Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
On my third day on the island, Daddy announces that we will be going to the water park with Lacey and Brian. I’m so excited that I start jumping up and down.
He chuckles. “Be careful, Little one. You’ll fall and crack your head.” His gaze is on my chest, though, and he licks his lips.
Daddy didn’t put a shirt back on me after he spanked my titties and my pussy the other day. I’ve spent every moment since then with my chest exposed. By today, it almost seems like a new normal.
Daddy doesn’t let me play with my titties, but he does put that horrible stimulant on them often. It torments me. My little buds are constantly hard and tingly. I know he likes them that way. He likes to look at them. Sometimes I see him adjust himself, so I know it turns him on, and I don’t argue.
What I want more than anything is for Daddy to get so aroused that he fucks my pussy again. I need him inside me like a drug addict. He loves to torment me and keep me on edge. He often lets me come when I’m on the changing table, but he has not inserted anything into my pussy since the doctor’s visit.
I’m growing more frustrated by the hour, especially when he grabs me around the waist, rubs that horrifying stimulant onto my titties, and then teases them until I’m panting and writhing in his arms.
He does so now, a few minutes before we’re going to leave for the water park at Littleworld. He sits on the couch, holds me between his legs facing out, traps my arms to my sides, and torments my titties.
His lips come to my ear. “You need my cock, don’t you, Baby girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“You’re going to marry me, Amelia.”
I gasp. My legs are wobbly. I would marry this man today if it meant he would take me to his bed. I realize even though I’ve known him a long time, I didn’t fully know him until last week, but it’s been long enough for me to know I’m committed to spending my life with him. We’re a perfect match. I’ve never doubted that since the morning he picked me up.
I belong here on this island. I’m thriving. Before this week, I was just existing on the mainland—working, sleeping, eating, repeating. Now, I’m alive. I never have to worry about getting enough to eat because the formula keeps me full.
I don’t have to worry about my safety because Daddy is a stickler for everything from touching the stove to opening the front door. I don’t have to worry about paying the rent or bills. Daddy has made it clear that I can start working in a few weeks. He will advertise my skills and set up appointments for me. I’m getting excited about that idea.
He nibbles on my neck. “Are you ready to go to the water park, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Are you going to torment my nipples all day?”
“Yes.” He chuckles. “And everyone is going to see them because Littles don’t wear shirts at the water park. You’ll only be wearing a swim diaper. You’ve done so well keeping your diapers wet for the past two days. Will you be able to do so in public?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper because it’s the truth.
“What will happen if you don’t?” he asks against my ear.
“You’ll spank my pussy.”
“Do you think I’ll do it in private?”
“No, Sir.” I grab his forearms. He’s such a smart Daddy. He knows I get horny when he talks about punishing me. That’s why he does it.
“Would it embarrass you for me to take off your diaper, spread you open on the pool deck, and spank your naughty pussy in front of Lacey and every other Little at the park?”
I shudder. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then I guess you’ll use your diaper like a good girl.”
I hope I can.
“Amelia!”
I spin around when I hear Lacey calling my name. We’re in the parking lot outside the water park. She’s skipping toward me, but she comes up short because Brian has a leash on her, and he gives it a tug to get her to slow down.
I’m so excited I can’t stop grinning, but I don’t dare move toward her because Daddy is still putting my harness on. He hasn’t finished fastening it around me.
Daddy turns me to face away from him, cinches all the straps so tight that I nearly come off the ground, and then clips a leash to the small of my back.
I’m panting and totally turned on as Lacey reaches me.
We throw our arms around each other and hug. It hasn’t been that long since I last saw her before she moved to the island, but it seems like years. I hold her at arm’s length when we finish the hug. “You look amazing.”
“So do you,” she beams.
I roll my eyes. “Daddy makes me eat a lot more calories than I’m used to.” I’m starting to fill out more, and that includes my boobs.
Lacey giggles. “My Daddy does, too. I haven’t been this healthy since I was ten.” I know she had a rough home life after her mother died, and she was living with her father when she got together with Brian. Her father was physically abusive, but that’s all I know.
Brian smiles at me. “You’re looking well, Amelia. Good to see you again.”
“You, too, Sir,” I murmur, not meeting his gaze. It’s weird that he’s not only seen me totally naked, but he watched me have an unbelievable orgasm while the doctor’s fingers were in my bottom. My cheeks heat at the memory.
“Remember the rules,” Daddy says as he gives my leash a playful tug. “No running. No arguing when we give you girls instructions. You must stay where we can see you at all times.”
“Yes, Sir,” we both say in unison.
I’m bouncing on my feet as we head for the park. I haven’t been to a water park since I was very young. “Are there scary slides?” I ask Lacey.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never gone on the slides before. I just play in the lazy river, the wave pool, and the splash pads.”
“Those are fun, too,” I say. I don’t want to push her if she doesn’t want to go on any of the scarier slides. Not everyone likes them.
“We can do both, Amelia,” Daddy says. “You girls can start out in the shallow pools, and if you want to try some bigger slides later, we’ll do so.”
I smile at him. This is the best day ever. Lacey is the only person on the island I knew before I arrived. I assume I’ll make other friends, especially when I start going to daycare while Daddy’s at work, showing homes, but for now, I haven’t met anyone.
After we enter the park, the Daddies lead us to a shady spot next to a splash pad. Without a word, Daddy sits on the lawn chair and removes all my clothes.
I try not to react. It’s weirder being naked in front of Lacey than a stranger or at the club. A lot of other Littles are in the same predicament around us, though, including Lacey. Her Daddy starts spreading sunscreen on her at the same time Noah does me.
“Arms up, Baby girl,” he commands when he turns me to face him.
I lift my arms and giggle when he rubs the lotion into my armpits. “Tickles, Daddy.”
He chuckles as he puts more on his hands, rubs them together, and then cups both my boobs at the same time. He holds my gaze as he rubs the sunscreen into my titties. His eyes are dancing. He’s enjoying my torment.
I’m panting by the time he’s done, and my nipples are harder than ever.
When he turns me around to do my back, I’m facing Lacey. Her cheeks are bright red. She’s also fully naked. We’re inches apart. Her pussy is shaved bare like mine. Her breasts are small like mine, too.
Suddenly, she giggles. “This is awkward.”
“Yeah.” I laugh, too. “I guess I’ll get used to it.”
“You will. It’s only weird at first, and since we know each other. In a few hours, you’ll stop thinking about your boobies.”
Speaking of boobies, they tingle, and before I can stop myself, I reach up to squeeze them in my palms.
Daddy spins me around so fast, my breath hitches. He lifts a brow and leans in close so we are eye-to-eye. He doesn’t have to speak for me to know why he’s reprimanding me with his gaze or for me to lower my hands. I lower my head, too. There is no way he’s going to overlook my mistake.
“What’s Daddy’s rule, Amelia?”
“No playing with my titties,” I whisper.
“Did I mention lifting that rule while we were here at the water park?”
“No, Sir.”
“What happens when my naughty Little girl can’t keep her fingers away from her titties?”
“Daddy spanks them,” I murmur. Did I do it on purpose? Maybe. It wasn’t specifically conscious on my part, but I suspect I wanted to challenge Daddy on some level. I wanted to make sure he would follow through.
He pulls me between his legs and whispers in my ear. “Are you testing Daddy?”
“Maybe,” I respond.
He reaches into the diaper bag and pulls out the dreaded crop. He hasn’t used it on me since after my nap the first day. He’s going to do so now right here in front of my friend and anyone else who’s watching.
And I’m stunned by my reaction. I want him to spank my titties. I want to feel the sting. I want to know that he cares so much about me that he won’t let me get away with anything, not even in public. Especially not in public.
I’m still fully naked as he strokes the leather square up the center of my body. “Lift your arms above your head, Amelia. Clasp your hands behind your neck.”
I’m trembling as I obey him.
“Good girl. One hard swat on both sides. The next time I catch you touching yourself, I won’t be so lenient, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” One hard swat does not sound lenient, but maybe I’m wrong.
“Stand still, Amelia,” he orders.
I don’t dare move an inch. I thrust my chest forward, giving him full access, hoping my compliance will help my case.
The first swat is unexpectedly harder than the previous time he spanked my nipples. It burns all the way from my titty to my pussy as though the two are connected.
Daddy doesn’t let me catch my breath before he spanks my other titty just as hard. The swollen buds throb intensely. The pain is welcome, though. I needed it. I definitely touched myself on purpose.
Daddy puts the crop away and bends down to help me into a swim diaper. My hands are still behind my neck because he hasn’t given me permission to lower them.
Finally, he kisses me and pats my bottom. “You can go with Lacey to the splash pad. Stay where we can see you at all times unless you want to know what a real titty spanking feels like.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lower my arms and turn to find Lacey waiting for me. She’s ringing her hands together, and her cheeks are bright red.
We walk toward the splash pad, and it’s not until we’re out of hearing range that Lacey whispers, “That was smoking hot. Does he do that often?”
A smile spreads on my face as I glance at her. “Not often enough.”
She giggles.
“Does your Daddy spank you like that?”
She shakes her head as we reach the water pad. “No. He doesn’t discipline me with any sort of impact play because my father physically abused me. It’s triggering. But it’s still hot to watch someone else get spanked, especially somewhere so erogenous.” That makes sense.
I lean in to tell her. “He’ll spank my pussy in front of everyone if I don’t wet my diaper.”
She gasps. “Really?”
I nod.
“Do you like that?”
“So very much.” I giggle. “How does your Daddy punish you?”
“He has a positive reinforcement sticker chart. I get four stickers at the end of every day, but if I misbehave, he takes one away. I hate it when there are holes in my chart because I was naughty, so I’m not very often.”
“Oh… That would be tough. I wouldn’t want to lose any stickers either.” These Daddies are certainly creative.
Lacey takes my hand. “Does it still hurt?”
I nod. “It stings. He did it pretty hard. He knows it makes me horny, and he likes to keep me that way.”
She giggles, covering her mouth with her other hand. “I bet the cool water will feel good. Let’s go in.”