Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I gasp. They’re bigger than they looked in the bottle.
He rummages in the box again and produces a tube of lubricant. Palming the suppositories, he opens one side of my diaper at my hip and pulls it back.
I clench my butt cheeks together. “Don’t wanna, Daddy,” I repeat.
He squeezes some lube on his finger before parting my cheeks and exposing my tight rear hole. “Deep breath, Little one.”
I can’t breathe. No way. I squirm instead.
“I need you to be a brave girl for me, Petra. I promise it won’t hurt. The medicine will help your bowels relax. Afterward you’ll feel so much better.”
“Can’t I just drink some prune juice or something?”
“Nope. This is faster. I don’t like my Little girl’s tummy hurting. Close your eyes and think of something pleasant, like the beach. The beaches are so pretty on the island. You’re going to love them.”
While he talks, he holds my cheeks open and touches my rosebud with the lubed finger. After rubbing it gently, he eases his finger into me. “See? Doesn’t hurt, does it?”
I hold my breath. I don’t care if it hurts. I care that it’s embarrassing.
“He strokes his finger in and out several times before removing it. A moment later, I feel the first large intrusion at my entrance. He pushes it in as deep as he can and then adds the second.
Is he done? I want him to take his finger out, but he doesn’t. He holds it there, stroking the inside of my rectum gently. “I want it to dissolve, Little bunny, so you can’t push it out. It won’t do any good if you expel it before it does its job.”
When he finally removes his hand and refastens my diaper, I blow out a long breath.
“Be right back.” He rises, and I watch him head for the bathroom. The water runs. He’s washing his hands, of course.
And then he’s back.
I’m whimpering.
He brushes long strands of messy hair from my face.
“I’m a mess,” I murmur.
“You’ll be fine. In a few minutes, you’ll empty your bowels, and then Daddy will clean you up, give you a bath, and help you get dressed. You’ll feel so much better.”
I clench my cheeks again and squirm as my tummy rumbles. My lip quivers. “I don’t want to do this. Can I use the potty?”
“I’d rather you use the diaper. Once we get to the island, you’ll have no choice but to use a diaper at all times. It will help if you go ahead and do it now. Once I’ve changed you the first time, it will get easier.”
I turn my face into the pillow. This is by far the worst part of being Little and playing at this younger age. I can handle the bottles and wetting myself. I can handle pacifiers. Messing my diaper is humiliating. Having someone else clean it up is even worse.
Daddy rubs my back, whispering soothing words to me.
I’m sweating from trying not to go number two, and he finally rolls me to my back and pulls the covers away. He sets a hand on my tummy. “Don’t fight it, Little bunny. Let it go.”
I’m shaking. I can’t stop myself from emptying my bowels. I jerk my head to the other side as everything eases out of me.
“That’s my good girl. Doesn’t that feel better?”
I bite into my lip and ignore his question. I might feel physically better, but emotionally I’d like to fall into a crack.
Daddy rises before gently turning my body so that my bottom is near the edge of the bed. He lifts my ankles up high so my butt rises and slides something under me. A towel I guess.
I squeeze my eyes tighter and cover my ears with both hands, holding my breath again so I can disassociate while he removes the diaper. He’s quick about it, but it’s still humiliating.
Plus, he’s never seen me naked, so I hate this is how he sees me for the first time. When he’s done wiping my skin over and over, he releases me.
I pull my knees together tight. I’m aroused from him touching me so intimately. My face is hot.
“Let’s get you in the tub, Little bunny.” He slides his hands under me and picks me up off the bed, setting me on my feet. At least my nightgown falls down to cover my nudity.
The reprieve is short-lived though because as soon as he ushers me into the bathroom, plugs the tub, and turns on the water, he pulls my nightgown over my head.
I shudder. Of course he’s going to see me naked. Often I suspect. In fact, he’s seen my breasts before. He saw them briefly the night of my mugging when he took care of my boo-boos and changed my clothes for me.
When I draw my arms up to cover my small breasts, he gently moves my wrists to my sides. “Don’t cover yourself, Little bunny. You’re so very pretty. I’m going to be taking care of you for the foreseeable future. I’ll see you naked a lot.” He lifts my hands to his lips and kisses my fingers. “Besides, remember my rule.” A brow rises.