He waited for her to respond. Instead, a few seconds later, she slumped against his chest, dropping her head to his shoulder. Rocky held her snug and swayed slowly to each side. Her breath gushed out in an audible sigh, and he felt her relax even more.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Some days I don’t feel like a good girl,” she whispered. “I don’t try to be bad, but something inside me says,I don’t have to do that.”
“I suspected that’s what’s happening. You’ve had to make so many decisions for so long it’s hard to let someone else help you.”
“What if you make the wrong decision?” she asked, leaning back to look at him.
“Being a Daddy doesn’t give you all the answers. It does give you a protective perspective. If I make a mistake, I’ll always err on the side of keeping you happy and healthy,” Rocky shared.
“And Little?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“If I’m shaved, are you going to make me wear diapers?”
“Sometimes, yes. Am I going to put you in diapers and announce that to the world? No. There are secrets that Daddies and Littles have.”
“Oh! Like being smooth?”
“Yes. I’ll know. You’ll know. And Dr. Richards will know.”
“He looks at everything,” she whispered and blushed.
Rocky loved the faint glow of pink on her cheeks. He’d set up a physical with the doctor next month and written it in red on the calendar. They’d already had many conversations about what that appointment would be like. Melissa knew Dr. Richards would check her from head to toe.
When the blood tests results came back, a courier had delivered a large cannister of supplements for her to take. Suppositories, of course. She hadn’t remembered him taking blood, but her Daddy did. She must have enjoyed that medicated pacifier too much.
“Can I have another pacifier when I go?” she asked.
“I’ll be sure to ask. I bet Dr. Richards would be glad to help you relax.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t probe any further. Melissa had decided she would go to Dr. Richards. However that decision came about, he wasn’t going to argue.
“Ready for your bath, Little girl?”
“Can I have bubbles?”
“You bet. I’ll even show you a very special room when you’re finished,” Rocky promised.
“That locked one?” she asked.
“You’ve tried to peek in there, hmmm?”
“I had to try. Is it a torture room?”
“No, sweetheart. It’s a nursery. Very Little girls get to play in there,” he explained. “Now that you feel better, you can have fun in there.”
“Can we hurry, Daddy? I want to see my nursery. It’s mine, right?” she asked.
“I added small touches over the last few days to make it completely yours. Let’s get you clean and shaved so we can check it out.”
She practically dragged him to the bathroom.
Rubbing a hand over the frilly layers on her panties, Melissa controlled her desire to twirl. After shaving her pussy, her Daddy had dressed her in the most adorable key lime dress that had white lace. She hadn’t wanted to wear a diaper until she’d seen the panties that fit over them. A diaper cover, her Daddy called it.
