***translation from UK English. Nappy=Diaper***
***All characters are over the age of 18***
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"Daddy!"
She heard the door click, and knew it was him. He hadn't even been gone long, but she always needed him so badly. She rushed through to the hall, launching herself at him, before he even had a chance to properly get through the door.
"Hey, Babygirl!" he laughed, squeezing her tight into a big hug.
"I missed you!" she said, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him
"Aww. I missed you too sweet-pea."
They proceeded to the kitchen, where he put down his shopping bag on the worktop. She didn't bother to ask if he'd got anything for her, but simply began to delve into the bag. Of course, this was not acceptable behaviour, and he gave her a smack on the wrist for it, raising his eyebrows, incredulously.
"Has someone forgotten their manners in the last hour?"
"N...no, Daddy! I'm sorry. I just thought you might have got me a present..."
"And? If I have, you'll get it when I think you deserve it."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."
He sighed. Maybe that should have warranted a firmer punishment than just a telling off, but she looked so cute today, he really couldn't bring himself to make her suffer. She had been all smiles a minute ago, her pigtails swinging as she ran down the hall, the yellow ribbon in her hair matching her cute little dress. He loved it when she smiled. However, he also loved seeing the look of humiliation on her face.
He poured himself a glass of water, and then picked up her juice cup.
"Would you like some juice?"
Of course, the anticipated flush of embarrassment crept across her face. She was wet, he knew it.
"No, thank you, Daddy."
"Is someone wet?"
She couldn't look at him. She still wasn't used to being forced into nappies, as it had only been a few days. But she had learned the hard way not to take them off.
The very first time he had put one on her during the night had been quite an ordeal. He had to tie her down for it. Part of him had enjoyed listening to her whine and beg, but he got tired of it, and her ball gag went in. Once she was in her nappy and PJs, he was able to cuddle her until she was consoled and back to being compliant. Often a nice long cuddle worked as a great incentive for her. He lead her through to the bathroom where she made sure she cleaned her teeth and face, before they went to bed. It was just after 5am when he woke, feeling her move beside him. It took him a moment to properly wake, and realise she was heading to the bathroom. He leapt up after her, catching her sat on the toilet. She squealed as he threw open the door, looking mortified, guilty, embarrassed. He didn't even speak to her. He simply dragged her off the toilet, ignoring her whines and cries of protest. In the bedroom, he towered over her, his glare making her shiver. She had never felt so small.
"Daddy...please...I..."
He held up a hand and she went silent.
"Get on the bed." he said, his voice low and menacing. "Face down, ass up."
She hesitated for just a second, and was met with a slap. She didn't need told again, and hurriedly assumed the position. His clothes for the next day had been laid out, and he picked up his belt, giving it a threatening snap.
She gasped.
"Oh no. Daddy, please don't!"
