paddedlittleparadise:“Daddy, please, I really need to go!” My Little is fairly dancing now, her hand
paddedlittleparadise:“Daddy, please, I really need to go!” My Little is fairly dancing now, her hands clenched down between her sweet little thighs, frantically pushing back against the flood that I know is going to spurt out soon…whether she’s ready or not. Of course anyone can see she really does need the potty immediately: either the big person potty she once used, or else her adorable little potty chair that’s standing there in the corner of the living room. And to be honest, ever since New Year’s it’s the latter that has become her one and only Daddy-sanctioned potty…But of course I’m a good Daddy - firm, loving, and just a trifle sadistic. “But honey, you know it’s not your potty time just yet! Don’t you remember what your chart says?” Of course she remembers that adorable little chart I made for her and hung in the bathroom…but I take her by the hand and lead her, still squirming, to inspect it once more. “See here? Potty times: 8, 10, noon, 2, 4, 6, and 8 again. That’s seven times every day, honey - just what the doctors say big girls usually need. You do want to be a big girl, don’t you?”She blushes and wriggles impatiently. “But big girls don’t hafta drink all those sippy cups and bottle you give me, Daddy…” Her tone is petulant, and more than a little uncertain. For she knows well the truth of the matter. Before we even began this, when we were seriously working out just how to enjoy our kinks together, we’d done our research. “Sweetie, you know that’s not true,” I chide gently. “The doctor says big girls need to drink around nine cups of liquids every single day, remember? So just because you’re having trouble handling your drinkies and your pee-pee like a big girl should doesn’t mean you can start blaming Daddy. Got it?”Oh, she’s on the verge now - not only of tears, but of having a genuine accident in the sweet, flowered training panties I just helped her into this morning. They’ve become a staple of her wardrobe these last weeks - a staple that she loves to pretend to hate, but also a staple that she has increasingly been coming to require. “But Daddy, I really can’t wait any longer! Please, I’m gonna have an accident!”That’s when I know it’s time to dial up the intensity…because at bottom, I know we’re both loving this despite any appearances to the contrary. I take her gently by the shoulders and begin in the deep Daddy tone I know turns my Little into flushed and breathless mush. “Honey, if you really don’t think you’re going to be able to wait, what do you think that says about you being a big girl, hmm?” She’s shaking now with nervous excitement, desperation, and shame. “This is the third time this week you’ve been doing the potty dance and making little peepee accidents in your pants, honey. So I’m afraid that if you really can’t make it, then we’re going to have to find something more substantial for such a leaky little girl…”“Please, no, no, Daddy, please!” She’s begging now, groveling just as I’ve intended all along…and just as I know she craves. “Please, I just need my potty chair just once, please, please-” But I just smile and pat her head paternally. “Sorry, little one. Rules are rules, and big girls like you don’t get to break them, no matter how much you want.”And then it finally happens…the telltale squeak and whimper, the terrified, fixed expression, followed seconds later by the tinkling splash of liquid dripping down through her thick cloth training panties. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur sympathetically, lifting her frilly little skirt to observe the beautiful, unmatched sight of my dear Little girl helplessly pissing herself. “You really did have to go, didn’t you?” The urine is streaming down her thighs now and soaking her knee-high stockings, even as the first hot tears of humiliation trickle down her cheeks.“I tried, Daddy,” she blubbers as I begin gently stripping her dress from her shoulders. “I really tried…” Oh, I know she did…and that’s what made this all so intensely satisfying for both of us. There’s nothing more than true desperation to turn on a pair of diaper-loving omorashi fans like us, and I know full well that those sodden panties are concealing another very different sort of wetness. “Honey, I know,” I say sympathetically as I help her out of her petticoats. “I know you tried super hard…” And now she’s standing, vulnerable and ashamed, in nothing but her clearly soaked trainers and pee-stained stockings, straddling the large puddle beneath her.“Don’t worry, Daddy’s not mad,” I remind her sweetly, bending down and stripping those damp stockings from her quivering legs. “But we are going to have to get you dressed in something more suitable for such a leaky little girl.” She nods shamefacedly, and I slip the saturated training pants from her dear little frame. “Wave good bye to your little training panties, okay, honey?” I admonish sweetly, holding then before her eyes momentarily before dropping them with a quiet splash into the warm puddle below. “You might not be seeing them for quite awhile…”Oh, that dear, disconsolate little wave and backward glance she gives them is priceless. And as I gently lead her, stark naked and with cheeks flaming, from the bathroom toward her bedroom and the stacks of thick disposable diapers she knows I have waiting for her, I again pat her head comfortingly. “Don’t worry, honey!” I smile encouragingly. “I’m sure you’re going to look amazing in your pretty new diapers, aren’t you? And just think - you won’t have to think any more about begging Daddy for the potty, either. Because when you gotta go, honey, I guess you just gotta go!”My quivering, horny Little draws a shaky breath, and I smile inwardly. Oh, yes. I know exactly what to do now. Because after all, there’s nothing better than a Magic Wand on a newly diapered, frantically horny Little to help them come to terms with their humiliating new underwear.…Delightfully descriptive ‘desperation’!…Kudos… -- source link