that I was in my nursery and must have fallen asleep. I didn't know if Brian was home yet, but I sure hoped he was. My diaper was wet, and I couldn't get out of my crib. My crib was made so that though I could lower the side from the outside, I couldn't lower it from inside. Once inside it was up to Brian to decide if I would be coming out or not.
"Daddy" I called out hoping he'd hear me through the babymonitor. As I waited I looked at all the stuff we'd bought over the last few weeks. Brian and I met over the Internet on a ageplay site and had decided to meet but that was 2 years ago. Recently we decided we wanted to be able to play anytime we wanted and not have to go home at some point, so Brian decided to make up one of his 20 rooms into a nursery for me, and asked me to move in with him. There was teddy bear wallpaper all over the room and my crib and changing table had teddy bears stencilled all over the trim. My dresser was a beautiful lavender colour, Brian had it painted my favourite colour, and all my clothes were in it. All of them except my dresses. Brian had bought me the most beautiful baby girl dresses from a site he found on-line.
The hardest part about moving in was learning to accept that now that he could be Daddy full time, that I actually had to obey him, and not pretend to until he went home like I had done in the past. Now, he makes sure I eat properly, and bathe every night, he also keeps an eye on my health. He doesn't have to work, with all the money his family left him, but he still works as a local Family Physician in town.
Brian is 38, 6'9", 220 lbs. of pure muscle and very caring and understanding. When I'm being the big me I'm my birth age of 22, but when I'm feeling little like I am today, after having such a bad day at work, I'm my ageplay age... only 11 months. Some days I play a little older, but not often. But the best thing is, Brian loves me no matter what age I am. No matter what age I am, I'm always 5'5" 128 lbs. and I try to be as good as I can... it's not easy though.
I don't have to work either, but I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't help out a little with the bills, so I work as a social worker for abused kids. I spent years being abused myself, so now I help others in the same kind of situation.
Brian walks in as I'm thinking about our life together and how wonderful it is. "Does Daddy's little one need her diaper changed?" He asks as he lowers the side of the crib and picks me up.
I hug him tightly loving his gentle hands as he holds me close, being careful not to let me fall. He gently lays me on the changing table and puts the table belt on me so I don't fall off. (I think it's sweet how he treats me as little as I feel) Then he picks out one of my favourite dresses with Care Bears all over it and a clean diaper and moves back to the table. He unlocks the table belt and sits me up so he can remove my work clothes. Being Friday I wore a white blouse and a denim skirt. He gently removes my blouse and my bra. Tickling me gently before my raised arms can hurry back down. Then he helps me to lay back down and softly undoes the button on my skirt. He removes the skirt and then checks to see if my diaper is wet or not (I wear a diaper all the time, I do it just for fun, but the people who know about it at work think it's because I have a bladder problem and have to wear it.) My diaper is drenched from such a long day of being used. So Daddy untapes the diaper and removes it from under me.
"Did you have a hard day at work?" Daddy asks as he spreads my legs apart to clean me up with a warm baby wipe.
My chin starts to quiver as I nod softly. I start to rub my eyes trying to keep the tears back. He finishes cleaning me and slips a clean cloth diaper under me. He gently pins the sides together and slips my plastic panties up my legs and over my now padded bottom, checking to make sure the panties completely cover my diaper and that I won't leak. He sits me up, quietly as he watches me, waiting to see if I'm ready to talk about it. He picks up my Care Bear dress and gently slips it over my head. I slip my arms through the long sleeves and then move to continue rubbing my eyes. He picks me up, and carries me to the rocking chair. He sits me with my back to his chest and starts putting my white tights on. The tights slip up over my diapers and have frilly lace on the seat.
"Sweetie, you know you might feel better if you tell me what happened." Daddy whispers in my ear before turning me around in his lap so that I'm leaning against his chest. A tear slips down my cheek. I look up at him.
"The case I was working on, you remember, the one where the babysitter reported it to us." I look at Daddy as I talk, and he nods as he remembers the case. "Well the baby didn't make it... we'll be able to press charges now, but I had hoped the baby would make it" I hide my face in his chest, crying softly. He gently rubs my back rocking me softly in his arms. When I look up at his face, I notice tears are falling down his cheeks too. We both spend time mourning the loss of an innocent child. But after a while Daddy's wristwatch alarm goes off. He's set it so that we can eat at a normal time every night.
"Sweetie I know it's hard, but we need to get dinner, then maybe we can find out where they will have the funeral so we can visit. We'll take the baby some flowers" He looks at me, knowing I'm probably not very hungry. We head off to the kitchen and prepare a small dinner, something to nourish us, but won't make us too full.
Later that night, Brian whispers in my ear as we watch the 8 o'clock news. "Sweetie it's almost time for you to go to bed, do you want to sleep in your crib or do you want to sleep with Daddy tonight?" (Most nights I sleep in my crib if I'm feeling little, but when Daddy offers his bed on these occasions it's in a gesture of comfort for me) I look at Daddy, knowing I'm still upset, but also thinking that I want to be a big girl for Daddy. "I wanna sweep in my cwib." I say in my baby voice.
Daddy smiles knowing I'm trying to be a big girl. "Well if you need me tonight, you know how to get me." He says as he tickles me softly, getting me to giggle. He carries me up to the nursery bathroom and helps me undress. He turns the water on and pulls out a clean nightgown from the dresser in the bathroom. (He had one built for the bathroom so my nightwear could be kept there.) He lays the skyblue nightgown on the counter then helps me into the tub. He gently washes me then puts some toys into the tub. He lets me play as he sits on the low stool next to the tub. After about 20 minutes of playtime, he picks up the hair-washing pitcher and fills it with water. I tip my head back as he slowly pours the water over my head, he uses a hand to make sure the water doesn't run into my eyes. Daddy picks up the baby shampoo and gently starts to wash my hair. I relax as he massages the shampoo into my hair. Then he takes the pitcher again, and starts to rinse my hair. He's ever so careful not to let the water or soap get into my eyes, then when my hair is soap free he lifts the stopper out of the tub to let it drain. He lifts me out of the tub (he won't let me stand in it, even to get out) and starts to dry me off, careful not to miss a spot. Daddy then slips my nightgown over my head before brushing and blowdrying my hair.
He takes my hand and leads me out to the changing table and again lifts me up and buckles me in. He gets two diapers ready for the night, he always doubles the diaper at night so I don't have to worry about leaking. After powdering me and pinning the diapers together he takes a clean pair of plastic panties out and slips them on me. Then he unbuckles me and sets me down to play with my nursery toys while he goes downstairs to get my bottle ready.
I play for a while, but I get restless... I'm not supposed to leave the nursery unattended when I'm being little, but I stand up and toddle out the door of the room. I wander down the hall to the computer room and turn the computer on. When I'm little me I have to wait for Daddy before I can go on-line, but tonight I decided, to check my e-mails anyway.
I'm playing on-line, chatting with a friend, when suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly, turn and look up at Daddy. I see a sad, disappointed look on his face. He always gets disappointed when I do something I know I'm not supposed to do. I turn back around and turn the computer off. Then I look back up at him.
"Sweetie, did you ask to go on the computer?" He asks me.
"No Daddy" I whisper.
"Are you allowed to go on the computer without my permission?" He questions me.
"No Daddy" My lip starts to tremble. I know I'm in trouble, and now I feel bad about disappointing him.
"What did we decide would happen if I ever caught you on-line without permission again?" He takes my hand as he asks me this. I shrug. He leads me to the nursery and the corner. "You know how this goes Deanna." He raises my nightgown for me to hold and he lowers my plastic panties and then has me step out of them completely. Then he undoes one side of my diapers, and again has me step out of them. Then he turns me to face the corner and moves to set the egg timer. "You have 15 minutes corner time, then you are to come and stand at my right side." I wait in the corner, my nightgown still held up to my waist, and I start thinking about what I did, and why... but my mind keeps drifting back to how long 15 minutes seems when your in the corner.
When the buzzer goes off I turn around and walk to Daddy's side. My head hanging because I'm too disappointed in myself to look at him. He raises my face with a finger under my chin and I look at him. Tears slip down my cheeks. "You know I hate having to punish you, especially when you've had a bad day. But we both agreed when you first came to live with me, that when you brake the rules, no matter what the day's been like, that I should punish you so you don't think you can get away with things" He looks at me, "Do you still agree to this?" I look into his eyes and see the Disappointment that I caused by not being good. I nod "Yes Daddy, I still agree"
With that he lifts me up over his lap and lays my across his knees. I tense as I wait for the first spank, but he waits, rubbing my back and my bottom until I relax again. Then he raises his hand and starts to spank my bottom quickly and firmly. He spreads his spanks out all over my bottom, but makes sure to spend a good time spanking my sit spot, where my legs and bottom connect. At first I try very hard not to cry or plead, but he keeps spanking until I give in and do both. Soon I've stopped struggling and pleading. I'm so tired from the struggle that I just lay there taking my spanking, crying hard. As soon as he sees this difference in me he stops. "Two more each side then your done" he says quietly to me. He places the last four spanks on the sit spots then he rubs my back and gently my bottom, easing some of the sting from it. When I've relaxed a bit, and my crying has calmed, he turns me over and gently sits me on his lap, making sure my bottom is between his legs so I'm not in pain from sitting on it.
"Thank you Daddy for loving me enough to punish me" I whimper. Knowing it had been hard for him to spank me. Knowing he only did it out of love, I find myself loving him even more. He slips me back into my diapers and plastic panties, and I grimis from the sting of it rubbing my bottom. He hugs me and carries me to the rocking chair. He pulls my bottle out of no where and rocks me as I suckle from the bottle. I slowly fall asleep as I drink from the bottle. Once he's sure I'm asleep he moves me to my crib and tucks me in, then he raises the side, and slips out the door, checking as he leaves that my Care Bear nightlight is on and the door is open part way encase I need him.
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