Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
I have a routine. It’s working for me. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m on task and getting stuff done. The last few years of college and graduate school were spent rushing around procrastinating and leaving things to the last minute.
Those days are gone, mostly because I don’t have a choice. I’ve learned I like not having options. It’s comforting.
I’ve been on Regression Island two weeks, and with each passing day, Daddy has taken more control of my life. I’ve encouraged it. Every time he touches base with me to make sure I’m happy, I let him know I’m beyond content and make it clear he has my blessing to continue on this path.
I didn’t see this coming. I couldn’t have predicted it. If anyone would have asked me two weeks ago if I could see myself living this life, I would have told them hell no.
It wasn’t even gradual. It took less than twenty-four hours for me to know I was going to be happier here. My routine each day keeps me focused.
Every morning starts with Daddy removing my jammies and pushing a suppository into my bottom.
That is my least favorite part of the day.
He holds it inside me for above five minutes, my tight ring gripping his finger.
I’m getting used to the feeling and might secretly even like it by now. But the next part I try to ignore.
Once he has changed me, he lets me sit on the couch and watch cartoons while I drink my morning bottle. I prefer the times when he cradles me in his lap and holds the bottle himself, but he can’t do it four times a day. He has too many other things to do.
At nine, we go into the office. I work for three hours in my harness with my padlock reminding me to stay on task. Daddy lets me have a juice bottle, which I usually finish by the end of the three hours, which means I’m desperately in need of a change at noon.
I play outside while Daddy eats lunch, and he rocks me to sleep with my nap bottle. I don’t mind napping. I’m usually tired from studying all morning.
After my nap, I’m back in the office working for another three hours. I drink my dinner bottle in my playpen and read, do puzzles, or color while Daddy fixes his dinner and eats.
I miss food. Every day I’ve wondered if Daddy would give me something besides bottles, but he hasn’t yet, and I haven’t asked him about it out of fear he might extend my days without food if I do.
I have an appointment with Dr. Morgan again tomorrow.
Hopefully he’ll say I can switch to a mixed diet of soft food and smaller bottles.
Anabel tells me that’s common. Eventually most Littles on the island transition to solid finger food which could be whatever Daddy is cooking.
She isn’t sure how many Littles who live here are permitted to feed themselves.
She hasn’t personally held a spoon or fork yet.
After Daddy eats, we usually go for a walk. Sometimes we visit Anabel, or she comes to our house. Our Daddies knew each other from the Big and Little club we belonged to on the mainland, but they’re becoming good friends now, which is convenient.
My bedtime is ten o’clock, so in the evenings I get to watch movies with Daddy, or we play games, or we read together. It’s peaceful and predictable. I never ask what we’re doing. Daddy likes to surprise me.
At about nine thirty, Daddy bathes me and rocks me while I have my nighttime bottle. By the time I’m in my footed jammies with my wrists restrained to the sides of my crib, I’m half asleep.
I think the nighttime bottle has less sedative in it than the first few days. I’m less groggy when I wake up, but I still sleep a solid ten hours. It’s amazing how good I feel with that much sleep all the time.
I know Daddy doesn’t sleep that long. He works early in the morning before I wake up and does several things around the house after I go to bed.
The weekends have been mostly about fun.
Last weekend Daddy took me to the amusement park.
Today he’s taking me to the water park. Anabel and Anthony are coming with us, and I can’t wait.
I’m so excited that I finish off my morning bottle faster than usual and then bounce around the house in anticipation.
Daddy finds my antics humorous for about five minutes, and when I ask him for the tenth time when we’re going to leave, he puts his foot down. He sets me in my playpen and tells me to be quiet and entertain myself while he finishes getting ready.
His expression is stern, so I force myself to comply, picking up a book and flipping it open to my page even though I can’t concentrate on reading.
I don’t actually know what time it is. I haven’t seen a clock in two weeks. There are none in the house, and I don’t have a cell phone. The only time I’ve known the time has been when I’m working and can see the readout in the corner of my computer screen.
I perk up and stand in my playpen when I hear the faint noise of Anabel giggling outside. I can see Anthony removing her from her car seat through the front window, so I start bouncing on my feet. “Daddy, they’re here!”
Daddy comes from the back of the house, but he doesn’t look at me as he opens the front door to greet our guests. “Come on in. Melody is having some behavioral issues this morning. Please give us a few minutes while I address them.”
I’m trembling as he lifts me from my playpen, takes my hand, and drags me from the room. I don’t look at Anabel or her Daddy because I’m embarrassed.
Daddy takes me to the nursery and shuts the door. He sits on the rocking chair and holds me by the waist between his legs. “I know you’re excited about today, but I asked you to settle down, and you ignored me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I haven’t been in trouble in two weeks.
“Do you have permission to stand in the playpen?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not safe, and I might fall over the side.”
“Exactly. And what have I said about shouting?”
“I’m not allowed to scream in the house.”
“Exactly. Now, I’m going to give you a choice. Either you stay home today and we reschedule this playdate for another weekend, or I spank your bottom hard enough the sting will serve as a reminder for the entire morning.”
I nod slowly. It’s my own fault I’ve gotten in trouble. I might have even pushed his buttons on purpose this morning to see what would happen after going so long without being punished. “I’ll take the spanking, Daddy.”
“I thought so.”
He reaches for my diaper and pulls the tabs, removing it before draping me over his lap. He clasps my hands at the small of my back and rubs my bottom. After two weeks without a spanking, I gasp at the first swat. He isn’t fooling around this morning. He means for me to be punished.
He spanks me harder than he ever has, leaving my bottom burning when he’s finished.
Also, tears are running down my face when he stands me upright again. He reaches for a wipe and cleans my face, helping me blow my nose too. And then he pulls me into his arms between his legs, carefully not touching my bottom.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I actually feel relieved. The spanking gives me an adrenaline rush. A release. Kind of like the release I get from restraints but also different.
“You’re welcome, baby girl.” He tips my head back and kisses me. “Do you need another minute? Or can I put your diaper on so we can go?”
“I’m ready, Sir.”
He lifts me onto the changing table, and I cringe as he tucks a diaper under me and fastens it. When we leave my nursery, I know my face is red and puffy from my tears, but it doesn’t matter, Anabel and Anthony would have heard me getting spanked.
Neither of them says a word as Daddy gathers up everything we’ll need for the morning and shrugs his backpack onto his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
We each get in our own golf cart and Daddy follows Anthony toward the water park. The island isn’t very large, so it only takes about ten minutes to get there. Soon enough, Anabel and I are strapped into our strollers headed for the entrance.
It’s crowded today, not surprising for a weekend in the summer. Daddy and Anthony make their way through the patrons and finally find a pair of lounge chairs we can claim as a home base for the morning.
We’re next to a large splash pad, and Anabel excitedly tells me it’s her favorite place in the park.
Daddy and Anthony sit facing each other sideways on the two lounge chairs with Anabel and I between them. I’m looking around at all the fun things to do, not paying attention until suddenly Daddy lifts my shirt over my head and removes my diaper.
I jerk my gaze back to him to find him putting sunscreen on his palm.
Anabel is also completely naked next to me. She looks totally unphased. She’s done this before. I have not. Nudity doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been exposed at fetish parties or BDSM clubs on the mainland, but never like this in broad daylight surrounded by hundreds of people.
Goosebumps rise on my skin as I look around. No one is paying attention to me. In fact, other Littles are also standing naked while their Daddies and Mommies slather them in sunscreen.
I fight the urge to cover my nipples, but my hands stray that direction anyway.
Daddy gives me a stern look. “No one is looking at your titties, baby girl. Put your arms down so I can put sunscreen on you so you don’t burn.”
I’m embarrassed he’s voiced my concern out loud, and I look at the ground while complying with his demand. My nipples are hard, and they get harder as he applies sunscreen to them, rubbing it into my sensitive skin, paying extra attention to my boobs.
My bottom is burning, and I try not to think about how red it is and that Anthony and Anabel can see the evidence of my spanking from half an hour ago.
When Daddy spins me around to apply the lotion to my back and my legs, I wince every time he gets close to my bottom. That’s nothing compared to how high I jump when he sets his palm flat on my bottom and rubs the sunscreen directly on my heated skin.