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Daddy came back in a few minutes just like he’d said he would. It had taken every ounce of self-control to not roll out of the crib and scurry out to the bathroom. Even though with her diaper being so thick, it would’ve been more of a waddle. But she didn’t relish the idea of being punished so she’d waited.
Now he was here with a wire caddy that held six grown-up sized baby bottles.
“Do you want Daddy to cuddle you in your crib while you take your morning bottles?”
“Yes, please.”
Her Daddy climbed into her crib and arranged some pillows so he could lean up against the rungs of the headboard, and then arranged her in the way she liked—her bottom was snug between the rails of the crib and his thighs and her legs extended over his lap. Then he snapped a bib around her neck and encouraged her to lean back against his arm.
While she’d love to sit in his lap for real, she tried to save that for special occasions. She worried so much about being too heavy that it took away a lot of the good feeling of being so close to him. It was a tradeoff she was willing to make.
The first bottle was a yucky green color. She wanted to refuse, but she didn’t want to get a naughty girl spanking so she let Daddy push the silicone nipple between her teeth, and she sucked gingerly.
That was a mistake. It tasted green and yucky too, and she spit it out onto the bib.
“Cricket! What a naughty girl. You don’t spit out what Daddy feeds you. You’re going to drink down the rest of this bottle and if you spit any more out, I’m going to swap out one of the water bottles for another green one.”
She had to think fast because she didn’t want to disobey but she also couldn’t stand the idea of having any more of that nasty green stuff in her mouth. Daddy had said not to spit it out, so if she never had it in her mouth, she wouldn’t be misbehaving. Right? It was worth a shot.
Cricket clamped her mouth shut and turned her face into her Daddy’s chest.
“Cricket.” Oh she didn’t know what to do when Daddy said her name in that tone of voice. It made her excited and a little sick all at the same time. “This is your last chance to be a good, obedient girl and let Daddy give you your bottles. If you continue to refuse, you’re going to take them anyway with an extra green bottle. You’ll also get a naughty girl spanking. You have until the count of three to face me and open your mouth. One. Two.”
Her brain was a mess. Maybe given more time she could’ve convinced herself to obey but three seconds wasn’t going to cut it.
“Three.”
Suddenly Daddy’s hand was in her hair and he was pulling her head back.
“How naughty are you going to be, Cricket? Does Daddy need to strap you down on the changing table to feed you or can you be good enough that you’re allowed to stay in Daddy’s lap?”
“I can be good enough, Daddy. Please.”
She liked being on the changing table, but this time it would feel like a punishment. Besides, there was no place she’d rather be than on her Daddy’s lap. If that was an option, she’d always take it.
“We’ll see,” he told her. “And since you haven’t been able to be a good, obedient babygirl and open your mouth to take your bottles, Daddy is going to help you with the first one.”
What did he mean? Wasn’t he already—
Oh. He’d taken something that vaguely resembled a binder clip from his pocket and held it up to her face while still gripping her hair. Cricket couldn’t turn her head even if she wanted to, plus she felt like she’d been badly behaved enough for one day.
Daddy pinched one side of the clip and the other side, which had rubber or silicone pads, opened and he settled it over her nose before letting it close.
“This clamp is going to help you keep your mouth open like a good girl. You’ll have a few sips of your green bottle and then we’ll take a break so you can breath. If you’re well-behaved, Daddy will take this off after your first bottle.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, trying not to sound like a goose with her nose clamped shut—unsuccessfully.
“Good girl. Now take a breath.”
She did, through her mouth, then Daddy pushed the nipple of the bottle back between her lips. He held it there and she sucked a bit of the icky green stuff down in a couple swallows, and then he let her breathe a few times before doing it again. Ugh, this was terrible because it was taking so long!
At last, she’d finished the green bottle, and he removed the nose clamp.
“Did you learn anything, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy. I learned to not disobey Daddy. Also that it would’ve been way easier and faster to drink the yucky stuff if you hadn’t clamped my nose.”
