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Authors note: Hello everyone! I’m excited to tell you I’ve finished my first honest to goodness (or uh, maybe badness?) DDLG kink story! I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!
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“Whee,” Jaley squealed. “Go that way! No, wait, go that way! No, um, actually, I want to go that way!”
I stopped to adjust my grip, hiking her up to get a better hold on her legs.
“Daddy, you’re not being a very good horsey. I said go that way,” Jaley commanded imperiously.
I crooked my head to cast a baleful eye back up at her. I usually enjoyed carrying my wife around like the little princess she was, but the wild sparkle in her eye and her authoritarian tone told me she was feeling more like a queen.
“Slow down, kitten. I’m just making sure you don’t fall and get an ouchy.”
“You can’t talk back. You’re just a horsey!”
Ah, there she goes. She was normally good, but sometimes she just got a little too big for her britches… er, I guess her diapers, in this case.
I started to walk in the direction she pointed out and spoke slowly, infusing my words with that hint of warning to let her know she was treading dangerous waters.
“Careful how you speak to your horsey, Little One. Keep up that tone and your horsey will be the one riding you.”
I felt her legs momentarily clench around my neck and heard the excited puff of breath. I figured she would have that reaction. She only got so ‘adventurous’ with my limits when she was feeling like that.
She harrumphed, trying to feign ignorance at the implications. I chuckled inwardly at the façade. I knew what was going through that little brain of hers. I knew how to play her little game. She would test me, and poke at me, trying to get me to give her what she wanted without telling me flat out like a big girl. It was part of the reason I kept her in diapers. Well, that and her insistence that she needed them, not that I disagree. I decided to play along with her. I wanted to see how far she would go to provoke me. I reached the end of the hall, and waited for Her Crinkly Majesty’s next command. All of a sudden, I felt a warm feeling blossom across the back of my head. I stood bolt upright. Jaley began giggling uncontrollably. Did she really just…
“Did you just wet,” I asked incredulously.
“Hmmmmm, nope! It’s all on your head. Er, I mean, in it,” She held a hand to her tummy and fell into a fit of laughter.
Why was it that my little brat always seemed to know just the right buttons to push? I reached up and pulled her around, holding her against my chest. She draped her arms around my neck and smiled up at me innocently.
“Oh, hi, Daddy. Have you seen my horsey? I think I might have pissed him off.”
I returned her innocent smile and tightened my grip around her. She had no idea what that little pun was going to cost.
“I think I saw him run into the bathroom,” I said, starting to trudge in that direction.
“Why would a horsey use a bathroom? That’s silly.”
I set her down on the floor and turned the spigot just slightly, letting a thin but steady trickle of warm water flow into the bathtub. That done, I turned to her, lunging forward to grab her shoulders and pull her in. She yelped and began to rub against me seductively, biting her thumb and running a hand along my body.
“Oh no Daddy. Aw you gonna punish me now?”
I undid the snaps to her overalls and let it fall to the floor, stripping away her modesty until she stood only in her puffy, slightly yellowed, diaper.
Jaley took the initiative and bent over against the wall, sticking out her rear and waving it tantalizingly as she giggled. “I’m ready when you are, Daddy.”
I stepped forward and carefully undid the tapes to her diapers. Luckily, she was wearing a Bunny Hopps and the velcro came away easily. I carefully set the diaper down and stung her bottom with a slap.
“Get in the tub,” I growled.
“The tub? But—” she said, confused. I’d never done anything with the tub before. This wasn’t something she’d been expecting.
“Get in the tub or I’m sending you to bed with a laxative smoothie and double diapers.”
Eyes widening, she hurried to comply and stood with the warm water trickling around her feet.
“Now lay down and spread your legs.”
Jaley looked at me, vague understanding dawning on her face. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now put your little button underneath the water. There you go. How does that feel?”
Jaley bit her lip and made herself more comfortable. “It feels nice. It’s kind of warm and makes me feel tingly.”
“That’s good,” I said.
“May I touch myself?”
Jaley pouted fiercely. “Why not?”
“Because, you little brat muffin, someone thought it was a good idea to test their Daddy’s limits and earned themselves a punishment.”
Jaley apparently couldn’t resist the urge to get in another quip. “Oh, well you better go find them, then. I’m a good girl.” She looked me straight in the eye and began to reach down.
I gently but firmly grabbed her wrist, stopping the insolent action in its tracks. “That just earned you another five minutes.”
Her eyes narrowed in interest. “Five minutes? Err, uh, Daddy, five minutes on top of what?”
“Oh, I’m not sure. I think you had earned about 15 minutes before, so that makes it an even 20.”
Her eyes widened and she began to plead, trying to appeal her sentence. “Please, Daddy, can you just spank me instead? I’ll be good after, I promise.”
I chuckled. “If you’ll be good after a spanking, I’ll just spank you after your punishment is over. That way you’re EXTRA good.”
She groaned as the water continued to stream over her princess parts, giving her enough stimulation to feel pleasurable but not nearly enough to achieve any kind of release.
“I’m going to start the timer now, and I want to see your hands on your legs. Keep them spread for the entire 20 minutes. Move them once, I’ll restart the time, and you’ll be here until you get it right.”
Jaley whimpered, knowing there was no way out. “Yes, Daddy.”
Five minutes in and she was whining non-stop. I knew the fluids streaming down the drain contained more than water.
Ten minutes in and she was biting her lip and shaking her head, trying to find a corner of her mind to hide in. I grinned wickedly and decided to return her earlier wit with some of my own. “Water you shaking your head for, baby? I thought you wanted to be punished.”
She moaned and threw her head back. “Please let me touch myself, Daddy. It tickles so much. I want to touch, pleaaaase.”
At fifteen minutes the flesh of her thighs was bunched tightly beneath her hands as she held them in a death grip. I felt my heart, and a certain other organ, swell a bit at the sight. She was trying so hard to accept her punishment.
“Three… two… one.”
Jaley immediately scooted back, her hand shooting down between her legs to rub at her aching mound. Pocketing my phone, I interrupted her furious ministrations, standing her up and toweling the sweat and water from her body before taping her back up in her slightly used diaper. She protested a little, but meekly accepted it. She wanted to be a bratty baby slut. I was going to make her one. I gave her head an affectionate pat and lifted her up, carrying her off to our bed.
The click of me closing door to our room signaled two things. One, she was no longer an adult, with a professional life and respected authority. And two, neither was I. She didn’t need a professional adult right now. Right now, she needed something else. I threw her tiny frame onto the bed and pinned her to the sheets. I took a firm grip on her throat, not too hard, just enough to let her know who was in charge, and whispered harshly into her ear “This is what you get when you play bratty games, little one,”
She moaned beneath me and writhed against my body. I slid my hand down her thigh and cupped the crotch of her diaper, roughly rubbing the sodden padding into her needy princess parts. Without warning, I delivered a stinging swat to the front of her diaper, causing her to jump in surprise. I knew it didn’t hurt much with the thick garment protecting her. That wasn’t the point.
“Is this what you wanted? Hmm? You wanted me to spank your needy cunt instead of taking your punishment like a good girl?”
Her response was to shove her hips against the hand cupping her aching kitty.
I growled and spanked her again. Her excited whimpers and pleading whines were driving me into a frenzy. I could feel the hot blood pulsing through my cock.
I pulled up. “Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I growled in warning. My lusty haste made me fumble a bit with the button to my pants but a couple seconds later I was undressed. I reached over her and grabbed the items I needed from the drawer in our nightstand: her favorite pacifier, and a small handheld remote. Jaley watched me from the bed, and I could literally see her shivering with anticipation. I was glad I put her diapers back on. If I hadn’t, she would have likely been laying in a puddle of her own need right about now. Her pacifier was a simple affair, a small dummy with the cartoon imprint of a cat on the front and two straps to hold it in place. Securing the pacifier gag over her mouth, I slipped the remote into one of her hands. It had one relatively large button, and would emit an insistent beeping when pushed. It served as our safe word whenever I decided to take away her big girl words. Big girl words were what had gotten her into this mess. The only thing that could get her out were little ones. Little moans, little whines, little screams of passion and unrestrained desire.
With her big girl voice properly sealed away, I flipped Jaley over onto her tummy and straddled her legs. “Hold your arms above your head, little one. There’s a good baby.”
She did as she was told, holding up her hands atop the pillows at the head of our bed. The position helped to restrict her movements and reinforce her helplessness. Additionally, it gave me a clear view of the remote in her hand. It was unlikely the battery would run out, but it never hurt to be careful.
I pulled the padding of the diaper aside and slapped my cock against her diapered bottom.
“Beg for it.”
She tried so hard to beg. To plead for me to fill her up and take away the burning need I had nurtured between her legs. The only things that made it through the gag were a pathetic series of whines and groans.
I shook my head and chuckled. “Sorry, little one, I can’t understand dumb little horny babies. Could you repeat that?”
She whined and tried to wiggle her hips. Her diaper crinkled lasciviously.
“Do you want me to put this,” I slapped it against her again, “inside you?”
She nodded so hard and fast I was a little worried she would strain a muscle.
“Well, you should have just said so, silly baby.”
I placed a hand on the base of her neck and pulled her diaper aside. Slowly, patiently, I worked myself inside her. I could feel her shudder with pent up satisfaction. My wife let out a series of indescribable animal grunts and squeaks as she felt me stretch her out. I savored that feeling for a few moments. Feeling her grip me, so intimately, and giving her a moment to adjust. I slapped the side of her bottom not protected by the diaper, reminding her that this was still a punishment, or at least supposed to be one. I pulled back with equal patience, letting the anticipation build, before suddenly slamming back into her. I felt her convulse and shudder as the first orgasm rocked her body. She pushed her face into the mattress and let out a high-pitched whine of satisfaction.
“Did that feel good, baby? Good, because Daddy isn’t going to stop until you’ve satisfied him. Enjoy it, princess bratty butt.”
With that, I began to pound away at her helpless sex. I slammed into her with wild abandon and reveled in the succession of spasms and shudders that roiled through her. Fuck. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last. I was so fucking turned on my cock felt like it had turned into iron. I felt another wave of pleasure rip through her prostrate form, feeling her walls clench around me. She was so fucking tight. The dull thump of my balls slapping against her diaper echoed throughout the room as I continued to take her. Jaley was panting heavily beneath me, her breath hitched every time I pulled back, and heaved as I slammed back into her. She was adorable. Squeaking, shivering, wanton little bundle of fun that she was. I felt the familiar tingle building in my pelvis. The coiled knot of electricity building with every clench, every thrust, every shudder. I leaned down to her neck and let my breath rasp against her. “Beg me to finish inside you. Beg me to fill your diaper. Beg me so you can feel Daddy drip out of you. I know you like feeling wet down there. That’s why you asked me to put you in diapers, like the little… baby… slut you are.” I felt the knot begin to tighten.
“MMMMMMMFFF peeevv, dddy, pvvveevve,” she choked out around the gag.
My pelvis suddenly clenched and the first wave hit me. Her princess parts hungrily took it in, milking every ounce as an explosion of color burst behind my eyes. My body jerked, and shuddered with hers as we came together. Finally, mercifully, it ended, and I groaned as I pulled out and flopped onto the bed beside her. I lay there panting and drew her into my arms. Placing her head against the crook of my shoulder, I slowly ran my fingers through her hair. She sighed contentedly. Her diaper was ruined, filled with a mix of fluids you would only find in the padding of the naughtiest littles. I could change her when the feeling came back to my legs. For now, I simply laid there, idly petting her hair and watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She looked up and me through glazed eyes and I knew my good girl was back.
“Tank’ u Daddy,” she whispered happily.
“You’re welcome, princess. Let’s try to stay good for a whole week this time, okay?”
She giggled into my chest and peeked up, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I twy.”
I chuckled. Ok, maybe she wasn’t quite back, she was still a little brat. I couldn’t change that, but she was my brat and I loved her for it. Besides, there was always next time.
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