Josie’s Daddy – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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I hold my breath. He’s never done this before. “You mean like at the club?”

“Perhaps.” He cleans his hand of the cream before lifting me once more and settling me on my feet.

My heart starts racing. Tonight is the first time we’ll be going to the Dungeon together as a couple. It’s the first time I’ll be going as someone specific’s Little girl. I’ve never played with anyone at the club. I’ve always been too shy, and I tend to cringe when people get too close to me. Mostly I’ve belonged to the Dungeon at Melissa’s recommendation so that I have a safe place to practice my preferred kink.

“Can’t you just spank me now and get it over with?”

Daddy chuckles as he takes my hand to lead me from the room. “Nope. What I could do is spank your naughty bottom, stand you naked in timeout, and make you stay home tonight. Would you like me to ground you for a week for your behavior?” He glances down at me as we walk down the hallway.

“No, Sir,” I whimper. He’s threatened to ground me before. Grounding can mean lots of different things, ranging from no cartoons or no coloring to no playing with toys. So far, I have not been grounded.

“Then your other option is to trust me to decide when to spank you. The anticipation will be part of your punishment, princess.”

I’m rethinking my decision to sort of deliberately disobey the rules tonight. Why did I choose tonight?

When we reach the kitchen, Daddy lifts me up and settles me on my booster seat before pushing me up to the table.

I’m only wearing a diaper. Nothing else. I’m sure the exposure is part of my punishment. He knows I’m still not incredibly comfortable being naked for longer than it takes to change me. Being naked in the kitchen while he hands me crayons and a coloring book is a lot to ask of me.

I shift my weight on the seat, grateful that Daddy found a company that makes diapers for adult Littles with sensitivities. They are as comfortable as diapers can be without tight elastic around my thighs and the horrifying sound of Velcro every time he changes me.

“Color me a pretty picture while I get dinner ready, Baby girl.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I manage to say without too much exasperation in my voice. The way he chuckles tells me I wasn’t very successful.

I try to focus on the paper and staying inside the lines while he cooks. I can’t help but grin and glance at him every time I tuck a crayon back in the box and choose another. It’s hard to keep them upright because he removed all the red-shaded ones before he gave me the box. He’s the best.

Daddy put all the ingredients for baked potato soup in the crockpot last night and had it ready so all I had to do was turn it on low at lunchtime and now it’s ready. It smells so good when he takes off the lid. My stomach grumbles.

“Did you talk to your mom during lunch, princess?” he asks as he fills our bowls. He knows I always talk to my mom at lunchtime. I was doing that before we met too.

“Yes. My parents are going away this weekend.” I smile. Until recently, it never really occurred to me that my parents have rarely taken time for themselves in twenty-two years because of me. Now that I have Chase, they know they can leave, and I’ll be fine. In fact, Chase has gone with me to my parents’ for dinner every Sunday since we got together. He says it’s important.

I hate that I’ve been such a burden on them. I hate even more that I didn’t really realize it until the last few weeks.

Daddy sets our bowls down before cupping my face and tipping my head back. “Good for them.”

“Yeah.” My smile broadens. “I think they love you more than me already.”

He chuckles. “No, they don’t, Baby girl. They just trust me to keep you safe and happy, that’s all.” He bends over and kisses my forehead.

Instead of pulling back like I expect him to, he trails kisses down to my lips and gives me a mind-blowing lingering kiss there that leaves me panting as he continues down my neck and my chest before kissing both nipples and then suckling one into his mouth.

I’m panting as I drop my crayon on the table and thread my fingers in his hair. “Daddy…” My voice is deep and husky and needy.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop and sits in his seat as if nothing happened.

“Daddy!”

“What?” He’s grinning, though, as he glances at my breast. “You better not wipe my kiss off, princess. You’ll hurt my feelings.”

I shiver. My nipple is all wet and tingly, and he wants me to let it air dry? I’m going to self-combust. My pussy is wet too. I try to squeeze my legs together, but of course that’s not possible around the bulk of my diaper.


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