It was a regular Saturday afternoon for Emily and her father. Emily had been used to wearing diapers every day after school and during the weekends, but today, she didn’t want to have any of it. Emily wasn’t in the mood to wear her nappy and have her father change and touch her like he did. Instead, she asked her father’s permission to put on her diaper by herself and she came back downstairs wearing nothing under her skirt.
After dinner, while Emily was doing the dishes, her father accosted her and felt her thigh all the way up to the apex of legs. Surprised, he grabbed his daughter with force and held her by the throat against him with one hand while the other lifted her skirt to reveal her absent diaper. Emily knew she was in trouble for lying, but she knew she was even more in trouble for wearing absolutely nothing under her skirt. “Daddy is not impressed, Emily” acknowledged her father angrily. Still holding on to his daughter, Emily’s father let go of her neck for a brief moment to slip his hand in the close-by drawer to grab a large wooden spoon. His daughter would be severely punished for lying to him. Emily was then ordered to walk to the kitchen table where she bent forward, revealing the back of her thighs and her ass. Warming up her ass, Emily’s daddy starts to rub her ass and thighs and to progressively go from a tapping to a slapping with his hand until he swats her unexpectedly with the wooden spoon. With a yelp, Emily bumps into the table and tries to escape her punishment. Her father then tightens his grip on his daughter to keep her from moving and he continues to punish her until he leaves her to sob. “There, there, sweetheart, come sit on Daddy’s lap” gestures Emily’s father as he sits on the lazy-boy in the living room. Emily sulks her way onto her father’s lap and continues to cry until her father offers her his thumb to suck on. After a few minutes of comforting, her father adds: “you should have worn your diaper, honey. Come, daddy will put it on now.” As he leads her to her room, Emily is once again surprised by how different her room looks. Over a month ago, daddy re-modeled Emily’s room to fit both their needs, including a changing table, a large crib and a rocking chair. In her father’s office, he made sure to have installed a large playpen where Emily could spend some time when he wanted her close to him. Leading Emily to her changing table, her father grabbed her by the waist and propelled her to sit atop the table. Before she even realized it, her father had unzipped his pants and was already stroking his erection in front of his daughter. Like a good girl, she opened her legs and started to massage the sweet spot between her wet lips. Sucking on the pacifier newly inserted in her mouth by her father, Emily closed her eyes and threw her head back in pleasure. Her father kept teasing her with his hard cock, never fully entering her. Unable to bear it any longer, Emily’s pacifier fell out of her mouth to let a moan escape her lips: “Daddy!” Smiling, Emily’s father entered her with full force and he held onto her hips while he fucked her senseless over and over again. Feeling the diaper under her ass as she moved with her daddy, Emily got even more aroused and she knew the material would catch the moisture escaping her body. Feeling the tension inside his daughter, tightening around his own cock, he knew Emily was close to orgasm and so he pushed her to the edge and flicked both of her tiny nipples. Instantly, Emily exploded and tightened her muscles further around her father’s erection. Emily’s daddy knew that he would cum soon after, inside his daughter, and that he would close up her diaper, leaving his seed inside his precious little princess.
Tag: ageplay
Age, relationship and ties
As I walk in Daddy’s bedroom, I place my backpack and my things on my designated space. Daddy had allowed me a “cubby” space 3 months ago, but now I am taking almost an entire shelf to myself. Turning back to head out to the living room, there it is; my training chart appears on the wall. Daddy did an amazing job at decorating it for me, it’s beautiful. I slowly get closer to study what the categories are and they all seem appropriate. This week marks our three months. It also marks the beginning of a more intense training. The timing couldn’t be more perfect: I am not going back to school until September, so it should be less hectic and easier to manage everything all at once. As far as how the chart works, I had to ask. Will it be noted negatively or positively? Shouldn’t it be both? I need to know what I did wrong, but it is also important to reinforce positive actions so I do not feel shameful. In all honesty, Daddy did a good job blending the BDSM with the AB/DL. As far as the past few days spent with Daddy, it was brought to my attention that He felt quite a bit confused regarding our — well, on my part — ageplay. I have always thought of myself as a 4 year old who wore diapers and Daddy had concerns regarding intimacy boundaries with my 4 year old self. He asked me all the right questions and they deserved thoughtful answers. [Thank goodness my Daddy knows all the right questions to ask, hence being very proud of my Daddy] I needed to reflect on this, because neither do I find appeal in that thought. So, I have reajusted myself, finding who and what I am needed a couple of days to take it all in. My fantasies have shifted, not because of Daddy, but from thinking and imagining different scenarios in which I played with my age, our dynamic and relationship. I found that I am much more aroused by the thought of being an older teenager humiliated by her Father. A 4 year old can’t be a slut, but a 19 year old can. A 4 year old cannot tease her Father, but the older daughter can. The Kneeling Daughter
Kneeling Daughter 