Excerpts
from
the "Daddy Seth and Miss" story
THE
TUMMY ACHE
by
Carolyn
Faulkner
©2003
By CFaulkner /
BacksideOfLove.com
This work of fiction depicts
Adult Ageplay, which
entails adults roleplaying as if
they were a younger age. Neither
the author, nor
BacksideOfLove.com, depicts,
condones, or tolerates the
inclusion of actual, biological
minors, in any activity depicted
here. Adult Ageplay is a
healthy, often therapeutic part
of intimate adult relationships,
and has
nothing whatsoever to
do with children.
For more information on ethical
Adult Ageplay, please visit
http://BacksideOfLove.com
[…snippet 1…]
issy did as she was told,
yawning loudly as she threw her arm
over her eyes. Her husband and
Daddy, ever alert to her comfort,
saw the movement and pulled down the
shades. “Too bright for my baby?”
he asked, concerned, as he moved her
arm and felt her forehead with his
palm. As if he was reading her
mind, he pressed a binky into her
mouth, although she tried to
struggle against it as she absently
twisted a curl around her finger. “Shhh-shhh-shh,”
he soothed, pulling her nightie
off. Missy’s little pink nipples
puckered immediately in the cool
air, to be rewarded by Daddy’s avid
wet mouth. He loved the way she
moaned with pleasure behind her
pacifier, squirming and running the
fingers of her free hand through his
hair.
Always before her Daddy dressed her
in the morning, he made her totally
naked, removing her Thursday panties
and throwing them into the hamper he
kept on her side of the bed, just
for her little girl clothes. Then
Daddy took a warm, wet washcloth and
washed her all over, paying the most
special attention to the private
area between her legs and her little
bottom hole, making sure she was
completely clean. He dried her with
the same intense concentration,
using lots of baby powder and wiping
several fingers full of Desitin onto
her bareness, making sure it got all
over her, into every nook and
cranny, to protect that baby-soft
skin.
Missy knew that smell, but her
unhappy cry was effectively stifled
by the binky in her mouth. Desitin
meant that there would be no
“Friday” big-girl panties. Instead,
Daddy was busy trying to get her
small, bare feet into a pull-up.
[…snippet 2…]
“Shhh-shhh-shhh, baby. Daddy’s
gonna make you feel all better in
just a few minutes, I promise.”
Melissa turned her head and saw him
getting out the hated red bag and
white tubing. The site made her
start to cry in earnest, but Daddy
had a solution for that, too, and
she soon found herself whimpering
behind her binky.
Her Daddy bent over her, whispering,
“I’m gonna go in the bathroom for a
few minutes to get the special
medicine ready that I’m going to put
into your bottom. I want you to
stay right here until I get back,
hon. I won’t be long, I promise.”
Melissa was thinking that he could
take all the time in the world, but
she knew he wouldn’t, and he was as
good as his word, returning with a
frightfully bulging bag that he hung
on the hook that he had installed
behind their headboard for just this
type of occasion. It was at the
perfect height for his baby’s bottom
once he’d gotten it properly
arranged – not too high, not too
low. Sometimes, he used a clear
beaker – usually when he was
administering a punishment enema.
He would place it strategically in
front of her, so that she had to
watch the sudsy liquid level go
down, realizing all the while where
that water was going…
Mmm.
Missy certainly has the
best of both worlds!
(or the
worst, depending on
which side of the lap
you're on
and how much you like it
there!)
Download the
The Tummy Ache
now!
(in
professionally-formatted
PDF format)
(And look for an
upcoming anthology of
all the Daddy Seth
and Missy stories!
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