Chapter 10 #2
Daddy grabs my arm and holds me still while he rubs it in. It hurts, and I’m trembling. Finally, he’s done, and he pulls out a swim diaper and has me step into it. I’m relieved I’m not expected to run around totally naked all day. I’m also confused about why he put the sunscreen on my bottom.
I must be frowning my confusion when Daddy looks at me because he smiles and says, “Burns, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Maybe don’t do anything to end up with a raw bottom again on a day we’re going to the water park.” He lifts a brow.
I shudder. The sting is even more prominent now that the tight swim diaper is rubbing against it. The elastic at my thighs is the worst part. I cringe every time I move my legs.
Daddy reaches up to tighten my pigtails before clasping my waist and meeting my gaze. “I can’t be next to you constantly inside the water park. You’ll stay with Anabel, and you’ll stay where I can see you at all times.”
I nod. “Okay, Daddy.” Already I feel a certain level of trepidation.
I won’t be in my harness here. I’ve developed a bit of social anxiety since moving to the island.
Something about my regression has caused me to prefer to stick close to Daddy, preferably buckled in tight when we’re not at home.
The thought of walking even a few feet away from him makes me nervous. Whey hadn’t I thought of this before?
He pats my bottom. “You’ll be fine. Just be aware of your surroundings. Most of the time, I’ll be with you. We can go on some water slides and the lazy river together. But I’m not going into the splash pad with you.”
I nod, my bottom lip trembling. I won’t cry. I’m a grown adult for heaven’s sake. Until two weeks ago, I went everywhere alone. Never thought about it. Classes. Restaurants. Out with friends.
Now? Now I don’t like to be out of Daddy’s sight. Or reach. I can’t put my finger on it.
Daddy bends down to take off my sandals and pats my sore bottom again.
I look up to see Anabel waiting for me. She reaches out a hand for me to take it. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Her boobs are on the smaller side like mine.
Her nipples are hard points, also like mine.
She’s either chilled or aroused. It’s so strange seeing her like this.
Standing in front of me wearing nothing but a swim diaper.
Same as every other Little splashing in the water.
No one seems to care that so much skin is exposed.
“Go on, baby girl. I’m right here. I won’t take my eyes off you.” Daddy turns toward Anabel. “Melody is a little anxious about being away from me. Maybe you can help her relax.”
Anthony sets a hand on the small of my back from the other side. “Anabel knows better than to take one step out of my sight. The first time we came here, she ended up with a memorable spanking for wandering too far.”
The mention of Anabel also getting spanked calms me a bit. I take a breath and set my palm in hers, letting her lead me to the splash pad. It’s only ten feet away, and I glance back at Daddy when we reach the edge of brightly colored equipment.
He’s leaning back in the lounge chair, talking to Anthony next to him, but his gaze is on me, and he smiles to let me know he sees me.
This is not my style. It’s the opposite of what I’ve experienced at the zoo and the amusement park. Instead of being fully restrained and securely held on to by a leash, I’m wandering away from Daddy.
“We can play right here,” Anabel suggests, pointing to a spot where water is shooting up out of the colorful rubber-padded ground. It’s wide open and completely visible to our chairs.
I nod and follow her, finally smiling when the first squirt of water hits me in the face.
Anabel giggles. “See? It’s so fun. We won’t wander far. I promise. Daddy would spank me. From right here in their line of sight, we can go down the slides and play in the water spouts.”
I swallow and tell myself I’m being silly. This is fine. Daddy is right behind me. He’s watching. I’m safe.
After a few minutes of jumping in the spouts of water, I follow Anabel to the slide, glancing over my shoulder for the tenth time.
Daddy has not taken his eyes off me once. That reassures me.
We go down the first slide, and it’s so fun that we go to the higher one next. I haven’t been to a water park in years. I don’t even remember when. Another of those things childless adults don’t do. Why not?
When we grow tired of the slides, Anabel plops down on her bottom in some shallow water, laughing.
I sit next to her, gingerly, wincing when my sore bottom hits the ground. I glance at the chairs, making sure Daddy is watching. He is.
“I’m sorry you got spanked this morning,” Anabel says.
I shrug. “It was my fault. I was excited about coming here with you today, and I got rambunctious.”
She giggles. “I do that sometimes too.” Her face softens. “How are you doing otherwise? Do you like it here?”
I nod. “Yes. More than I should I think.”
She tips her head to one side. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I’m just surprised, I guess. I didn’t think I would like it at all, and instead I love it. The structure and boundaries. It’s far more intense than the way we lived on the mainland.”
“That’s an understatement. How is your thesis coming?”
I perk up. “It’s going well. With this kind of discipline, I’ll have it done before the summer is over.” I sigh and blow out a breath at the mention of the end of the summer.
“Do you think you’ll be anxious to return to the mainland?”
“I don’t know. I’m nervous about it. How can I go back?”
She shrugs. “I can’t answer that. I never went back. I’ve only gone a few times for meetings in my office. Most of the time, I manage through zoom. What do you want to do after you finish your thesis?”
“Honestly? I’d like to write a book.”
Her face lights up. “That sounds like fun.”
I drag my fingers through the water. “I don’t know. I haven’t told Daddy that yet.”
“Do you think he won’t approve?”
“It’s not that. I don’t really know what he’ll think. I kind of thought I would start teaching when I graduated. Now… I’m not sure. Part of me always wished I could be a writer instead, but I stuffed it to the back of my mind, thinking it wasn’t financially feasible.”
“But I bet Bentley makes enough money for you to be able to pursue your dreams.”
“Probably. We just haven’t discussed it.”
“Can I ask you something?” Anabel says.
“Of course.” I look at her.
“Why are you so worried about being apart from Bentley?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly.
“When I knew you on the mainland, you and I did stuff together, and you went to classes and other places. Did you have anxiety then?”
I shake my head. “No. It started after we got here.”
“Huh. Well, don’t worry. Nothing will happen to you here. There’s almost zero crime on the island.”
“I know. It’s all in my head. I can’t explain it. I just feel…safer when Daddy has a hold of me.” I look at her, trying to decide if I want to tell her a secret. It’s kind of embarrassing, but maybe I’d feel better if I told someone.
“What’s wrong?”
I realize I’m hesitating and take a breath. “I wear a harness at home. Even when we’re in the same room. It soothes me.”
She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “That’s okay. I love my harness. The first time Daddy put it on me, I was instantly calmer.” She grins. “But also aroused. When he pulls that thing tight, I feel it in my nipples and my pussy. We always end up having sex on those days.”
I smile. “You too? I swear every time Daddy buckles me into something, I get hornier than ever.”
“Yep.” She glances over at our Daddies. “Let’s go see if they will take us on the lazy river. Want to?”
“Sounds fun.”
It turns out the lazy river is much better. I sit on Daddy’s lap on the tube, and he holds on to me the entire time. As we float around and around, he strokes my skin until I’m aching to have him inside me.
I love that he makes me come several times a day, but the best times are when he takes me into his bedroom and makes love to me.
An orgasm strapped down to my changing table from his fingers is amazing, but it doesn’t compare to the way I feel when he pushes inside me, holding my hands above my head, his gaze locked on mine.
We’ve had sex after my bath most nights and on Saturday in the middle of the day before my nap. I love those special times when we are together, naked and equal in his bed. I’m not exactly a Little when we have sex. I’m grownup Melody who likes to be fucked hard sometimes.
After the lazy river, we go down a few water slides together, and then Daddy and Anthony lead us to a grassy area in the shade. They spread out a large blanket that Anthony pulls out of his diaper bag.
Daddy removes my swim diaper and puts a real diaper on me before setting me on the blanket.
Anthony does the same to Anabel, and they look at us. “Who’s ready for a treat?” Anthony asks.
I sit up straighter and clap my hands together when Anthony pulls two candied apples out of a brown bag I hadn’t noticed. They must have bought them from a vendor while we were playing.
My mouth is watering as Daddy opens mine and hands it to me. “Your tummy will get upset if you eat this entire thing at one time. Go easy. You can save some of it for later.”
“I didn’t even know they had candied anything here,” Anabel says.
Anthony chuckles. “The candy coating is sugar free, baby girl. And apples are good for you.”
I bite into mine and moan around the flavor. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven after a formula-only diet. The candy coating runs down my chin, and Daddy has to wipe my face and hands when I’ve finally had enough. I couldn’t have eaten the entire thing anyway.
“Now you girls have two choices,” Anthony says to us.
We glance at each other and then eagerly at him, wondering what he’s planning.
“We can either call it a day and go back home for naptime, or you can drink your noon bottles here and nap on the blanket so we can stay longer this afternoon.”