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“Shhh, shhhh,” he comforted, putting down the brush and rubbing her bottom with his hands. “All done. You were very good and Daddy is proud of you for how well you took your spanking.”

His affirming words were met with shallow, breathy hiccups and deep calming breaths.

When the cries had dulled from wracking sobs to whimpers, he pulled her into his lap in a sitting position, with her bottom resting in the empty space between his legs. Just as he’d promised, he wiped her tears and kissed her face, holding her close and telling her what a good girl she was and how well she’d taken her spanking.

He knew she thought the punishment was over, and he felt bad for not communicating what he intended, but the decision had come to him mid-spanking. She had a safeword, and he reminded her of that as he picked her up and walked toward the changing table.

“D-Daddy. What are you doing?” Her eyes were wide with panic as they met his, but she limply allowed him to lay her on the table, and simply stared up at him waiting for an answer.

“I know we said your Little isn’t super Little, but I think you need to remember what happens to Little girls who get too big for their britches. They get smaller britches.” As he said this, he leaned down and removed a diaper and wipes from the drawer.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he shushed her with a finger to her lips. “You have a safeword,” he reminded her, as he removed her still-around-her-thighs panties and pushed her dress up so it wasn’t in the way. “You can use it if you need to, sweetie, but this is just something we are trying. It’s for lunch and naptime only, so it would mean a lot if you would accept it and try to understand why Daddy thinks you need this.”

When she said nothing, he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air.

Chapter 13

Lizzie

An hour before, she would have said that lying flat on her back while Ace slipped a diaper under her red, sore bottom was her worst nightmare. Now she just wasn’t sure. The spanking had sucked. It was not an experience she wished to repeat anytime soon. But it had done something to her she couldn’t explain, stripping away the last of her reservations and inhibitions. The brush had been hell on her bottom, pure hell, but somehow the pain being so intense had put her in a place she didn’t know she could go. She felt Little. Tiny in her Daddy’s arms, younger, and needy, and not at all hindered by worries of what he might think of her or what she would think of herself.

She’d had a moment of panic when he held up the diaper and told her what was going to happen, but when he reminded her she had a safeword and asked her to trust him, she melted. Even more, she admitted to herself that she was curious what it would be like to have someone take care of her so completely that they handled even her body’s most basic needs and instincts. She couldn’t imagine that. And she did worry that later, when it came time for him to change her, she might not feel as Little as she currently did, or she might just be purely mortified. A dry diaper was one thing, but a wet one was quite another. She figured the way around that was just not to use it. Daddy hadn’t said she had to, just that she had to wear it.

So she nodded her consent, and lifted her hips as he slid the scratchy fabric under her achy, tender bottom. The aggressive scratchiness of the material was the worst part, and she immediately tried to wiggle away from the feeling, but Daddy held her in place.

“Your bottom doesn’t feel good because you were naughty,” he reminded her. “The aftereffects are part of the punishment.”

Immediately chastised and put back in her place, she stopped fighting as he took a wipe and wiped her privates. “Very wet, little girl,” he said, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Did your spanking make your pussy wet and needy?”

Her cheeks burned as she nodded, watching in fascination as Ace reached down and adjusted himself. At least she wasn’t the only one turned on. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, but she knew he wouldn’t. Not when she was Little like this, and there was no way in hell she could be Big. So she said nothing else as he tucked the diaper around her sides and pulled the tabs tight. When he was finished, he took her hands and helped her sit, then lifted her into his arms. The scratchy fabric of the diaper, plus his hands around her bottom as he held her were a special, achy, delicious kind of hell.

But when he whispered in her ear, all the naughty things he’d do to her later in the dark, every bit of pain was worth it. Her pussy throbbed as she thought about his cock.

He carried her to the table and sat her down—even though sitting was the absolute last thing she currently wanted to do—and placed a call to room service for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, with a side of crackers, and a bowl of fruit.

It was more food than she could even think about eating, and all she wanted to do now was sleep. Her eyes were heavy and burned from crying and her body felt weary with exhaustion. Maybe she’d been ready for a nap after all, and the fight she’d put up over it had been for nothing. Or maybe the spanking had worn her out and was the only reason her body craved sleep. She was pretty sure she’d never know for sure.

The food came quickly, thank god, and as she sat at the table, looking at the plate Ace had set in front of her, all she wanted to do was cry. She was hungry, and she knew she needed to eat, but the thought of it was exhausting. She looked at the food with tears welling in her eyes and her Daddy jumped into action.

“What’s wrong, little one?”

She didn’t know how to explain everything going on in her head, so she just shook it, squinting back tears.

“Lizzie, baby… what’s wrong? Tell Daddy.”

She shook her head again and his next words stopped her downward spiral of emotion before it could begin.

“Remember, little one. Your rule is to tell Daddy all the things so he can figure out the best way to help you.”

Rule. She hated that word. Following rules was important, though and she wanted to please her Daddy so she drew a shaky breath and tried to explain. “I’m so tired,” she cried. “And so hungry. But also I feel super super Little and needy, and confused and I have all these big emotions and I don’t know what to do with them.” She hung her head, resisting the urge to push her plate out of the way so she could lay it on the table.

“Oh, sweetie, come here.” Ace held out his arms, and she all but fell into them without even ever leaving her seat. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her easily as if she were weightless into his lap.

“See, sweetie, these are problems Daddy can easily fix, so it’s good that you told me your feelings.” He pushed his plate out of the way, and pulled hers in front of him, picking up half the sandwich and holding it to her lips. “Take a bite,” he prompted. “Daddy will feed you.”

Lizzie blinked. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had ever fed her, except when she was nine and she broke her arm and couldn’t hold a fork in her right hand for weeks. This felt different than that.

Opening her mouth she took a small, tentative bite and chewed slowly.