Posted by djdddy on July 13, 2006 at 12:06 [71.247.158.61]
In Reply to: Stacy's Daddy takes charge(for LG in Manhattan) posted by djdddy on July 13, 2006 at 11:59
Stacy’s Daddy takes Charge,
(Disclaimer: This story involves graphic sex, bondage, watersports, scat, age and diaper play. All events are completely fictitious; all characters are consenting adults over 18. If you don’t want to read about these things: STOP NOW.)
Stacy felt the morning sun gently nudge her awake. As the warmth enveloped her, she felt clammy and cold. This woke her up much faster. Her eyes broke wide open in shock and her hand rushed down to feel the damp sheets underneath her. She slept in just a t-shirt last night, no panties, so there was no wet underwear to cling to her. But as she rolled over and reached out her butt plopped down in a wide, cool damp patch in the sheets. She sat bolt upright, and saw him standing there.
James stood there with a cup of hot coffee. Stacy’s wide eyes made a panicked contact with his bright calm blue ones. He took a long sip of his coffee.
“Good Morning” he said.
Stacy sat in a tense silence, unsure of what to say. His cool eyes kept her rapt. She simply sat, her derriere settling into her own wetness.
“You know you wet the bed last night.”
Her eyes grew as damp as her bottom.
James quickly set his coffee down. He rushed over to the bed, and sat gingerly next to her. He took her in his arms and held her head close to his chest as she sobbed.
“I…I didn’t mean too…I …I…haven’t….not in…. I’m so sorry daddy…” She dissolved again in a flood of tears.
He held her, stroked her hair. He softly shushed her. He cooed gently in her ear and told her it was okay. She looked up at him through tear stained eyes. He told her he loved her no matter what kind of mess she made. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. She bit her lip, a new wetness coming on top of the soaked sheets beneath her. She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. They kissed long and hard as her breath became lest ragged. He gently laid his baby back onto her own piss, but Stacy didn’t care. All she could think of was the feeling of her daddy’s erection rubbing her thigh through his pants. He held her so tight, and told her she would always be his little one. Soon his pants were off and he was inside her, her back pressed against her own wetness, and his strong confident thrust told her it was alright, slowly building her up and slowly giving her all she needed. “Oh daddy…” She moaned breathlessly.
She lay satisfied in her own mess, listening to him in the shower. The shower stopped, and the water continued to run. He came into the bedroom and lifted her from the cold, soiled sheets. He carried her into the bathroom, damp and steamy from the hot bath he had drawn for her. He gently set her in it.
“Now be good and soak for a minute while daddy changes the sheets.”
She lay in the hot bath for a few minutes till he returned. He came and scrubbed her body, gently on her arms and legs, roughly on her back, and softly between her legs gently cleaning her most private of places. She was absorbed in the pleasant touch, and the delicate smells of the perfume washing away the smell of her piss and sex.
“Daddy has to go to work now, sweetheart. Be a good girl, get your self dressed, and don’t be late for work. I’ll see you later tonight…and sweetheart” He stopped and leaned down to her in the tub. “I want you to think about wearing a diaper to bed tonight, so we don’t have a repeat.” He kissed her on the forehead and left.
“A diaper” she mouthed silently as she slipped lower into the sudsy water, her stomach a knot of distaste, fear, and desire.
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.