Page 14 of Grace's Daddy

What would it be like to have someone else diaper me? Maybe tomorrow I will find out. That part doesn’t scare me as much as actually wetting myself in front of him or letting him change me. That’s another level of intimacy I’m not sure I’mready for. But I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. If I come to it.

I pop my pacifier in my mouth, find my favorite tiger stuffie—Archie—and slip under the covers. My mind won’t shut down, and I find myself reaching up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I’m hornier than ever, and I hate that he commanded me not to use my vibrators. He didn’t say I couldn’t come, though… Who am I kidding? Yes, he did. It was implied. He said he wanted my next orgasm to be his. How hot is that?

The thought of him touching my pussy…

I slide my fingers up to my lips, remembering his kiss. My first kiss. It was perfect. And then the way he cupped my breast and thumbed my nipple…

My thoughts are all over the place. I’m restless. I want to yank open that drawer and grab one of my vibrators. The pink one that rotates up inside me while the rabbit ears vibrate against my clit.

I may be a virgin, but only from the standpoint of not having ever had sex with an actual human. I’ve closed my eyes and visualized having sex with men lots of times. I’m a grown woman. I may be introverted to the point of barely leaving my home, but I’m smart and resourceful. I’ve watched videos and read books. I know how to take care of my needs.

Until tonight, I never imagined I would meet a man and enter into a relationship. Let alone a Daddy. I’m too awkward. Plus I’m Little. I’ve never considered going to bars or any other places where I might meet someone. Preposterous.

But Eli lives across the hall from me. What if I hadn’t dropped a piece of mail on the floor and it hadn’t miraculously slid under his door? What if he hadn’t been home? What if he hadn’t noticed it for hours or days?

Funny how I stood there in the hallway, praying he wouldn’t see it and open his door. I was mortified when he popped out of his apartment. Tongue-tied. Scared out of my mind. Awkward as fuck. I even ran into my apartment and crawled into the back of my closet.

I groan as I recall the details. My horror had switched to something entirely different as soon as he got down on his hands and knees to join me.

Now I’m grinning.

I’m also horny.

I roll toward the drawer and stare at it. I could masturbate. Would he really know? Ugh. Of course he would. He will ask me, and he’s right, I’m a shitty liar.

But…so what? What would happen next? I clench my butt cheeks together as I ponder the possibility that he might spank me for touching myself. The Daddies in books and videos almost always pull the Little girls’ panties down before spanking them.

Maybe it would be worth it. I’m salivating at the thought of being spanked for real. Not just in my head. I have no idea what it will feel like, but I want to know.

On the other hand, what if he uses a different form of punishment for touching myself? Like writing lines or timeout. What if he decides I’m too naughty to have as a Little?

Ugh. I roll onto my back, fist my hands, and punch the mattress at my sides. I’m not the sort of Little who disobeys her Daddy. Even though this has never been put to the test in a real-world scenario, I’ve always known it in my head.

So, I take deep breaths and fight the urge to touch myself. Eventually I manage to fall asleep.

Chapter Six

I’m nervous and excited at the same time as I wait for Eli to show up. Though I worked today, I also spent a lot of time cleaning my apartment. It’s tidier than it’s ever been. He’s already seen that I’m a bit of a slob, but today I want to impress him.

It’s not hard for me to shift into Little space after work. It’s what I do every day. I change into one of my favorite dresses. It’s not one I ordered from a special site for Little apparel. It’s one I got from a regular store. It’s the sort of thing women my age would wear out with friends. It’s pale blue, tight across the top, and hangs loose down to my thighs.

The dress is barely long enough to cover my bottom. That’s how women wear them. The only difference is that I’m not wearing a bra. I never do when I’m in Little space. Ordinarily I don’t think of myself as sexy when I practice age play. I just change into whatever makes me feel more authentic and spend the evening watching movies, eating horrible foods, and coloring.

Tonight is new. Tonight my nipples are hard. They have been ever since I changed. My panties are damp, too, because I can’t stop thinking about Eli seeing me in this dress.

In any other universe, the thought of opening the door to find him standing in the hallway and seeing me like this would mortify me to unimaginable levels. But Eli made it clear he wanted me to be myself. I’m as authentically me as I can be tonight.

By five-thirty I have colored a picture for him. By six, I’m pacing my apartment, moving pillows around, trying to control my nerves. By six-fifteen, I think I’m surely out of my head. There’s no way the sexy man from across the hall is actually going to come to my apartment tonight. Either he was never here to begin with and I made the entire thing up in my head, or he’s probably spent the day second-guessing himself. What could he possibly see in me?

At six-twenty, I wander into my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Are the pigtails too much? What about the bows that match the dress? Lord…my nipples. They’re so obvious. Should I put on a bra? Change my entire outfit?

I nearly jump out of my skin when a knock sounds at my door. It’s too late to do anything except answer it. Though I suppose there still exists the option of ignoring him and pretending I’m not home to spare myself the possible humiliation of being turned down.

I’m not a coward. I take a deep breath and hurry over to the door. When I look through the peephole, my breath hitches. He’s here. He’s really here. And he looks amazing.

He’s wearing jeans like he was last night. This is not what he wears to work. I know because I’ve sort of stalked him through this peephole many times. He wears pants and a shirt and tie to work. Now that I know what he does, it makes sense. I bet he also wears a lab coat, and the thought of seeing him in a lab coat makes me squeeze my legs together.