Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I shuffle next to Daddy. I’ll admit to being a bit concerned about this plan. That’s the point, of course. It’s one thing for me to wear a loose T-shirt with no bra. It’s another thing entirely for me to wear a tight tank top with no bra.
When we reach the corner, Daddy helps me onto a raised platform, turns me to face the room, and grabs the hem of my shirt. “Arms up, Baby girl.”
I shudder as I obey him. There are a few other customers in the store, and they turn to look at me. It’s so hard not to cover myself. There’s something very different between exposing my bottom to Littles and Daddies at the BDSM club and standing on a platform with nothing covering my breasts in a public boutique.
“Clasp your hands behind your back, Amelia,” Daddy orders.
My face heats as I do as I’m told. Disobeying him really isn’t an option. I’d rather walk naked down the street than disobey my Daddy. Oddly, though the other patrons glance at me, none of them pay much attention, so this behavior must not be overly uncommon.
Daddy sets the diaper bag on the floor next to the platform, unzips it, and pulls out a tube of something. After flipping the top, he squeezes a bit of it onto his pointer and then squats in front of me to rub it into my nipples.
I gasp. It’s cold, and it tingles, plus he’s playing with my nipples in public. “Daddy…”
He lifts a brow as he applies more of the ointment to his finger. “Do you remember what the doctor said, Amelia?”
I nod.
He gives me a narrowed look.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“What did he suggest, Baby girl?”
“That you put a stimulant on my titties so they will be hard in public.” I feel younger than ever right now. I’m submitting deeper. My heart is racing.
“Pull your shoulders back, Amelia,” he commands.
I arch my chest toward him and anyone else who wants to watch.
“Good girl. Why did the doctor suggest I keep your titties hard and obvious, Amelia?”
“To embarrass me,” I murmur. I’m certainly embarrassed, and the doctor was right. I’m also unbelievably aroused. The thought of people watching me is making my pussy wet, and I’m still dripping Daddy’s come, which is so naughty by itself that I’m constantly aware of it.
“And what did he suggest I do if you misbehave in public?”
I swallow hard because the woman has arrived with several shirts on hangers in her hand. She waits next to us.
Daddy lifts my chin so I’m facing him. “Answer Daddy. What might be a good form of discipline for Amelia when she’s naughty?”
I draw in a breath and whisper, “To spank my titties.”
“Louder, Baby girl. I didn’t hear you.”
I’m trembling. Part of me realizes most people, especially Littles, wouldn’t enjoy this sort of humiliation, but I’m apparently not like other people. My nipples are growing harder by the second, partly from the stimulant but also because the shop owner is watching me get reprimanded.
I meet Daddy’s gaze. “The doctor thinks I might respond better if you spank my titties or my pussy instead of my bottom.”
“Good girl.” He leans forward and kisses me briefly before turning toward the woman with the shirts and choosing one. “Arms up.”
I lift my arms and let him pull a thin white tank top over my head. It has spaghetti straps and it fits snuggly down to my diaper, accentuating my breasts. Not only are my nipples prominent, but the shirt is thin enough that everyone can see the darker hue of them.
Daddy adjusts the shirt a few times and then nods. “That will work perfectly.” He turns toward the salesperson. “We’ll definitely take this one. Do you mind if she wears it?”
“Of course not. It looks like the perfect choice for her.” She rifles through the others she’s holding and hands Daddy three more. “These are similar options.”
Daddy looks at them and nods. “We’ll take those, too. Thank you.”
After tucking my other shirt into the diaper bag, Daddy turns me around so I face the mirror. I’m shocked by my appearance. I’m kind of skinny because I never eat enough. My breasts are on the small side and usually so are my nipples. Between the stimulant and the tight shirt, my nipples look enormous. My areolas are well-defined, too.
The doctor was right. This pushes my limits and leaves me trembling with need. I’d like Daddy to strip me naked again and fuck me silly.
Daddy lets me pick out a few hair bows before we check out, and when we step out of the store back onto Main Street, I look around and realize most Littles do not have their titties so prominently displayed. Is there something different about me that makes me need to be humiliated?