[…snippet 1…]

            …When she rolled onto her back, Missy suddenly remembered that she did have a reason to be excited about today:  she had a play date with a friend – Lily – who had the same type of relationship with her husband, Kent, as Missy had with Seth!  They had met Kent and Lily on the Internet – or rather, Seth had met Kent on the Internet, at a site that specialized in relationships where “Daddies” had grownup little-girl wives at home. 

 […snippet 2…]

            …Seth kissed her cheek, his tender action mirroring the reverence in her tone.  He reached up and carefully took the rainbow scrunchie out of her hair, making the long curtain fall back onto him.  Seth adored her hair.  He adored her, of course, but he went wild for her long hair.  He would never allow her to cut it.  Its length emphasized her femininity to him, adding to her littlegirlishness.  He alone washed it, blowing it carefully dry so that she never went to bed with wet hair, and every evening and every morning Seth brushed it out for her.  She would sit down in front of him on the edge of the bed in a frilly cotton nightie or warm flannel footie pajamas, sometimes on a very sore, recently attended to bottom, while he pulled the boar bristles of her antique mahogany paddle-sized brush through that beautiful river of hair, making it shine for him, sweet smelling and crackling clean.

            “I love you so much, Miss Melissa,” Seth breathed into her hair as he rocked them slowly back and forth, one hand cupping the side of her jaw, holding her tenderly to him.

            …Missy sighed with contentment.  “I love you, too, Daddy.”

 […snippet 3…]

            Melissa’s lower lip nearly hit the ground at that pronouncement.  “It’s warm enough!” she protested.

            “No, it’s not – it’s barely making it out of the fifties, and that’s nowhere near warm enough for swimming.” 

            Missy adopted a fairly mutinous expression.  “But I wanna go swimming in Daddy Kent and Lily’s pool!” she whined.  Melissa was a regular water baby – it was darned hard to get her out of any pool, lake, or ocean within a ninety mile radius from May to September.  His girl would spend all summer in the water if he let her.

            But it was no longer summer.  In a stern, warning tone, “Melissa Ann, I said that you would not be going in the pool, and I meant it.”

            Melissa bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.  “But – “

            A big hand found its way under her short, full skirt to her big-girl panty-clad bottom and administered a sharp swat.  “What did I just say to you?”

            Eyes downcast, fingers gripping the arm of his chair tightly, Melissa pouted, mumbling her response defiantly.  “That I wouldn’t be allowed to use the pool.”

            “One more whiny word out of you, my girl, and you won’t be going at all, do you understand me?”  He didn’t know how she did it, but that lower lip pooched out even further at his threat.  She nodded, but Seth grabbed her upper arm shook her.  “Answer me, Melissa Ann.”

            “Yes, YES, Sir, I understand,” her tone no where near contrite.  Big fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks.  She was getting quite overwrought about something that wasn’t that big a deal.

            It was his fault, Seth knew.  She had been going through a phase of great creativity, and he had relaxed his usual bedtime rules to allow her more time to spend painting.  Now she was paying the price; she was exhausted and fussy.

            But Seth had known exactly what do to for his little girl.  Missy ended up bundled off to bed not two seconds later, swung up into her Daddy’s arms and carried to their bedroom, even though it was only about six-thirty at night. 

 […snippet 4…]

            Melissa turned towards him and looked up at her strong, strapping husband, who always slept naked, putting her small, warm hand on the center of his broad chest, between two huge plates of lightly furred muscle.  “Please, Daddy?” came a thready plea.

            Seth cupped her head at the base of her skull, ribbons of velvety hair spilling over his hand, tipping her face up for a long, slow aggressive kiss.  He pulled her even closer to him, the other big hand splayed over her well-rounded bottom cheeks, forcing her sleep-hot pussy to attempt to cradle his bulging erection as he rubbed it eagerly against her nude, soft womanhood.  “Please, Daddy, what?” he whispered against her mouth, his voice hoarse with lust.

            That hand on her bottom found its way between her legs from behind, his fingers noting her copious wetness as he slid them out, pulling her left leg up and over his hip, nestling the big head of himself against the gate to their mutual Heaven.

            He nearly groaned at her instinctive indrawn breath as he nudged against her rhythmically.  Seth kissed his way down her neck, nibbling and making her arch against him as his teeth dined gently on a plump little nipple.  Missy cried out with the ache he created in her, and Seth murmured soothing nothings against the ample flesh of her breast before capturing the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.  Melissa couldn’t think when he did this.  All she could do was feel.  And throb.  And want.

            As he traveled back and forth between her twin delights, Seth prompted insistently, knowing it would add to her experience, “What do you want, babygirl?  What do you want Daddy to do for you?  Tell me, honey.  Tell your Daddy what you want him to do.”

            Two thick fingers found the lips of her desire and plunged gently between them as his mouth attended lovingly to her breasts.  Breathing heavily, Melissa sighed the only two words she could bring to mind at the moment, “Love me.”

            Seth looked up at his wife, his woman, and his little girl all wrapped up in one dynamite little package – her head back, breasts thrust out to receive his mouth, legs spread to receive his lust . . . submissive, compliant, and dripping wet for him.  He buried his face between her tits, proclaiming, “Daddy couldn’t love you any more than he does right now, honeybunch.  But you want Daddy’s special love, too, is that what you mean?”  He adored talking to her during sex, making love to her with his words as well as his body.

            Missy nodded eagerly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips, and Seth was entranced by the movement.  He reached down between them to lift her leg and hold it a bit wider as he carefully settled himself at her entrance.  “Is this the way you want your Daddy to love you, my baby?”

 […snippet 5…]

            Missy ran to her Daddy and tried to pull her bag of toys out of his hand.  But Seth wouldn’t allow her to take it for a moment, instead bending down to whisper loudly, “Melissa Ann, do you need your diaper changed?”

            Shaking her head vehemently, Missy blushed fire-engine red, humiliated that he would ask her such a question in front of her friend and her friend’s Daddy.  And she knew that her Daddy knew that she wasn’t wet; he’d put her into her thick diapers and rhumba panties just before they left the house.  When Seth reached down, determined to find out for himself, she grabbed his seeking arm and tried to hold it, burying her face against his chest.  “No, Daddy, please, you don’t have to check.  I’m not wet,” she whispered, hoping no one but him heard her.

            “Well, let me just check for sure, honey,” Daddy said firmly, lifting her skirt to tuck his fingers into the back of her diaper as she wiggled half-heartedly, knowing he was going to do it regardless of how she felt about it.  “Stand still, Missy,” came the stern command.  He reached well down into her bottom crevice, much further than he needed to, rooting around rudely in her privates while she nearly sobbed with the shame of it.  “Nope, you’re dry,” he announced to all and sundry.  Finally, Seth pulled his hand out and righted her skirt, turning her around and patting her bottom to send her off towards Lily.

            Melissa couldn’t meet Lily’s eyes after that, but the other girl just took her hand and quietly led the way to the den, where all of her toys were already spread out on a fluffy blanket on the floor. 

 […snippet 6…]

            …Seth… got down on the blanket next to Melissa, holding her still while he repeated the humiliating check he’d done of her diaper earlier, finding it slightly moist.  In an instant, Seth had his little girl on her back, lifting her bottom by her ankles so that he could put a pad down incase she wet again while he was changing her.  Missy’s full-bodied blush returned, and she tried to slide herself away from her Daddy, but all she got was several smacks to her already bared bottom.  “Cut that out, Melissa.  You need to have your diaper changed and I don’t want you to give me any hassle about it or you’ll get a good hard spanking.  Daddy Kent and Lily don’t care that you’re still in diapers.”  He knew what it was that was bothering her – that they were staring at her private places while Daddy rummaged in her diaper bag for things to clean her up with.  “Close your eyes and suck on your binky and it’ll all be over before you know it.”  Crocodile tears leaked out from under her eyelids…

 […snippet 7…]

            Lily and Missy walked as far away from their Daddies as they could in the fenced yard when Lily turned to Missy and said, “Your Daddy is strict.”

            Missy looked at the ground, rubbing it with her foot.  “Uh-huh.”

            “Very strict,” Lily shuddered.

            “Yeah.”

            “He makes you use a diaper?” 

            Melissa began wandering towards the pool.  “Most of the time.  Or a pull-up.  I’m almost never allowed to use the potty any more.”

            “Oooooh.  That must be hard.”

            “Sometimes.”  Sometimes especially when her Daddy checked her diaper and even changed her in front of strangers! Missy thought she’d never get over the embarrassment of it…

 […snippet 8…]

elissa hated to look at Seth when he was mad at her, but she should see him literally seething out of the corner of her eye – if he had been a cartoon character there would have been smoke coming out of his ears.  She tried to inch away from him, but he just tightened his grip on her upper arm until she squealed and had to look up at him.  Missy had rarely seen her Daddy quite this angry.  Before she knew it, he was saying perfunctorily to Kent, not worrying much about the answer, “Mind if I borrow your couch for a minute?”  Seconds later, she found herself over her Daddy’s knee, the fluffy pink skirt and petticoats of her dress up over her back, and her diaper undone at each side and folded down to expose her white rump. 

            Seth began spanking her immediately and harshly.  Each crack to those round, upturned cheeks resounded in the room like a gunshot, and he knew his hand was going to hurt horribly long before he was going to be able to stop spanking. He alternated cheeks and also peppered up and down the backs of her thighs, throwing his leg over hers to immobilize her.

            Melissa didn’t think she could take much of this.  She was already wailing and sobbing, and he didn’t show any signs of stopping or even slowing down.  On top of the considerable pain of the spanking, she knew her whole body was flushed red with embarrassment because she was over her Daddy’s lap, her bottom bared, getting a good, sound spanking – and she knew that Daddy Kent and Lily must’ve heard every shriek she emitted, heard every plea for him to stop, and every promise of better behavior in the future. 

            None of them had any effect on the rise and fall of her Daddy’s hand at all, though.

            When Seth finally did stop, a good while after he’d started, he retaped her diapers, rearranged her skirt and stood her up, grabbing her hand and jerking her up beside him in a non-nonsense manner.  But they had to wait to be able to address their hosts, because Lily was in much the same position as Missy had been just a few minutes before – she was bare from her lower back to where her tights were caught at the backs of her knees, trapping her legs together quite effectively as her Daddy fairly roasted her soft, white bottom while she screamed bloody murder.

            From what Missy had gathered about how what Daddy Kent was like, she didn’t think Lily got spanked anywhere near as often as Missy herself did, and this one looked like a doozey.  They just caught the end of the scalding lecture she was receiving at the same time.

            He emphasized every word with a crisp, painful swat that made Missy cringe in sympathy for her friend.  “ – you know better than to go near the pool without permission and you know it’s closed up for the winter.  You were very, very naughty to get all wet when it’s so cold out.  You’re gonna get pneumonia being so naughty!”

            Lily was bawling like the little girl she portrayed, all semblance of dignity and maturity destroyed in the wake of the blistering punishment her Daddy was administering.  When she was able to get out a word or two, it was always a plea for leniency that was never granted, or a promise of better behavior that mirrored the ones Missy had been wailing to the painful beat of her own father’s hand not two minutes earlier.

            When Daddy Kent was finally finished – at least for the time being – and he allowed Lily to get up, she stood facing them, rubbing the tears out of her eyes with the backs of her hands, looking like a very well-spanked little girl indeed.  Seth nudged Missy’s shoulder sharply.  “Melissa has something she wants to say to you.”

            Missy was still hiccoughing her own sobs back as she stared at the floor, but Seth wasn’t about to have any of that.  “Look at Lily and Daddy Kent when you say your sorry, Melissa Ann,” he chided sternly, and she knew by that tone that none of her misbehavior was nowhere near forgiven yet.

            Melissa desperately didn’t want to look into her friend or her friend’s father’s eyes and see the tears and anger there.  But she did as her father commanded, reciting a pathetic little speech in a very real, high pitched little girl voice that hitched and choked with the throbbing pain in her own sore nether cheeks.  “I’m sorry I got us into trouble, Lily.  I shouldn’ta gone near the pool, ‘specially after my Daddy ‘spifically said not to go near the pool.  I’m sorry, Daddy Kent.”  Tears dribbled down her cheeks as her father again clenched her shoulder tightly.

            Seth met Kent’s eyes as their sobbing girls stood between them.  “I’m sorry for my daughter’s misbehavior, also,” Seth said with a grimace.  “And after you’d just complimented me on how good she was, too.” He sighed in aggravation.  “I promise you, she’s gonna be one very sorry little girl once I get her home.”

            “So’s this one here,” Kent nodded, slipping a proprietary hand under Lily’s skirt to pat Lily’s still bare, hot bum.  Lily bit her lip and made a half-hearted attempt to twist away, but didn’t get very far.  Her eyes had gone very wide at the idea that her punishment might not already be over.

 […snippet 9…]

            Seth crooked his finger at her and she walked slowly up to stand in front of him.  Her Daddy was so tall he always towered over her, and usually that made her feel all safe and cared for, but now it just made her feel afraid and worried about what was going to happen to her.  So she followed her instincts and threw herself against her Daddy, hugging him tightly and babbling a pitiful apology as she tried to bury her hot face into his rough denim shirt.  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I was bad and I shouldna played in the pool I’m so sorry Daddy please don’ spank me Daddy please!”

            Despite his anger, Seth’s heart melted just a bit when his nearly naked woman-child practically bowled him over with a heartfelt tackle.  Seth bent down a little and caught her up in his arms, loving the way she clung to him with her whole self, as if he was a life raft on the Titanic, the naughty little minx.  He sat them down on the bed, then lay her down on her back to undo her diaper, which was wet.  He cleaned her up with no fuss, no raspberries blown on her tummy, no lingering caresses of exposed, private areas.  When he was done, Seth arranged her on her side, then wrapped himself around her from behind, his arms tight around her waist.  He loved to feel her innocent nakedness against him.  One hand couldn’t be stopped from cupping a womanly breast as the other cupped her womanhood.  His mouth at her ear, Seth whispered to her in a voice so quiet and soft the tone alone was enough to make her cry, but his words truly made her sob with heartache.

            “And I know you know that it’s your behavior that gets you into trouble – that you’re a very, very good girl who sometimes makes naughty choices, and it’s the choices in your behavior that Daddy has to correct.  Daddy corrects you each time you make an error and choose to behave badly because he loves you enough to do so…

 […snippet 10…]

            …Fresh sobs broke out around that wet thumb.  Missy was beside herself; heartbroken.  She hated it when her Daddy was disappointed in her.  It made her chest ache so bad she would do anything to relieve it.  And the only thing that would ease the discomfort was a long, hard spanking administered by her strict, loving Daddy.  Without a word, Missy took Seth’s right hand, the one he used to spank her with, and brought it back to settle on her bare bottom.

            Whether it was a wordless plea for her own chastisement due to the guilt he’d just invoked, or a silence acceptance of what she knew was going to happen regardless, Seth didn’t know, and he didn’t much care.  She was going to get a lesson that she wouldn’t soon forget. 

 […snippet 11…]

            He debated about whether or not to gag her, but then decided he didn’t want to.  This would be a very hard punishment that would be administered in several different phases, and she would need to scream.

            And he needed to hear her scream.  And beg.  And plead.

            The first thing he did was put on rubber gloves – he knew the scent of them would drift to her in time, even though she couldn’t hear the snap as they settled around his wrists.  Then he took the cut-off finger of a large rubber dishwashing glove and squeezed out the harden contents into his palm.  She’d seen what he’d brought into the room, as he’d intended, and knew she had reason to worry and promise him the moon and sainted behavior for the rest of her life.         

            But it didn’t matter.  She was going to get what she obviously needed:  a good, hard punishment.  And this was a part of it.

            Seth didn’t want it to be too easy for her, so he didn’t use any KY on her bottom hole at all, instead squirting some onto the long, thick waxy cylinder he held in his palm, paying careful attention to lubricating the rounded tip.  Once that chore was done, he turned to his love’s naked, open butt.  He could clearly see her privates, also, noting that there was no dripping pussy right now.  His little girl was scared, really scared.  The sight of a homemade ginger suppository – which were always kept fresh in the back of the fridge but were rarely used – usually inspired fear in her.  From what he understood the feeling to be like when they melted inside you, Seth could heartily understand why.

            As he leaned forward, drawing a deep breath of determination, his left hand crooked up and over the top of her buttocks, reaching down with his middle and third fingers to separate those cute little cheeks, revealing that vulnerable, dimpled bottom hole of hers.  As soon as he touched her, Missy began to chant very low and soft.  “Daddy-no-please-Daddy-no-please-Daddy-no-please,” as if she could ward off the inevitable invasion of her body by the painful stick of medicine her father had chosen to teach her a lesson with…