Posted by djdddy on July 13, 2006 at 11:59 [71.247.158.61]
Part 2(Stacy’s in trouble.)
Stacy was the first one home. She came in and set down her things. After a long hot day, all she wanted was a nice cold beer. She pulled an ale out of the fridge and poured it into a tall glass. She stripped off her pants, and adjusted her pink boy briefs. She hated her panties; they always seemed to give her wedgies. Daddy would often chastise her for picking at her bottom in public. She unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand. He would gently slap her hand whenever she touched her crotch or bum. But here in private, with no daddy around, she could do what ever she wanted. The thought filled her with a buoyant glee. She dug some sweets out of the pantry, and flopped down by the TV with her beer. She ate and channel surfed; enjoyed her beer. Soon she began to wonder where daddy was. James should have been home long ago. She finished the last of her beer, and absent mindedly popped her thumb into her mouth. Her eyes were heavy and the food and beer were making her sleepy. To the flickering lullaby of the television, she drifted off. Once she was finally lost to consciousness, a small wet spot began to stain her pink boy shorts…..
James stepped through the door, with bag filled arms. He almost tripped where Stacy had carelessly kicked her shoes and dropped her coat. As he stumbled into the kitchen, he began to lay his bags neatly on the floor and table. He noticed the empty beer bottle on the counter, as well as the wide open cupboards, and her pants strewn across a kitchen chair. He closed the cupboards and rinsed out the beer bottle. Picking up her pants, he walked back to the hall, to put away Stacy’s shoes and coat. As he hung her coat, he heard the nose of the TV. He knew where to find her. Pants in hand, he strode into the living room to chastise her.
“Stacy....” He immediately trailed off.
She lay on the couch in her T-shirt and boy shorts, her legs spread wide, softly bathed by the light of the TV. She was perfect. Her large, shapely chest stretched her top tight. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her rosy cheeks leading up to the thumb firmly implanted in her sleeping mouth. His heart melted, as he looked at her incredibly hot body lying so sweetly on the couch. She was just tired, all she needed was bed. He strode forward to lift her sleeping form from the couch. He noticed the small wet spot on her crotch; a sly smile crossed his face. “Thinking of something naughty little girl?” he thought. The wet cotton clung to her vulva, perfectly nestled between her strong, womanly thighs. He reached down to stroke her soft pale skin. Suddenly, he was struck by an off odor. As his hand hovered above her pussy, she moaned in her sleep and slid her crotch forward pressing her wet cunt into his hand. As this happened her sweet wrapper fell from the couch to the floor. James watched the wrapper fall, and thought for a moment. He knew that odor. Her quickly drew his hand to his nose, and drew it away. She’d pissed herself. She also knew she wasn’t supposed to eat sweets without asking… She was in trouble.
James shook her gently. “Baby, baby wake up… you need to go to bed…”
“hunh….”
“You wet yourself honey. We need to put you in diapers and put you in bed.”
“No!” She wailed in her sleepy haze, “No diapers!”
He lifted her from the couch, his strong frame easily cradling her against his shoulder; her arms folded around his neck, and her legs rapped tightly around his waist, pressing her pissy panties into his stomach.
“Now Baby,” he said, “You wet last night, you made a mess, disobeyed me, and now you’re wetting again.”
“No, no I’m not…I don’t need diapers…I’m a big girl…”She mumbled, as she pressed her face into his shoulder.
He carried her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
“Now sweetie, I can’t put up with this. It’s time I treated you like the baby you are.” He looked down her. She was on her back, knees spread wide, totally unresponsive.
She was dead asleep.
“I’ll deal with her in the morning” he thought. “It’s time for her to learn what a baby she really is.” He sat there for a moment, looking at her, stroking her hair. He loved her so much, so gently, so truly. He almost regretted the humiliation she would suffer in the morning, but he knew she would love every minute of it.
“Goodnight my sweet angel” he said and leaned in to kiss her head.
She rolled onto her side. He smiled and got up to leave the room. He looked down at his shirt, and quickly removed it from his thick muscular torso. It would have to be washed. He turned back at the door, just in time to see the flood gates go. Her pussy was perfectly framed between her thighs. Suddenly the wet spot expanded, and a stream gently rolled down her left thigh quickly sopped up by the sheets. She sighed contentedly in her sleep.
James was glad; his shopping hadn’t been for naught. Now he knew he had done right. It was time to take this little girl in hand.
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