Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“You’ve been keeping something from Daddy, and your mouth was pretty loose in the bathroom before you passed out.”
She swallowed. Even her throat hurt. “What did I say, Daddy?”
“You told me that a man has been flirting with you at work.” He lifted a brow.
“Oh, that.” Why couldn’t she have kept that to herself?
“You said Sue even followed him out to the parking lot to get his license plate number. Do you realize how unsafe that is?”
She winced. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t think it was a big deal. He’s just some man. We haven’t seen him again after his third attempt to talk to me.”
“It’s okay if someone hits on you once, Curly. But after you tell them you’re in a relationship, they should not do so again. Did either of you think to give the plate number to Wyatt?”
Tori shook her head. “No,” she murmured.
“What happens when my Little girl does things that aren’t safe?”
“She gets punished,” Tori muttered. She knew she deserved whatever he had in mind. Maybe he would spank her to erase her naughty behavior. “Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” she encouraged, knowing she needed the absolution.
“Not today, Tori. You’re too hungover for a spanking.” He moved to the end of the table and proceeded to remove her diaper, which made her blush and look away. No matter how many times she found herself strapped to this changing table, she couldn’t shake the embarrassment that stemmed from both being so intimately cared for and her inability to hide her arousal. Even hung over, she felt her pussy swelling.
When Daddy grabbed a few wipes and started cleaning her folds, she remembered the brown water. “Did someone come to fix the pipes, Daddy?”
“Yep. It’s all been taken care of.” He slid a clean diaper under her bottom, making her flinch.
“I don’t need another diaper, Daddy. It’s daytime. I won’t have an accident like last night. I promise.” She was pretty sure she peed herself a little before they even got home. She’d needed to go pretty badly after throwing up in the toilet instead of sitting on it.
He ignored her as he added a generous amount of diaper cream to her folds before reaching for a bottle and tapping two large pills onto his palm.
“What are those, Daddy?” Her voice creaked.
“Pain meds for your headache, naughty girl.” He set a palm on her tummy and pushed first one and then the other pill up into her bottom.
She squirmed. “Daddy…” She didn’t like it when he gave her suppositories. At least he hadn’t mentioned taking her temperature.
When he finished, he added a wide plug, swirling it around her tight hole before gradually pushing it into place. It was larger than any he’d ever used on her before, and she squirmed at the intrusion.
After fastening the clean diaper around her, he cleaned his hands and lifted her into his arms. Instead of setting her on her feet or carrying her to the kitchen, he strolled over to the large rocking chair in her nursery and settled with her on his lap.
The next thing she knew, he was tapping her lips with a nipple. “Open up, Little one. You need fluids.”
She was so thirsty that she didn’t argue as she realized the bottle was filled with something purple, not formula.
“Good girl,” he praised as she started sucking the yummy beverage.
She felt much better almost immediately. And then his next words made her tremble.
“Naughty Little girls who keep information from their Daddies and drink too much alcohol need a reminder of who’s in charge, so you’ll spend the day drinking from bottles and sleeping in your crib. I’ll alternate your bottles between electrolyte beverages and formula. If you’re good, I’ll let you go into Little Cakes later this afternoon to help clean up, but other than that, you’ll be in your crib today.”
When she finished the bottle, she was finally able to speak. “Do I have to wear a diaper all day, Daddy?”
“Yes. Until you go to work tomorrow.”
She widened her eyes. “Even while I’m helping the other girls clean up?”
“Yep. Even then.”
“What about…?”
“The plug stays too. I’ll only take it out when you need to empty your bowels or get more pain meds. Spending time with your bottom filled in your crib will serve as an excellent reminder to not make bad decisions the next time you’re faced with those choices.”
She knew he was right, and she threw her arms around him, more than willing to accept her punishment. “Thank you for being the bestest Daddy in the world. I love you.”
He rubbed her back. “I love you too, Curly.”
Chapter Five
“Daddy…” Daisy rolled over in bed, pulling a spare pillow over her head to block out his singing. Usually she didn’t mind when he sang, but today it was making her head hurt worse than it already did.