Page 15 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Thirteen

It seems like forever before Daddy finally sets a hand on the back of my head. “Good girl. Your timeout is over.” He strokes both hands down my biceps and gently tugs my wrists apart.

My breath hitches as he helps me ease from the wall so I’m standing normally on my own accord. I turn toward him and wrap my arms around his middle, leaning into him. “I won’t run in the house again, Daddy,” I tell him.

He rubs my back. “Sometimes you will, Little one.”

I tip my head back and scrunch my nose. “I didn’t like that kind of spanking.”

He smiles. “I’m sure you didn’t. That’s what makes it effective. But Little girls make mistakes. It’s part of life.” He takes my hand and guides me to the changing table.

I bite my lip as he lifts me up and lowers me onto my back. We haven’t used this piece of furniture yet, and I’m not sure how I feel about it, but my anxiety increases when he secures me to the table with a strap over my waist.

My anxiety and my arousal.

He hands me Brownie next. “Hold this little fella while I diaper you, Baby girl.”

I squeeze the stuffie between my breasts, trying to focus on the ceiling. My heart rate increases when his palms come to my thighs from the end of the table. “Knees wide, Little one,” he demands in a deep, commanding voice.

I can’t keep from moaning as I part them. There’s something incredibly arousing about being strapped down and exposed on this table. He’s seen my body many times by now, but every time he spreads me open and stares at my pussy, I find myself panting.

Daddy sets his hands on my inner thighs and guides them even wider. He thumbs my sensitive skin. “My Little girl really likes it when I touch her like this.”

I moan and squeeze the terrier tighter.

He makes no move to put a diaper on me. Instead he just stands there, stroking my inner thighs while I get more and more aroused by the second.

Daddy waits until I’m panting before he finally reaches for a diaper and slides it under me.

He takes his time applying diaper cream, making me squirm and writhe before he finally closes the diaper around my hips.

“Good girl.” He kisses my tummy and reaches around to unbuckle me. “I need to talk to you about something, Sophia,” he says as he helps me sit upright. His expression is unusually serious. His brow has the furrow I’m used to, but he’s not smiling.

I panic as my arousal vanishes. Is he tired of me? Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me for running in the house? My bottom lip starts trembling, and tears well up in my eyes.

I know I’m overly sensitive after the spanking and timeout.

Daddy’s eyes widen. “Oh, sweet girl. It’s not a bad thing. Don’t panic.” He lifts me into his arms. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I do as I’m told, gripping his shoulders at the same time.

He carries me across the room and sits in the giant rocking chair so that I’m straddling his lap. His hands come to my lower back, anchoring me. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. No reason to panic.”

I try to draw in oxygen, but it sounds ragged.

“I’m just going to say this quickly so you’ll stop panicking. My scheduled two weeks on the island were supposed to be in three months, but the dentist who was scheduled to start next week has gotten ill and suddenly had to cancel. He called me and asked if there was any way I could switch.”

I stop breathing. I’m relieved he hasn’t suddenly declared he wants to break things off with me. Even though we’ve been together for a week, and he’s the bestest Daddy ever, I still worry this can’t be sustainable. Surely he will change his mind about me.

A new panic wells up inside me. My bottom lip trembles as I mutter, “How long will you be gone?” I’ll miss him terribly.

“Two weeks, but, Baby girl, I won’t go without you.”

My breath hitches. I blink.

His palms slide up my back. He gets that serious smiling look.

“Sophia, I know being in a relationship of any sort is new to you, and you’re still adjusting, but I mean it in my soul every time I remind you that you’re mine.

We will never sleep apart, Little one. It’s out of the question.

I haven’t answered my coworker yet. I told him I needed to speak with you first. If Littleworld doesn’t appeal to you, or you don’t think you’re ready to go there yet, or you don’t think you can possibly get off work, I will tell him to find someone else to take his place. ”

I gasp. My jaw drops.

He kisses my nose and smiles. “I would never make a unilateral decision like this without talking to you first, Sophia.”

“Littleworld?” My word sounds squeaky.

He nods. “It’s short notice, and it’s early in our relationship. Do not feel obligated to say yes to please me. You please me simply by existing. I need you to be honest.”

I might have balked a few weeks ago before I found out my Little was a bigger part of me than I’ve ever accepted. I probably would have panicked at the idea of spending time in a deeper regressed state, but I’ve changed in the last week. I’ve also spent a lot of time diapered and Babied.

Littleworld…

I smile at him. “Can we go to the parks, or will you have to work too much?”

He returns my smile. “We’ll find plenty of time to visit the parks, Little one. Are you saying you’d be willing to go?”

“I’ll go on one condition,” I tell him as a negotiating point comes to mind.

He lifts his brows high while maintaining the bossy smile. “What’s your condition, Little one?”

“Have sex with me. You keep saying I’m yours. Make me yours.”

His brows lower, but he maintains the serious-smiling look. “Are you ready for that step, Baby girl?”

I nod, sitting up taller and fingering the collar on his shirt. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Should we spend the afternoon in bed, then?” he asks, his eyes twinkling.

I grin broadly and nod. My pussy is still swollen and needy from my punishment. I clench my knees against his thighs. Will he let me off the hook for the spanking so soon?

He cups my bottom and tugs me closer so that my diapered pussy is crushed against his obviously hard cock.

My breath hitches as I grind wantonly against him. I tip my head back and close my eyes, desperately needing more of him. My arousal shoots from the ten it had been when he held me open on the table to a twenty. “Please, Daddy.”