His heavy sigh seems to shake the whole bed, but before I can celebrate my victory, I find myself flipped onto my stomach, the cool air of Daddy’s bedroom wafting over my bare thighs as he yanks my pajama bottoms down my legs.
“If I’m going to be up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning, I’m going to make it worth opening my eyes,” Daddy growls in my ear as he rips the diaper from me.
A shiver racks my body, but it’s a shiver of need rather than cold and I find myself instinctively raising my hips for his touch. But instead of the erotic pleasure of his fingers in my pussy, I feel a sharp pain spreading across my bottom.
“Owie, Daddy!” I whine, trying to wiggle away from his punishing hand. “I don’t wanna spankin’! I haven’t even been naughty!”
“I know, little runaway.” Again his hand cracks against my ass, layering heat and stinging pain over the existing burn. “This spanking isn’t because you’ve been naughty.”
“Then what—owie!—what’s it for?”
“Just because Daddy wants to.”
Oh. Well, okay then.
Over and over he swats me, until every inch of my bottom and my upper thighs is on fire.
And then he’s behind me, inside me, his giant cock filling and stretching my pussy with one swift thrust that drags a scream of both pleasure and pain from my throat. There is no gentleness, no finesse, only the primal movements of an animal claiming its mate as he fucks me, fast and furious. His hips snap against my burning bottom, each thrust reminding me of how thoroughly he spanked me, and it isn’t long until I come screaming for Daddy, my pussy clamping down around the thick length of him as pleasure courses through my veins.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” His voice is rough with need, like someone has rubbed sandpaper all along his vocal chords. “Keep milking Daddy’s cock just like that, babygirl.”
As if I have a choice. My body is no longer mine to command, and my pussy immediately spasms again at his growled order.
“That’s my good fucking girl. You weremadefor Daddy’s cock, Lanie. My perfect fucking fit.”
Something stirs in my chest, a funny fluttering feeling, and a smile curves my lips as he buries himself inside me, his roar of release echoing around us.
“C’mere, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Rolling off the bed, Daddy scoops me up into his arms. For once, he lets me use the toilet like a big girl, though he’s quick to let me know he’s just making an exception because we have places to be and not to get used to it.
Once my bladder is empty, he fills the tub with steaming water and pretty purple bubbles that smell like a summer’s day. Rubber duckies get added to the bath, and I spend several long minutes making them chase each other around the tub while Daddy scrubs every inch of me clean.
And as he washes me, the part of my brain that’s been screaming at me from the beginning to find a way to escape quiets even further, replaced by the part that is content to simply enjoy being Daddy’s baby. After all, why would I want to trade in a life where I don’t even have to worry about bathing myself for a life where I’m little more than the hired help and a baby machine?
With bath time finished, Daddy dries me off and carries me back to my nursery to pick out an outfit from the dozens of new clothes Uncle Max and Tori delivered. I choose the pretty overalls covered with flowers and a pink long-sleeved shirt. There’s a brief argument over the long underwear Daddy wantsme to wear, but six hard spanks to my bare bottom convince me that the extra layers are, indeed, necessary.
Daddy braids my hair in two French braids, one on either side of my head before carrying me down to breakfast.
“There’s our adorable little niece!” Auntie Gray declares, swooping in to pluck me right out of Daddies arms and cradle me in her own. “Are you ready for your trip into town, little one?”
“Yes, Auntie Gray! Are you coming with us?”
“I am. Me and your Uncle Bram. Won’t that be fun?”
Disappointment pricks at me. Of all my Uncles, Bram has been the hardest to get to know. Not because he’s mean or anything, he’s just… reserved. “What about the others?”
“Everyone else has work to do today. Don’t worry, though, you’ll have plenty of time to play with everyone when we get home.”
“All right,” I concede with a sigh. I’m tempted to throw a fit and demand that they all come to town with us, but instinct tells me all that will get me is grounded again with a sore butt.
Uncle Eli calls everyone for breakfast and we eat together, with me perched in the adult-sized highchair next to Daddy’s chair while he feeds me bites of eggs and waffles and fruit. The last of which is very much against my will, but Daddy threatens to not buy me any sweet treats in town and I crumble like a house of cards.
Finally, Daddy declares I’ve had enough to eat and we’re off. Daddy buckles me into the backseat of his truck with Uncle Bram, while Daddy and Auntie Gray take the front.
“What are you most looking forward to today, little one?” Uncle Bram asks as Daddy’s big black truck rumbles down the steep driveway to the road below.
“Oh. Um, I don’t actually know. What’s your favorite thing to do in town, Uncle Bram?”
