Chapter 3 #3
I don’t have the energy to move, and I don’t have to. Daddy picks me up, cradles me against him, and carries me to the crib. He lies me gently on my back and kisses my nose. “I know you’re tired, but you need a bottle before you take your nap. I’ll be right back.”
I stare at him as he lifts the side of the crib and leaves the room. I don’t move. I can’t fully process what’s happening to me. I’m in a slight subspace for one thing. I’m overwhelmed with sensations for another.
When I try to straighten my legs, I can’t. The padding is thicker than I expected. My thighs are forced wide apart. I stop fighting against the crinkly material and let my knees rest wide open.
I finally find the strength to lift my hands, and I slide them up my naked belly to my chest. I mold them to my breasts and play with my nipples, moaning loudly with no care in the world. I’m still on edge. I could orgasm again. I’m tits are sensitive and needy.
Suddenly Daddy is back. He lowers the side of the crib and gently pulls my wrists so I’m forced to release my boobs.
“My Little girl is so greedy today.” He taps my nose and shakes a finger.
“From now on, keep your fingers away from your little titties, baby girl. Daddy decides when you get pleasure. Not Melody. Understood?”
I swallow. He’s asked me not to masturbate in the past for a specific period of time or on a certain day or night, but always? For the summer?
He narrows his gaze. “Did you hear Daddy?”
I clear my throat. “Yes, Sir.”
“What did I say?”
“To keep my fingers off my boobs.”
“Good girl.” He points at the corner of the crib. “See that black box with the little green light.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a baby monitor. Daddy can see you at all times. You’ll find yourself with a sore bottom and no pleasures if I catch you touching yourself. That goes for your pussy too. You may not slide your greedy fingers into your diaper, nor may you rub the outside.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m so turned on I shudder. I’m overloaded with emotions too.
A half an hour ago, I didn’t want to put a diaper on.
Now, I’ve learned what I subconsciously suspected all along.
I love it. I already love the feel of it against my skin.
The knowledge that I’m at Daddy’s mercy to have it changed.
The way it settles so tight around my waist and cinches around my thighs makes me feel like I’m restrained.
And that is definitely a sexual trigger for me. Apparently even in regression.
After months of sliding into a place where I’ve been naughty nearly every day, I’m starting to realize those days are over.
At least for the summer. And I’m glad. It wasn’t a conscious effort, but as I think back, I feel confident I was begging Daddy to be stricter with me. I’ve gotten that wish in spades.
Daddy lifts me from the crib, carries me to the rocking chair, sitting, and cradling me in his lap. A moment later, he taps my lips with something, and I focus on the bottle he’s holding.
I whimper again. I knew this was coming. He even told me so when he left my crib a few minutes ago. Still, I’m not ready. This is another big step.
I’m tired though, which Daddy knows. So I’m not going to be able to fight him on this. Not now.
I’m flailing a bit, and Daddy manages to clasp my wrist with his free hand and hold it against my belly. “Open up, Little one. You need the nourishment and then a nap.”
I haven’t napped in years, but he’s right.
I’m struggling to hold on to wakefulness.
I part my lips and let the nipple in. It’s odd.
A strange firm ring settles inside my mouth, and when I close my teeth, they end up inside the rubber ring.
It’s like a nightguard almost. It’s keeping me from biting into the nipple.
It takes me a moment to figure out how to flatten my tongue to the nipple before I finally suck.
Warm milk fills my mouth, startling me that he’s heated it.
It’s not milk exactly either. It’s some other substance.
Formula. It’s like a protein smoothy. It tastes good, and I realize I’m hungry, so I eagerly suck it down.
The bottle is big. After a few minutes, I start to get sleepy, and I don’t want any more.
Daddy jiggles the bottle. “Stay awake, Little one. You need to finish all of the formula.”
I whimper and shake my head, drawing my knees up at the same time.
Daddy slides my hand down and sets it between his knees, gripping my fingers so I can’t free myself. His hand comes back to my belly and slides up to my breast. He pinches one of my nipples. Hard.
I gasp and try to escape his fingers to no avail.
“Focus on the bottle, baby girl. I’ll help you stay awake until it’s gone.”
I blink at him, realizing he’s going to help me stay awake by tormenting my tender titty.
When he gives another sharp squeeze, I start sucking again. About a third of the bottle remains. It seems like way too much.
“It’s just the right amount, baby girl. You’re going to start out this summer completely bottle fed.
The perfect balance of nutrition and calories has already been determined for your size and weight.
When we go to the pediatrician tomorrow, he’ll verify the amounts, but you need to get used to drinking exactly what Daddy gives you. ”
I shudder as I continue to suck the milk. It’s hard. I don’t want anymore. And I’m so tired.
Daddy pinches my nipple a few more times when I slow down, but not as hard as before. Just enough to keep me focused.
Finally, it’s all gone, and he sets it aside.
“There. You did it. What a good girl.” He pulls me closer to his chest and rocks me as I drift off.
In a moment, he stands and carries me to my crib.
He settles me on my back and rubs my full belly.
“I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” He’s smiling broadly.
I can’t help but smile back. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur, feeling very happy that I’ve pleased him.
“Sleep now, Little one. Daddy will be back to get you after your nap.”
I’m vaguely aware of the side of the crib coming up before I succumb to a deep sleep.