Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
When we get to Daddy’s house, I’m excited. It’s so cute. All the homes on this street are distinct and charming. I feel like I’ve stepped onto a movie set. The yards are well-manicured. The trees are swaying in the breeze. I notice that the temperature is perfect, and Daddy told me it’s like this year-round. It’s heaven.
He lets me in the front door, and I’m taken aback by the interior. It’s like a quaint cabin in the woods. It’s the sort of place one would rent for a weekend. I can’t believe Daddy lives here all the time when he’s not on the mainland.
Besides the inviting, warm colors of the adult furnishings, there’s a playpen on one side of the living room filled with colorful toys and books. I wander closer to it and look over the side.
Daddy swoops me off my feet from behind, cradles me in his arms, and tickles me. “You can explore later, Baby girl. You need to eat and take a nap first.”
I’m more content than I’ve ever been as he grabs a bottle from the fridge, heats it, and settles in a giant recliner to feed me. I like it better when he feeds me than when I feed myself. I had to take my own bottle the first time this morning in the car, but he held the second one with me on his lap on the ferry.
I hold his gaze and snuggle in close to him, loving the intimacy. I don’t even balk at finishing the entire bottle, though I’m sad when it’s gone because that means he’s going to put me down for a nap.
I’m tired from everything I’ve experienced today on top of the fact that I didn’t sleep well last night, but I perk up when we enter the nursery.
Daddy told me there would be a nursery, but I wasn’t fully prepared for how accurate that description is. The room has everything a real nursery would have, but it’s all sized for an adult.
Daddy lowers me onto the mattress in the crib and pulls my shirt over my head. “I bet you’ll rest better without your shirt on.” He helps me lie down and drapes a soft white blanket over me. “Do you want a stuffed animal to join you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, please, Daddy. I have some of my favorites in my suitcase.” I saw my luggage sitting just inside the front door when we entered. It must have been delivered while we were still in town.
“Let me go grab them.” He raises the side of the crib as though I might fall out while he’s gone. When he returns, he has my suitcases, and he opens one of them on the floor of the nursery. “Jackpot. Let’s see… This bear?” He holds up my oldest most favorite teddy bear.
I grin. “Yes, Daddy. That one.”
“What’s his name?” Daddy asks as he tucks him under the covers with me.
“Jack.”
“Jack. Got it.” Daddy pats my tummy. “Oh, one more thing.” He turns toward the changing table along the wall and opens a drawer. When he returns, he’s holding up a pacifier. It’s pale blue with a rainbow on the front. “Have you ever tried a pacifier, Baby girl?”
“No, Daddy.”
He taps my lips with it. “I think you’ll like it. It will help you relax. A lot of Littles find it easier to slide into a deeper regression with a pacifier.”
I open my mouth and let him pop the nipple in between my lips. It’s awkward at first, but I start sucking, and my eyes droop. I’m really tired.
When I open my eyes, I’m confused for a few seconds. There are slats on both sides of me. The crib…
Daddy shows up in seconds and lowers the railing. “Hey, Amelia. Did you sleep well?”
I nod right before he pulls the pacifier from my mouth. He must have been right. I think I liked it. It soothed me.
Daddy palms my diaper and then frowns. “You need to wet yourself, Amelia,” he admonishes. “It’s especially important that you learn to let your body fully relax when you’re sleeping. I want to find your diapers soaked when you wake up.”
“I can’t make myself pee in my sleep,” I argue.
“You’ll learn to, Little one. It will become natural. At night, I’m going to give you a much larger bottle of formula. You won’t be able to hold it all night. It might cause you to wake up squirming when you realize you need to go potty, but after a few nights, you’ll wet yourself in your sleep without fully waking.”
I take a deep breath. “I’ll try.”
He smiles. “For now, you need to do more than try. I’m going to give you about one minute to empty your bladder before I discipline you.”
I don’t even want to ask how he intends to punish me. If he’s going to spank my pussy again, I might decide to hold my pee pee all the time. It stung, but it also made me feel alive.
“I can see your mind running, Baby girl. You might have enjoyed the little love pats I gave you with my palm this morning, but I don’t think you’ll like the feeling of having your clit swatted with a crop.” He lifts a brow.
I draw a deep breath in through my nose and bite my lip. The crop sounds scary. I don’t like the unknown. I release my lip. “Will you show me what it feels like, Daddy?”
He chuckles. “My girl is a bit of a masochist.”
“Maybe.”
He scoops me out of the crib and carries me to the changing table. Without a word, he straps my wrists down above my head and adds restraints below my breasts and across my tummy. Lastly, he bends my knees and pushes them wide before wrapping a soft nylon loop around my leg. It forces me to keep my knee bent, and he attaches it to the side of the changing table.
I’m so horny I might come by the time he has the other leg equally restrained. I still haven’t peed, but I don’t think that matters right now.
Daddy opens a drawer and takes something out before holding it up for me to see. It’s a brown leather crop. I’ve seen crops at the Dungeon many times. A lot of submissives enjoy them. I’ve never been struck by one, but I’ve been curious about how it might feel. They can leave a bright red raised welt wherever they land. I’ve seen the red raised squares on people’s butts or thighs. I’ve never seen someone get cropped on their nipples or pussy.
Daddy drags the tip across my belly and up the swell of my breast before flicking it over my nipple.
I arch my chest and whimper. I want more of whatever he’s offering. My nipples are so hard they ache.
When Daddy lifts the crop up and brings it down on my titty with a whoosh, the sting takes my breath away. I don’t even blink for long seconds. My titty throbs. The burn is intense, and I don’t think he struck me with anywhere near the amount of force he could have.
Daddy flicks the leather over my other nipple several times, holding my gaze. “Again?”
I nod. I want my other titty to match. Maybe I’m strange.
Daddy swats it with the same pressure. This time I cry out. It’s not as unexpected, so I absorb the pain differently. I could get used to having my titties spanked. It’s intense and makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.
The little buds are throbbing violently. It’s an odd sensation. I kind of wish he would do it again, but he sets the crop down on my tummy and opens my diaper.
I moan as he exposes the rest of me to the room. Being restrained and fully naked makes me tremble. “Daddy…”
He strokes my folds.
I quiver. “Daddy…” I say louder. “Please…”
“Please what, Baby girl?”
I realize I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Daddy slides his fingertip into my pussy. “My come is still inside you, Little one.”
I shudder at his dirty words. I want him to thrust his finger into me as far as he can. I want his cock again. I might cry if he keeps teasing me with his fingers, his threats, and his words.
He removes his finger and circles my clit, taking his time, driving me mad with lust. When he lifts the crop off my tummy with his other hand, my eyes go wide. I know he’s going to strike me with it. My mouth goes completely dry.
He flips it around and drags the blunt end through my folds and around my clit. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s so languid about it, too, as if this is no big deal. He’s just going to tease me mercilessly until I expire.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg again.
“Please what, Baby girl?” he repeats.
“Please spank my pussy with the crop.” I need it. I need to be absolved of my naughty behavior. For a moment, I can’t even remember what it was I’m needing punishment for, and then I’m reminded. I didn’t wet my diaper. My bladder feels very full.
Daddy uses his free hand to pull the hood back from my clit, exposing it to the air in the room. He circles it over and over with the end of the crop until I’m panting and rolling my head back and forth. I’m desperate.
“I’m going to swat this pretty little bundle of nerves just hard enough to take your breath away, Baby girl. It will sting, but next time I will do it harder.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
He turns the crop around and taps my clit several times, making me shiver. I watch as he lifts the crop and brings it down with a whoosh. The sting is intense, much more than I expected. My clit throbs with pain and need. I realize I’m moaning loudly. My head is tipped back. I can’t see.
Daddy holds my folds open and blows on my pussy. “Such a pretty girl. I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment. Do you need another swat on this tender little clit, Amelia?”
I shake my head. I haven’t recovered from the first one. It burns. I could also come if he let me, but if he does it again, it will hurt. The pain will override the arousal.
“What do you need to do, Baby girl?”
Wet myself … Shit. I can’t focus on my bladder right now. My attention is on my throbbing clit. “Daddy…” I whine.
“I think I’ve finally found a way to discipline my Little girl. I bet the one swat against your pretty clit was tolerable, but you don’t want another.”
“No, Sir. Please don’t do it again.”
He comes to my side and strokes the top of my head, kissing my forehead. “Have you ever been disciplined when it wasn’t for play, Amelia?”
My cheeks heat. “No, Daddy.”
“This is a lifestyle, Baby girl. Twenty-four-seven. We’re not playing on the island. We don’t do scenes like you would at the club. Naughty girls get punished. For some Little girls, spanking their bottoms is enough. Others need more.”
I whimper. This is a new side of Noah. I understand what he’s saying, but am I ready for this? If I’m going to live here, I will have to change my way of thinking. I can’t just pretend to have a tantrum so I can get my masochistic fix. I have to actually obey Daddy. If I don’t, he will punish me.
I sniffle. “It’s hard, Daddy,” I tell him. I’m talking about wetting myself. It’s a weird feeling. I haven’t peed lying on my back since I was an actual infant.
“I know it’s hard, Baby girl, but holding your urine is not healthy. That’s why Daddy is going to be very firm about it. You’ll end up with an infection if you don’t wet your diapers.”
It’s not that I’m too embarrassed to wet myself. It’s that it goes against the grain. My brain is fighting with my bladder. I’m not trained to relax my bladder.
Daddy holds my gaze while he presses against my bladder with his palm.
I squirm and fight him. I want to tell my body to cooperate, but it’s not listening. “Will you close my diaper?” I murmur.
“No, Baby girl. It’s spread under your bottom. You don’t need it covering you.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, but my stubborn bladder won’t cooperate.
Daddy kisses my forehead again. “I’m going to spank your pussy again, Amelia.”
I shudder. I don’t like this idea, but I’m not supposed to. He’s not playing. He’s teaching me a lesson.
As he steps between my legs again, I start crying. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
“I know you will, Little one. You just need an incentive. You’ll learn to obey Daddy. You’re deeply submissive. You need a firm hand. You need to know that Daddy will not back down when you’re naughty.”
He’s right. If he doesn’t spank me again right now, I will think I can manipulate him. I need him to be firm with me, but it’s hard to accept. Tears are falling.
I cry out when Daddy strokes my pussy. I’m so sensitive. I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
“Yes, Baby girl.” He circles my clit and then taps it.
I buck and arch against my restraints. He’s going to spank my clit while it’s swollen and exposed.
I cry harder when he gives it a firm pinch. “Daddy!” I suck in a breath and hold it, squeezing my eyes closed.
When the swat lands, the pain is so sharp and intense that I can’t catch my breath. It vibrates deep inside me. I need to come worse than ever before at the same time. But one more thing happens that’s unexpected—I pee.
I’m marginally aware that Daddy lifts the front of my diaper up to keep me from peeing all over the table, but I can’t stop it. I pee and pee until my bladder is empty. I’m left with the throbbing pain all over my pussy, but especially my clit.
I try to drag in oxygen. I need to breathe. It’s so hard. Why is it so hard to breathe?
Suddenly Daddy’s lips are on my inner thigh. He rains kisses all over, not touching my pussy. He praises me in between kisses. “Such a good girl… I’m so proud of you… You took your punishment so well…”
I’m crying, but it’s mostly from relief. I don’t say a word as Daddy cleans me up, gently spreads ointment on my folds, and puts a fresh diaper on me. He releases all my restraints next and lifts me into his arms. He cradles me and rocks me, bouncing around the room, kissing my temple over and over.
It takes me a long time to stop crying, and when I do, I reach up and wrap my arms around Daddy’s neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Baby girl.”
We’ve had a strange shift in our relationship. It was important. I understand it. I have to obey my Daddy on this island. It’s not optional. He will discipline me by whatever means necessary to ensure I follow the rules.
I’m sure most people could not live within the boundaries of Regression Island—not even most Littles. It takes a certain personality and a deep submissive need to live here. I feel like I’m going to thrive here because I like knowing that Noah will not waver. He will be firm with me, and I need that.
When my tears dry up, Daddy carries me to the bathroom. He uses thumb-print recognition to open the door so we can enter. After setting me on the counter, he keeps one hand on me while he wets a washcloth to clean my face.
I hiccup as I seem to reenter my body. It’s like I was floating, and now I’m back. I squirm on the counter. “My pussy stings, Daddy.”
“I bet it does. It will help remind you to keep your diaper wet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Maybe you’d like to explore your nursery now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kisses my forehead before setting me on my feet and giving my bottom a playful swat.
I glance back longingly at the bathroom as we exit, flinching when he shuts the door. I have no way to enter that room on my own. I won’t ever be in a bathroom alone again as long as I live on this island. I won’t even remember what it feels like to sit on the potty.
This deep regression stuff is serious business, but I think I like it.