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 squeeze my eyes closed, but my stubborn bladder won’t cooperate.
Daddy kisses my forehead again. “I’m going to spank your pussy again, Amelia.”
I shudder. I don’t like this idea, but I’m not supposed to. He’s not playing. He’s teaching me a lesson.
As he steps between my legs again, I start crying. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good.”
“I know you will, Little one. You just need an incentive. You’ll learn to obey Daddy. You’re deeply submissive. You need a firm hand. You need to know that Daddy will not back down when you’re naughty.”
He’s right. If he doesn’t spank me again right now, I will think I can manipulate him. I need him to be firm with me, but it’s hard to accept. Tears are falling.
I cry out when Daddy strokes my pussy. I’m so sensitive. I shake my head. “No, Daddy.”
“Yes, Baby girl.” He circles my clit and then taps it.
I buck and arch against my restraints. He’s going to spank my clit while it’s swollen and exposed.
I cry harder when he gives it a firm pinch. “Daddy!” I suck in a breath and hold it, squeezing my eyes closed.
When the swat lands, the pain is so sharp and intense that I can’t catch my breath. It vibrates deep inside me. I need to come worse than ever before at the same time. But one more thing happens that’s unexpected—I pee.
I’m marginally aware that Daddy lifts the front of my diaper up to keep me from peeing all over the table, but I can’t stop it. I pee and pee until my bladder is empty. I’m left with the throbbing pain all over my pussy, but especially my clit.
I try to drag in oxygen. I need to breathe. It’s so hard. Why is it so hard to breathe?
Suddenly Daddy’s lips are on my inner thigh. He rains kisses all over, not touching my pussy. He praises me in between kisses. “Such a good girl… I’m so proud of you… You took your punishment so well…”
I’m crying, but it’s mostly from relief. I don’t say a word as Daddy cleans me up, gently spreads ointment on my folds, and puts a fresh diaper on me. He releases all my restraints next and lifts me into his arms. He cradles me and rocks me, bouncing around the room, kissing my temple over and over.
It takes me a long time to stop crying, and when I do, I reach up and wrap my arms around Daddy’s neck. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Baby girl.”
We’ve had a strange shift in our relationship. It was important. I understand it. I have to obey my Daddy on this island. It’s not optional. He will discipline me by whatever means necessary to ensure I follow the rules.
I’m sure most people could not live within the boundaries of Regression Island—not even most Littles. It takes a certain personality and a deep submissive need to live here. I feel like I’m going to thrive here because I like knowing that Noah will not waver. He will be firm with me, and I need that.
When my tears dry up, Daddy carries me to the bathroom. He uses thumb-print recognition to open the door so we can enter. After setting me on the counter, he keeps one hand on me while he wets a washcloth to clean my face.
I hiccup as I seem to reenter my body. It’s like I was floating, and now I’m back. I squirm on the counter. “My pussy stings, Daddy.”
“I bet it does. It will help remind you to keep your diaper wet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Maybe you’d like to explore your nursery now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kisses my forehead before setting me on my feet and giving my bottom a playful swat.
I glance back longingly at the bathroom as we exit, flinching when he shuts the door. I have no way to enter that room on my own. I won’t ever be in a bathroom alone again as long as I live on this island. I won’t even remember what it feels like to sit on the potty.
This deep regression stuff is serious business, but I think I like it.
Chapter Thirteen
On my third day on the island, Daddy announces that we will be going to the water park with Lacey and Brian. I’m so excited that I start jumping up and down.
He chuckles. “Be careful, Little one. You’ll fall and crack your head.” His gaze is on my chest, though, and he licks his lips.
Daddy didn’t put a shirt back on me after he spanked my titties and my pussy the other day. I’ve spent every moment since then with my chest exposed. By today, it almost seems like a new normal.
Daddy doesn’t let me play with my titties, but he does put that horrible stimulant on them often. It torments me. My little buds are constantly hard and tingly. I know he likes them that way. He likes to look at them. Sometimes I see him adjust himself, so I know it turns him on, and I don’t argue.