Page 13 of Amelia's Daddy

“You can wear whatever you want until we get to the ferry. I’ll change you before we board.”

He’ll change me… When I play with Daddies at the club—including him—we do prearranged scenes that often involve exposing my bottom for a spanking. I’m not overly modest, but Noah hasn’t seen me entirely naked yet. He will today. I’m sure of it.

“Let’s get on the road. It will take about three hours to get to the ferry. I’d like to be on the mid-morning ferry over to the island. Did you eat or drink anything this morning, Baby girl?”

I shake my head. He told me not to. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl. It will be easier on your system if you take a bottle while we’re in the car. Most of the time I will feed you myself, but I’m going to let you hold the bottle while I drive.”

“Okay.” I’m still worried about the formula. I haven’t tried it yet. What if I don’t like it? Noah offered to send me some so I could start drinking it for the past few days, but I opted to go cold turkey this morning.

“Do you need to go potty before we leave, Amelia?”

“I just went.”

“Okay.” He pulls me close in his arms again. “There will be no more bathrooms for you. That’s the last time you’ll enter one without supervision. Do you think you can make it to the ferry without going pee pee, or would you like to wear a diaper in the car?”

“I can make it,” I murmur.

“If you change your mind, I’ll pull over and diaper you before we get there.”

My cheeks heat. He’s seen my bottom before more times than I can count. He’s spanked me at the club on many occasions. He has not flipped me over and stared at my pussy. Nor has he touched me sexually. Will he do that soon?

I’m glad he’s said he wants to have sex. I’ve been concerned that maybe for him this is a non-sexual age-play arrangement. For me, it’s very sexual. I’ve thought about him for a long time, but this past week, I’ve done so frequently. I’ve also touched myself in bed, pretending it was him. I would have been disappointed if he’d said he didn’t think of me that same way.

I take a deep breath and glance around my apartment one last time while Noah picks up my suitcases. I might never see it again. In a perfect world, I’ll never be back here. Am I being overly optimistic? I’m not sure.

When we get to Noah’s SUV, he puts my suitcases in the back and then opens the passenger door behind the driver’s seat. I’msurprised. I’m even more stunned when he steps back to help me into the car. There’s an adult car seat in the middle of the row.

“Climb into the car seat, Baby girl. I’ll fasten you.”

I’m breathing heavily as I do as I’m told. This is happening.

Noah sets a knee on the seat next to me and reaches over to pull my arms through a five-point harness system. I suddenly regret choosing to wear a dress and panties. It’s one of the Little outfits I often wear to the Dungeon. It’s cute and playful, but it’s also something any young adult female might wear. It wouldn’t cause anyone to do a doubletake or realize I’m Little.

I’m not wearing a bra because I rarely do in my Little headspace anyway, but now I’m not sure it was the wisest idea.

“Spread your knees for me, Baby girl,” Noah says.

I grab the sides of the car seat with both hands, white-knuckling it as I watch him pull a strap up between my naked thighs. I hold my breath because if I don’t, he’ll hear me panting. How is this so sexual?

I flinch at the sound of each piece as Noah snaps it into place over my tummy. My dress is pushed up, exposing my pink panties. I wonder if he can see they are wet.

Sometimes when Daddies spank me at the club I get aroused. I often have when the Daddy doing the spanking was Noah. I’ve also gotten aroused every time I’ve been alone in my bed thinking about him touching me, especially this past week. But this… My goodness. This is the horniest I’ve ever been with him, and all he’s doing is fastening me into the seat.

Everything gets ten times worse when he grabs the sides and cinches the straps tighter around me. The nylon straps are about three inches wide, and the lengths extending over my shoulders are now pressing firmly against my nipples. The piece between my legs is tight against my pussy.

I gasp as he gives one more tug, and then I can’t hold my breath any longer. I’m truly panting.

Noah tucks a finger between the nylon over my pussy and my panties, presumably to check that it’s tight enough. He glances at me, a partial grin on his face. “Your panties are wet, Baby girl. Did you already have an accident?”

My face heats two thousand degrees, and I shake my head.

I get no relief when he removes his finger from my crotch because the next thing he does is reach with both hands to ease his fingers up under the straps at my chest.

I whimper when he strokes over my nipples. I can’t keep from arching my chest forward into his touch.

“I think you’re secure,” he states. He reaches down to the floor, lifts up the bag I didn’t notice before, and sets it on the seat next to me. When he unzips it, I realize it’s a diaper bag. My tummy tightens again. He pulls out a bottle, shakes it up, and hands it to me. “I want you to finish all of this right away, understood?”