“Good, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to help you come so your climax squeezes the medicine deep into your bottom.” He shifted her to lie on her back with her knees widely spread. “Such a beautiful little girl. Let’s see how many times you can come for me.”
“Okay.” That sounded good. Why would she ever turn pleasure down? A buzzing sound registered on the edges of herattention. Brooklyn didn’t pay attention to it until he trailed it through the pink folds of her pussy. She opened her eyes to see Caden caress her with a pink wand vibrator.
The view pushed her arousal even higher. It seemed so decadent to be displayed in front of him while he played on her body’s reactions. Already wet from him giving her medicine and the plug in her bottom, Brooklyn’s slick juices gushed from her, coating her skin as Caden teased her. When he tapped it on her clitoris, Brooklyn heard herself moan. The intermittent vibration made her lift her hips, following the stimulation when he lifted the device.
Caden relented and held the stimulator in place. Instantly, her muscles contracted, and her climax exploded, shaking her with its intensity. Before she could recover, he rekindled the thrilling sensations. When she couldn’t take any more, her daddy turned off the vibrator and soothed her with soft strokes on her skin. As she drifted off to sleep, Caden wiped away her slick juices and wrapped a diaper around her hips.
CHAPTER 19
“Hi, Zale. Thanks for calling to check on Brooklyn. She hasn’t needed any medicine for a week now.”
Brooklyn colored furiously as she eavesdropped on her daddy’s conversation. As happy as she was to be headache free, she was a bit sad she wouldn’t need the extra-close care Caden had lavished on her. She’d loved being super little for him. The medicine had erased her self-consciousness and allowed her to bask in his intimate attention.
After a slight pause, Caden continued, “I agree. She’s definitely on the path to feeling one hundred percent. Can I ask a question? That medicine helped Brooklyn’s tummy work more efficiently. Since she doesn’t need the painkiller in it now, is there anything you suggest injecting as an enema?”
She gave up pretending not to listen and jumped to her feet. She pulled on his shirt, furiously whispering, “No, Daddy. I don’t need that.”
“You have a mixture you create for the other Littles? How often should I use it?”
“Daddy,” she said, shaking her head.
Caden cradled his phone between his shoulder and jawline to free his hands. With a very stern glance, he steadied herhead, preventing her from rattling her brain around. “Alright, experiment to see what helps Brooklyn’s tummy most. Start with eight ounces every other Saturday or Sunday afternoon before she naps. Increase to twelve if needed before administering each week. Got it, Zale. Thank you for all your help.”
He released her and disconnected from the call. “That was naughty. Don’t interrupt Daddy when he’s on the phone.”
“I don’t want more medicine. I’m so much better. My head isn’t fuzzy at all,” she promised.
“I’ve noticed how much better you’re doing,” he said, meeting her gaze directly.
“I should never have told you that my stomach feels better,” Brooklyn muttered, vowing silently never to answer questions that might come back to haunt her. Unfortunately, he always distracted her into revealing information. She told him about her stomach problems after several orgasms thanks to that pink interrogation wand vibrator.
“Not telling Daddy the truth would add to your spanking list,” Caden warned and pointed at the prominently displayed paper displayed in the kitchen.
Their rules hung on the refrigerator. Brooklyn had four:
1. talk positivelyabout herself
2. tell the truth
3. let Daddy know where she is
4. no standing on the furniture.
Caden had three:
1. listento his little girl
2. tell the truth
3. help Brooklyn be little.
Brooklyn really likedthe last one most on his list. Trusting Caden came easier now. He pushed her boundaries when she hesitated to act like she craved. She needed his help to get out of her head and simply be.
Wishing to stay positive, Caden had refused to list her punishments, but they had discussed several methods he might use to help her make better decisions. Spanking headed the list. A red number three magnet clung to the freezer to remind him to spank her for lying about the cups and leaving without telling him as well as her other delayed punishments.
“Isn’t it important that you feel your best?” Caden asked softly, studying her face.
Brooklyn dropped her gaze down to her pink socks. She didn’t want to answer him.
