Dinner is a rather lively affair. All the Littles seem completely comfortable in their highchairs, chatting away as their Daddies feed them. Even my Camilla seems mostly at ease, though at first she’s rather quiet, observing rather than joining in.
As the meal goes on, however, she sheds her initial shyness, laughing and teasing the other Littles and even her uncles. She manages to keep it respectful, though, and the few times she tiptoes up to the line, a single word of warning from me is enough to settle her down.
I wasn’t lying when I said she makes me proud to be her Daddy. My sweet Camilla Joy is polite and well-spoken and smart as a whip. And with her tiara on, the yellow stones catching the lights every time she moves, she looks exactly like her nickname. Like sunshine come to life, radiant and glowing.
When the last course has been swept away by Maxwell’s efficient staff, the man himself pushes to his feet, a wide grin on his face and a hush falls over the table. “As you all know, we have a very… unique tradition for welcoming new members intoour family. Donovan, Millie, we are so happy to have you join us tonight, and we look forward to many more family dinners, even if they aren’tquitelike this one.”
At his slight nod, I rise to my feet and unbuckle Millie from her highchair.
“Daddy? What’s going on?” There’s more confusion than fear in her voice, and that fact alone makes me grateful that I didn’t tell her more about what to expect tonight. There’s no point in upsetting her more than necessary.
“Don’t worry, sunshine. Daddy’s got you.”
Scooping her up in my arms, I carry her to the head of the table. Maxwell has already changed seats and has his own Little girl cradled on his lap. Victoria, as well as the other Littles, are all watching us with wide, expectant eyes.
My heart beats faster as I lay my Little one on the table, her golden hair fanning out around her worried face. “Daddy?”
“Shh, little one. Don’t worry about anyone else. Just focus on Daddy.”
Millie
Just focus on Daddy.
It’s a little hard when I’m spread out on the table like the next course, with our new “family” watching me with hungry eyes. Even harder when I hear the sound of my diaper being undone and I look down to see Daddy stripping the thick cotton away from me and handing it off to one of Uncle Maxwell’s staff.
Leaning forward, Daddy pops open the first few buttons on my dress and pulls my breasts free. Heat rushes to my face, but when I reach up to try and cover myself, Daddy smacks the backof my hand. Not hard, it barely even stings, but enough for me to get the message.
With my eyes locked on his, I slowly lower my arms back to my side.
“Good girl.” His voice is like a caress, and I shiver as it brushes over me, touching every inch of my exposed skin. “Keep your hands right there, little one. I want our family to see everything while you show them how much you enjoy it when Daddy hurts you.”
A sob rises in my throat as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another set of those damn clamps. But even though my nipples still ache from my exam, I don’t protest as he rolls them into hard points.
Unable to watch my own torture, I turn my head to the side. And am greeted with the sight of Tori, sweet, bubbly Tori, bouncing on her Daddy’s cock, her head falling back against his shoulder as she whimpers and gasps with pleasure.
She isn’t the only one. Craning my neck, I’m able to see Izzy splayed out much like me, her eyes closed as her Daddy thrusts into her. Juju is bent over the table, Uncle Jasper kneeling behind her, nibbling his way up the backs of her thighs as she wiggles and whines for more.
Then there’s Nelly, wide-eyed and clearly fascinated, kneeling over her Daddy’s thighs, her forearms braced on the table as she takes everything in.
And finally, Auntie Cat, one leg draped over the dining room chair, her bright red dress hiked up to her hips and her glistening fingers stroking her pussy.
Sharp, stabbing pain shoots through my breast and I arch up, crying out, tears burning my eyes. “Oh, Daddy, take it off! Take it off!”
“Shhh, little one. You can take it for me. You’re my good, brave girl.”
He barely gets the words out before fresh pain claws at me. My breaths come in soft gasps as my vision grays at the edges.
“Breathe, Camilla. Breathe.”
Closing my eyes, I focus on his voice. The familiar rumble of it, the firm, commanding tone that demands nothing less than my complete and total surrender.
Daddy’svoice.
I let it center me, anchor me to him as I struggle through the brutal initial agony of having my nipples clamped. And as he instructs me to breathe, as he tells me what a good job I’m doing for him, how proud he is of me, the pain ebbs, bit by bit.
Until, at last, I can finally drag in an easy breath. Forcing my eyes open again, I look up at him and smile. “I’m better now, Daddy.”
I’m rewarded with a smile of my own. “You’re such a good girl, Camilla. Are you ready for more?”
