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“This is Daddy’s little helper.”
He pressed the small device against her clit gently, and it buzzed to life. She might’ve jumped off the table if she hadn’t been strapped down. As it was, she squeaked and tried to close her legs. Daddy switched the vibe off and shook his head.
“Uh-uh, Cricket. Don’t be a naughty girl or I’ll have to spank your bottom again. Not just for maintenance. Now spread your legs nice and wide for Daddy.”
Cricket whimpered around her paci but did as she was told, hooking her feet around the outside of the pad. Daddy put the little vibrator back on her clit, and it was only a few seconds of mechanical humming later that her hips were bucking and twisting.
It felt so good, and she was already incredibly aroused, so it didn’t take long for the orgasm to build. Daddy hadn’t given her any rules about climaxes yet and she couldn’t ask so she looked at him with desperate eyes and hoped he’d understand.
“That’s it,” he told her, smoothing her hair back with the hand that wasn’t holding the vibe. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
Cricket closed her eyes and felt her muscles tighten more and more and more until something snapped. Everything inside her pulsed with the rhythm of her sped up heartbeat, and she made a helpless noise behind her pacifier, her eyes flying open so she could look at her Daddy again.
“Such a pretty babygirl, and so well behaved. Coming just like Daddy told you to.”
She pushed at the vibe because she’d ridden out her climax and the toy didn’t feel good anymore. All of her felt oversensitive and squishy like a peeled grape. She was glad when Daddy bent to kiss her forehead and then pressed his lips to hers, murmuring praises in between.
Daddy nuzzled and kissed her, and his gentleness eased her down from her orgasm. She wasn’t quite sleepy, but she could see how it would be possible to sleep now, unlike before when she’d just been too wired with lust. Her Daddy was so clever.
“There, that’s better. I think you’re settled down enough that I can get you diapered without worrying you’re going to get it soaked right away.”
So mortifying, but he was probably right. He wiped between her legs again, and this time seemed satisfied. Then he took a big rectangle of oatmeal colored cloth that looked puffy and soft, and held her ankles up again to slide it under her bottom. Before he brought the front up between her thighs, he took a plastic canister and sprinkled some powder over her pussy.
“You’re so beautiful, Cricket. And so sexy. The way you look is just—” He shook his head as if to clear it. “The things I would do to you right now if I didn’t have to get you back to sleep…”
If he wanted her diaper to stay dry, that was not a good thought to put in her head. Now she’d be thinking about all the things she’d like her Daddy to do to her.
But he was back to business, attending to her. After Daddy folded the ends of the cloth over her tummy and pinned them there, the cotton felt impossibly thick between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. He pulled a colorful cover over it all and fastened some snaps to keep it closed, and the result was that her bottom was thickly padded—the diaper was bulky and made her legs splay awkwardly.
“There you go, Cricket. Such a good girl, wearing a nice, thick diaper. Let’s sit you up so we can get you tucked back into bed.”
Sitting on the changing table was even more awkward than lying down had been. The diaper pushed on her tummy and her legs were spread because the thick padding was forcing them apart.
“Arms up. You need to put your nightgown on. Let go of your paci so it doesn’t get tangled in your pjs.”
After plucking the paci from her mouth, Daddy pulled a flimsy garment over her head. It was lilac and silky with some pretty white lace at the neckline, the hem, and on the thin straps that went over her shoulders.
Daddy helped her hop down with hands on her hips, and standing turned out to be really awkward. She felt like her feet were too far apart and she had to bend her knees. Also her nightgown barely skimmed her hips and certainly didn’t cover her diaper. Daddy probably meant it that way, though. Everything he did was on purpose.
“You having some trouble, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy. My diaper is too big.”
“Your diaper is just right, love bug. But if you’re uncomfortable, I bet crawling would feel better.”
“Crawling?” she echoed.
“That’s what babygirls do,” he told her. “Especially ones who wear diapers.”
She whimpered, unsure of whether she didn’t want to crawl or she did.
“Why don’t you try it, Cricket? Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to your crib with Daddy.”
Cricket had crawled before as part of scenes, but it had always been framed as a submissive act, not a Little one. She supposed this was a mix of both which is maybe why her brain flooded with all the good things when she sank to all fours and looked up at her Daddy.
“What a good girl you are,” he praised with a warm, open smile. “And you look so pretty. Now let’s see how it feels when you crawl. Come with Daddy.”
She trailed after him and with every movement, Cricket could feel herself regressing further and further. If Daddy wasn’t careful, she’d find herself unable to crawl.
