Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Daddy puts the crop away and bends down to help me into a swim diaper. My hands are still behind my neck because he hasn’t given me permission to lower them.
Finally, he kisses me and pats my bottom. “You can go with Lacey to the splash pad. Stay where we can see you at all times unless you want to know what a real titty spanking feels like.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lower my arms and turn to find Lacey waiting for me. She’s ringing her hands together, and her cheeks are bright red.
We walk toward the splash pad, and it’s not until we’re out of hearing range that Lacey whispers, “That was smoking hot. Does he do that often?”
A smile spreads on my face as I glance at her. “Not often enough.”
She giggles.
“Does your Daddy spank you like that?”
She shakes her head as we reach the water pad. “No. He doesn’t discipline me with any sort of impact play because my father physically abused me. It’s triggering. But it’s still hot to watch someone else get spanked, especially somewhere so erogenous.” That makes sense.
I lean in to tell her. “He’ll spank my pussy in front of everyone if I don’t wet my diaper.”
She gasps. “Really?”
I nod.
“Do you like that?”
“So very much.” I giggle. “How does your Daddy punish you?”
“He has a positive reinforcement sticker chart. I get four stickers at the end of every day, but if I misbehave, he takes one away. I hate it when there are holes in my chart because I was naughty, so I’m not very often.”
“Oh… That would be tough. I wouldn’t want to lose any stickers either.” These Daddies are certainly creative.
Lacey takes my hand. “Does it still hurt?”
I nod. “It stings. He did it pretty hard. He knows it makes me horny, and he likes to keep me that way.”
She giggles, covering her mouth with her other hand. “I bet the cool water will feel good. Let’s go in.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lacey and I have the most fun ever. I don’t even care that we don’t go on any of the big rides all morning. If I’m lucky, I’ll be living here for the rest of my life, so I’ll have plenty of time to come to the water park and all the other Littleworld parks. I’ll know every ride by heart eventually.
When our Daddies call us to come to the chairs, Noah pulls me between his legs without hesitation and palms my pussy. “Do you need to go pee pee, Amelia?” he asks loud enough for everyone around to hear.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Would you like to do so in a dry diaper, Baby girl?”
I nod. “Please.” I glance at Lacey. Her Daddy is putting her in a regular diaper, too. She’s spread out on the chair, legs wide, holding a bottle in her mouth.
Daddy peels off my wet swim diaper, hands me a bottle like Lacey, and lowers me to the chair to put a fresh dry diaper on me. He leans over to kiss my tummy before palming the front of my diaper. “I want this full by the time you finish your bottle.”
I nod and continue sucking. I’m hungry from playing so hard, and I like that he sits behind me, leans back in the chair, pulls me into his arms, and takes over holding the bottle for me.
While I suck, I look around. Most of the Littles have been called out of the water to eat. It’s that time of day.
I close my eyes, relax my body in Daddy’s arms, and pretend I’m at home in my playpen. It helps me let my bladder release, and I’m relieved in more ways than one when I’m done peeing. I’m not emotionally prepared to have my pussy spanked hard enough to make me cry in public.
“Good girl.” Daddy kisses my neck. “I have a special treat for you, too.”
When I finish the bottle and hand it to him, he reaches into the diaper bag and holds up a lollipop. It’s huge and heart-shaped. Red and white swirls.
“You told me once that cherry-vanilla was your favorite flavor, so that’s what I got you.”
I grin, so pleased that he remembers that fact. I haven’t had a single taste in my mouth other than formula for three days. This is a real treat. I’m practically bouncing on the seat between Daddy’s legs as he opens it and hands it to me.
I look over to see Lacey also licking a lollipop. Hers is yellow.
“Mmm,” I hum between licks. “It’s so good, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you like it, Little one.” He holds me close and strokes my arms while I lick. I think he likes watching my tongue dart out over and over. I wonder if he’ll let me lick him one day soon. I hope so.
After we finish our lollipops, the Daddies make us lie down on the lawn chairs and take a nap. Daddy spreads a towel out for me, lowers me onto my back, and pops my pacifier in my mouth. I’m out in seconds.