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)
“Let me go grab them.” He raises the side of the crib as though I might fall out while he’s gone. When he returns, he has my suitcases, and he opens one of them on the floor of the nursery. “Jackpot. Let’s see… This bear?” He holds up my oldest most favorite teddy bear.
I grin. “Yes, Daddy. That one.”
“What’s his name?” Daddy asks as he tucks him under the covers with me.
“Jack.”
“Jack. Got it.” Daddy pats my tummy. “Oh, one more thing.” He turns toward the changing table along the wall and opens a drawer. When he returns, he’s holding up a pacifier. It’s pale blue with a rainbow on the front. “Have you ever tried a pacifier, Baby girl?”
“No, Daddy.”
He taps my lips with it. “I think you’ll like it. It will help you relax. A lot of Littles find it easier to slide into a deeper regression with a pacifier.”
I open my mouth and let him pop the nipple in between my lips. It’s awkward at first, but I start sucking, and my eyes droop. I’m really tired.
When I open my eyes, I’m confused for a few seconds. There are slats on both sides of me. The crib…
Daddy shows up in seconds and lowers the railing. “Hey, Amelia. Did you sleep well?”
I nod right before he pulls the pacifier from my mouth. He must have been right. I think I liked it. It soothed me.
Daddy palms my diaper and then frowns. “You need to wet yourself, Amelia,” he admonishes. “It’s especially important that you learn to let your body fully relax when you’re sleeping. I want to find your diapers soaked when you wake up.”
“I can’t make myself pee in my sleep,” I argue.
“You’ll learn to, Little one. It will become natural. At night, I’m going to give you a much larger bottle of formula. You won’t be able to hold it all night. It might cause you to wake up squirming when you realize you need to go potty, but after a few nights, you’ll wet yourself in your sleep without fully waking.”
I take a deep breath. “I’ll try.”
He smiles. “For now, you need to do more than try. I’m going to give you about one minute to empty your bladder before I discipline you.”
I don’t even want to ask how he intends to punish me. If he’s going to spank my pussy again, I might decide to hold my pee pee all the time. It stung, but it also made me feel alive.
“I can see your mind running, Baby girl. You might have enjoyed the little love pats I gave you with my palm this morning, but I don’t think you’ll like the feeling of having your clit swatted with a crop.” He lifts a brow.
I draw a deep breath in through my nose and bite my lip. The crop sounds scary. I don’t like the unknown. I release my lip. “Will you show me what it feels like, Daddy?”
He chuckles. “My girl is a bit of a masochist.”
“Maybe.”
He scoops me out of the crib and carries me to the changing table. Without a word, he straps my wrists down above my head and adds restraints below my breasts and across my tummy. Lastly, he bends my knees and pushes them wide before wrapping a soft nylon loop around my leg. It forces me to keep my knee bent, and he attaches it to the side of the changing table.
I’m so horny I might come by the time he has the other leg equally restrained. I still haven’t peed, but I don’t think that matters right now.
Daddy opens a drawer and takes something out before holding it up for me to see. It’s a brown leather crop. I’ve seen crops at the Dungeon many times. A lot of submissives enjoy them. I’ve never been struck by one, but I’ve been curious about how it might feel. They can leave a bright red raised welt wherever they land. I’ve seen the red raised squares on people’s butts or thighs. I’ve never seen someone get cropped on their nipples or pussy.
Daddy drags the tip across my belly and up the swell of my breast before flicking it over my nipple.
I arch my chest and whimper. I want more of whatever he’s offering. My nipples are so hard they ache.
When Daddy lifts the crop up and brings it down on my titty with a whoosh, the sting takes my breath away. I don’t even blink for long seconds. My titty throbs. The burn is intense, and I don’t think he struck me with anywhere near the amount of force he could have.
Daddy flicks the leather over my other nipple several times, holding my gaze. “Again?”
I nod. I want my other titty to match. Maybe I’m strange.
Daddy swats it with the same pressure. This time I cry out. It’s not as unexpected, so I absorb the pain differently. I could get used to having my titties spanked. It’s intense and makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt.