I whimper again. I knew this was coming. He even told me so when he left my crib a few minutes ago. Still, I’m not ready. This is another big step.
I’m tired though, which Daddy knows. So I’m not going to be able to fight him on this. Not now.
I’m flailing a bit, and Daddy manages to clasp my wrist with his free hand and hold it against my belly. “Open up, Little one. You need the nourishment and then a nap.”
I haven’t napped in years, but he’s right. I’m struggling to hold on to wakefulness. I part my lips and let the nipple in. It’s odd. A strange firm ring settles inside my mouth, and when I close my teeth, they end up inside the rubber ring. It’s like a nightguard almost. It’s keeping me from biting into the nipple.
It takes me a moment to figure out how to flatten my tongue to the nipple before I finally suck. Warm milk fills my mouth, startling me that he’s heated it. It’s not milk exactly either. It’s some other substance. Formula. It’s like a protein smoothy. It tastes good, and I realize I’m hungry, so I eagerly suck it down.
The bottle is big. After a few minutes, I start to get sleepy, and I don’t want any more.
Daddy jiggles the bottle. “Stay awake, Little one. You need to finish all of the formula.”
I whimper and shake my head, drawing my knees up at the same time.
Daddy slides my hand down and sets it between his knees, gripping my fingers so I can’t free myself. His hand comes back to my belly and slides up to my breast. He pinches one of my nipples. Hard.
I gasp and try to escape his fingers to no avail.
“Focus on the bottle, baby girl. I’ll help you stay awake until it’s gone.”
I blink at him, realizing he’s going to help me stay awake by tormenting my tender titty.
When he gives another sharp squeeze, I start sucking again. About a third of the bottle remains. It seems like way too much.
“It’s just the right amount, baby girl. You’re going to start out this summer completely bottle fed. The perfect balance of nutrition and calories has already been determined for your size and weight. When we go to the pediatrician tomorrow, he’ll verify the amounts, but you need to get used to drinking exactly what Daddy gives you.”
I shudder as I continue to suck the milk. It’s hard. I don’t want anymore. And I’m so tired.
Daddy pinches my nipple a few more times when I slow down, but not as hard as before. Just enough to keep me focused.
Finally, it’s all gone, and he sets it aside. “There. You did it. What a good girl.” He pulls me closer to his chest and rocks me as I drift off. In a moment, he stands and carries me to my crib. He settles me on my back and rubs my full belly. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl.” He’s smiling broadly.
I can’t help but smile back. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmur, feeling very happy that I’ve pleased him.
“Sleep now, Little one. Daddy will be back to get you after your nap.”
I’m vaguely aware of the side of the crib coming up before I succumb to a deep sleep.
Chapter Four
I wake up confused and scared, uncertain where I am. I glance around without moving as my memory reminds me I’m on Regression Island in our rental house in a nursery in my crib.
I panic for only a moment as I recall the events of the day. I’d gone down for a nap. The room is bright, so it it’s still daylight outside.
My legs are parted, but when I try to bring them together, I come up short. Lifting my hands to figure out what’s trapping my thighs, the rest of my predicament rushes into place. The bulk between my legs is a diaper.
I shiver as I slide my hands up my body. Other than the diaper, I’m naked. I cup my breasts as if to shield myself, palming them while I try to calm down.
Suddenly the door opens, and Daddy is at my side. He leans over the edge of the crib. “Did you have a nice nap, baby girl?”
I nod.
He reaches for my wrists and pulls my hands from my chest. “Remember what I said about touching yourself, Little one,” he admonishes. “I can’t watch you all the time you’re sleeping. If I can’t trust you, I’ll have to restrain your wrists.”
I shudder, my nipples stiffening. At no point in our relationship have we ever spent as much time discussing bondage. We’ve dabbled. I liked it. But this is new, and I’m somewhat shocked by the level of my reaction to every suggestion.
I draw my knees up and inward, unable to pull them very close together. Once again, I’m aware of my bladder, but this time, I know what has to happen. It’s not surprising after the amount of formula I drank before this nap.
