Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Two months later…
I know I’ve been naughtier than ever this morning. I can’t seem to stop myself. In fact, I’ve been increasingly more disobedient for the past week.
I’ve cried several times, nearly to the point of tantrums. I’ve thrown toys out of my playpen. I’ve refused to eat, saying I wasn’t hungry. I’m currently kicking my feet around so Daddy can’t get my shoes on.
Finally, he lifts me off the floor, spins me around, and flattens my tummy over his lap. He grips my wrists at the small of my back before removing my diaper.
I squirm in his hold until the first hard swat hits my bare bottom. I stiffen from the shock and hold my breath while Daddy peppers my bottom harder than usual. When he’s done, he carries me into the nursery, straps me to the changing table, and puts a new diaper on me.
He doesn’t meet my gaze or acknowledge the fact that I’m whimpering. I hate that I’ve been so disagreeable. I don’t want to be. I have a great deal of anxiety, and I don’t know how to voice it.
I’m scared to tell Daddy the underlying reason why I’ve been misbehaving.
Daddy removes the straps from my wrists and stands me on my feet. He shakes a finger in front of me, holding my shoulder with his other hand. “I know you enjoy restraints, baby girl, but you haven’t dreamed of the type of confinement you’re going to experience this afternoon if you don’t shape up.”
“Yes, Sir.” I believe him. And I’m equally sure I wouldn’t like whatever he has in mind. I lick my lips. “I don’t want to go to the daycare center though, Daddy. I want to stay with you. Why can’t I stay with you this morning?”
Daddy has a meeting he has to attend in town. I’m not permitted to go. It’s for grownups only. I’ve been to the daycare center before. It’s a perfectly fun place. I just don’t like to be left there.
“And I’ve explained to you it can’t be helped. You don’t always get what you want, Little one. Sometimes, you have to do things you don’t like. This morning, I need you to be a good girl and not give the teachers at the daycare center any grief. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur in defeat.
Thirty minutes later, I’ve been checked into the daycare center, and Daddy kisses my forehead.
“Be good,” he admonishes. As he leaves, the woman at the front desk, Sheila, asks him when I last ate and when I might need to be changed.
He glances at me before turning back to her.
“She’ll be fine until I get back. If she’s wet, she can wait. ”
I swallow. His decision is a double edge sword, and he knows it.
On the one hand, I don’t like other people to change me, and he’s doing me a favor.
On the other hand, I’ve had both my morning bottle and a juice bottle so far today.
I wondered why he gave me so much to drink in addition to oatmeal and a banana.
The thought of being left in a wet diaper for several hours makes me feel the urge to pee already.
I sigh as I wander over to a table where several other Littles are coloring.
At least if I focus on crayons and a picture for a while, I won’t have to think about wetting myself or how long it might be until Daddy returns.
Two hours later, I can’t hold it anymore, and I find a beanbag chair to lie on with a book and soak my diaper. It’s another hour before Daddy returns.
Luckily, he seems like he’s in a good mood, and he immediately takes me to a changing room and gives me a new diaper.
He’s smiling, so I assume his meeting went well.
When we get back to the house, he takes me straight to the bouncy seat he’s recently acquired. He lowers me onto it, straps me into the three-point connection that comes around my waist and between my legs, and then confines my wrists to the sides. He added that part after we received it.
Sometimes he turns it on, and it vibrates, driving me mad with arousal. Today, he pulls it in front of the couch and sits down facing me. I realize he’s done this to ensure my full attention.
I squirm, but this new addition to our home is one of the latest total bondage devices. I wouldn’t be able to escape it if I tried for hours. It heightens my sensation of confinement far beyond the playpen.
“Time to talk, Little one.”
I sigh and force myself to meet his gaze. I knew this was coming. I caused it myself.
“What’s bothering you?”
I look down for a moment, trying to imagine what I should say.
On the one hand, I need him to know how stressed I am about returning to the mainland.
On the other hand, I don’t want to sound ungrateful and whiney about the amazing summer he just gave me.
We have to go home. I know this. I need to get a job. He needs to return to his office.
“Does your recent behavior have anything to do with the fact that we’re scheduled to leave the island in two weeks?”
I flinch, though I shouldn’t be surprised he guessed about my mood. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Would you like to talk about it like a big girl? Or did you plan to misbehave for the rest of our stay here and spend each day standing in the corner with a sore bottom?”
I shudder. I’ve done that a lot lately. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I realize I can’t even cover my face or wipe my tears that are about to fall. I don’t have the use of my hands.
“I know you’re sorry, but I’d still like you to talk to me about your feelings instead of throwing toys, pushing your food on the floor, and having tantrums.”
I wince. I’ve done all of that. It’s not like me.
“Use your words. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I have to tell him. Even though it’s not fair and I feel bad, I still have to tell him what I’m thinking. “I know there’s nothing we can do to change it, but I don’t want to leave the island. I like it here. I’m worried about assimilating into our old life on the mainland.” There. I’ve said it.
He reaches out and strokes my thigh. “Thank you for being honest, baby girl. That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“It kinda was. Because I don’t want to sound ungrateful.
This was a wonderful summer. It was a true gift.
You helped me find a new side of myself, and you forced me to finish my thesis.
I’m so relieved to have it done. I know we have to go home.
You have your work, and I have to get a job.
I’m just sad because I don’t want to leave.
I like it here.” My lip starts to tremble. I’m going to cry.
“Why do you have to get a job, Little one?”
It’s an odd question, and I’m not sure how to respond. “Because that’s what people do after they graduate. They work.”
He chuckles. “Is that what you want to do? Work? Teach?”
I look away.
Daddy’s not having it. “Look at me, Melody.”
I turn my gaze back to his because I have no choice.
“Do you want to get a teaching position on the mainland?”
I swallow. “No,” I whisper.
“Then why are you planning to do that, and why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
I shrug. “It’s what people do.”
He chuckles again, but not making fun of me. “Since when do either of us do ‘what people do’?”
I blink at him, not sure how to respond.
“We’ve been living together for two years. You’ve been in graduate school that entire time. Have I ever once suggested you needed to get a job the moment you graduated?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then where did you get that idea?”
I’m still confused about why this topic is the one he’s homed in on of all the things I listed as bothering me. I shrug.
He strokes my cheek. “I kind of thought you might want to write a book. You’ve mentioned that several times over the years.”
My eyes widen. “I do want to write a book.”
He narrows his gaze. “Then why are you planning to get a teaching job?”
“I figured I would have to do both. I’ve been living rent free in your home for two years. You take care of everything. I should contribute. It’s my turn to bring in an income. If I bury myself in my office writing a book, I’ll be lucky if I see any income for several years, if ever.”
He frowns and leans closer, tugging my bouncy seat so it’s between his legs now. “We seem to have had a breakdown in communication, baby girl. Not only have I never once cared if you got a job after you graduated, but I honestly don’t really think it’s the right thing to do.”
“Why’s that, Daddy?” I’m so confused.
“It’s not your passion. I’d rather see you doing something you love.
I don’t give a shit about you having an income.
I love you. We’re a unit. If I thought you were passionate about teaching, I would support you, but I don’t want you doing something you don’t even care for just because you think you should. ”
“Oh.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I prefer when you’re at home anyway. I like having you close by.”
“But when we go back to the mainland, you won’t be there anyway. You’ll be at the office, and I’ll be home or at work.”
“What if I started working from home fulltime?” His eyes are dancing now.
My mouth falls open. “You could do that?”
“Sure. Already spoke to my boss. He thinks I got more done working from home this summer than when I’m in the office where people constantly pull me into meetings.”
I smile. “I like that.”
“Me too. Now, back to you. Wouldn’t you rather stay home with me and work on the next great novel than get a job teaching?”
I smile. “Yes, Daddy.” I feel lighter.
“Then that’s settled. I think we proved this summer that we enjoy each other’s company and never tire of being together. Didn’t we?”
“Yes, Sir.” I bounce a bit in excitement. “If we do that, maybe we could find a way to spend part of our time in this dynamic where I’m regressed?” I ask, hopeful.
He purses his lips a moment and shakes his head. “I don’t think regression is something you can do part time. It’s too confusing. Being a Little is more flexible. You can turn it on and off easier. Living fully dependent on a Daddy requires a bit more dedication than part time.”
I look down, my heart deflating.
“Maybe there’s another option, baby girl?” He says this likes it’s a question, and when I glance at him, I find him grinning oddly.
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He tickles under my chin, making me giggle, even though I don’t feel like it. “I put an offer on this house. That’s what my meeting was about this morning.”
I freeze, trying to internalize his words. And then I gasp. “Really?”
He nods, smiling broadly now. “Yep. It’s not finalized.
I didn’t want to do anything drastic without speaking to you.
We have options. If you want to go back to the mainland and resume living as an older Little, we can do that.
If you’d like to stay here, but look at other houses that are available, we can do that. ”
I grin wider. “I love this house.”
“I thought you did. So, you don’t want to go back to the mainland?”
I shake my head. “No.” I’m floating. That’s how happy I am. “I want to stay here. I want to buy this house.” I squirm. “Can I get up now, Daddy?” I want to jump into his lap and hug him tight.
He shakes his head. “Nope. I like it when you’re fully restrained and at my mercy. And you’ve been so naughty lately I haven’t had the pleasure of making you scream my name when you come.”
His hands come to my T-shirt, and he pulls it over my head and tosses it aside. Next, he turns on the vibrations for my seat. It’s a box located on the strap between my legs. When it’s on, it vibrates against my diaper, driving me mad. It’s enough to make my entire body hum.
He slides his palms to my breasts next and thumbs my nipples. “I really like this bouncy seat.”
I arch my chest and moan.
He scoots my seat back and drops to his knees in front of me.
Leaning his mouth down, he suckles my nipple while his free hand moves to the humming box against my pussy.
He presses down on it, making me cry out.
The restraints alone are enough to keep me constantly on the edge.
Some days, he has settled me in this seat and left me needing him for so long I can’t see straight.
That’s with the vibrations at the lowest setting. Right now, it’s turned up much higher.
He kisses a path to my mouth and speaks from an inch away. “I hope my good girl will come back now. I’m tired of the tantrums.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I kick my feet out, trying to get more pressure against my pussy.
“No more naughty behavior?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” I can’t focus.
“You understand I can use this seat as a form of punishment if I want, right?”
I shudder.
“I could strap you down, turn the vibrations on full power, and leave you for hours. I could sit back and watch you come over and over, or I could turn it off every time you get close and not let you have any pleasure.” He lifts a brow.
“Yes, Sir.” I breathe. He’s serious.
“Good. Now that you understand, I’m going to suck your little titties until you’re writhing, and then I’m going to open your diaper and finger your clit until you come so hard you scream.
After that, I’m going to take you out of the seat, flip you onto your hands and knees and claim your bottom once and for all.
Are you ready for Daddy’s cock inside your bottom? ”
I nod eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”
He’s been preparing me for weeks. I’ve wanted him for that entire time.
He pauses for a moment, leaning back a few inches to meet my gaze, forcing me to sober and concentrate. “I love you, Melody.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“Will you be my baby girl permanently?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I smile at him. “I’d love that.”
He continues to smile for several moment as if he’s memorizing this moment, and then he makes good on his promises and rocks my world.