Daddy's Collection: 8 DDLG Stories

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After other several moments pass my attention was drawn upwards as I could hear someone scream out in pain. I gasped as on the other side of the bar, a female was bent over a man’s knee. She was being spanked. Oh my what a messy baby you are!” daddy says in my ear “getting food all over your face and now messing your diaper. You really are a baby. A messy messy baby who needs to be in diapers. Look how messy you are.” Over and over daddy said these things to me, my face bright red, tears falling down it, as he rubbed and pressed himself against my warm diaper. His hands on my hips pulling me into him, I could feel daddy’s excitement, as he began rubbing against me faster and faster, until with a final thrust he stopped then slowly stopped rubbing, the whole while telling me what a messy messy baby I was, his hands never stopping, always pushing my messy diapy. Shaking my head, I started to type a response, deleting it halfway through to give attention to the twenty-five-pound cat rubbing against me. Binx: the orange and white Maine Coon meowed at me. ok sorry about that other topic, i didn't realize when u post something here no one else cna see it.. ok below is my story...its ok if not good enough to post.. just figured i'd try) Daddy slowly stopped spanking me, letting them come fewer and farther between, and lighter each time.

She did so, which allowed me the time to work on some of the stuff I needed to do. However, it didn't last, as I soon recalled that there was something she needed to do as well. She's not only my baby, but also a college student, which she prefers to refer to as 'school' rather than 'college'. Nevertheless, it occurred to me I had not made sure she did her work. With an exasperated sigh, I finished what I was doing to find her in the livingroom once more, sitting on the couch near her. I tried to apologize through my paci, “please daddy I’m sorry, please….” I didn’t know what was going to happen, but no one likes the thought of punishment. Things started to get out of hand by the third week. She'd wet her pants every day by the time Stacy finally stepped in on Thursday, pulling her aside after helping her change out of another pair of wet pants. "Christy, I know this has to be humiliating for you and you can't really help it, but... I think you should really consider wearing a bit of protection. Just until all of this stops happening, it'd save a bit on clean up and, ya'know, save you a bit of embarrassment in front of all the kids." Hey, I just have to go say hi to some people. Why don’t you go inside and get like a drink or something and wait for me?”

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Hey, kiddo, have you done your homework yet? Weekend's almost over." I asked, tapping her shoulder to get her attention. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer and didn’t have long to live. He was going to die of cancer, just like my mother. My father made my life hell growing up, disappointed that I didn’t become the military daughter. He always asked me why I couldn’t be like my adoptive older brother. My dad would tell me: “Your brother isn’t even related by blood and he knows what he should do.” As reasonable as that was, Christy still wasn't having it and she shook her head vehemently. "No! I'm not wearing a diaper, Stacy! Absolutely not!" At this point, she didn't see much of an option. There was no way she was going to willingly wear diapers, so the bet was the only option she could consider. She just hoped she could make it to bathroom more often than she had in the past week. "I'll take the bet." I know, and you'll have all day to play if you just get your homework out of the way, right?" I smiled, "Daddy will even help you."

It'll be a whole lot easier if you stop protesting, you know. If you fight me, you're only going to make it worse on yourself." You wished you didn’t have to be little. But once you began to discover this side of yourself, you couldn’t stop, you wanted more. It got to the point where you knew you couldn’t even have a normal relationship, you couldn’t see yourself in one. You wanted a Daddy. And then along came Harry, he was beautiful, sweet, the slightest bit dominant, everything you wanted. The night you told him about ageplay and everything in between was… terrifying. Yet, he already knew you were a little girl. Sometimes, you wished you didn’t have to be. You wished you could be normal.As I looked around me nervously to see that she wasn’t the only one in this type of clothing I turned to talk to her, scared to even ask. “Tay…” my voice started hesitantly. “What have you brought me to?” She didn’t answer me. She was too concerned with the person she was waving at. I squinted as I saw the person was being pushed around in a stroller. The person inside of it was not a child. Sit up for Daddy, gotta put the shirt on you.” You sat up at his command, avoiding his eyes as he looked at your body. He loved you so much, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his lap. He felt as if his heart might burst. She wasn't disappointed. As soon as the word 'diaper' left her mouth, Christy was already shaking her head. "No way! I'm NOT wearing a diaper, Stacy, I'm not a baby! I told you this last time!" Even the thought of wearing a diaper was just humiliating for her at this point and she wasn't having any of Stacy's suggestion that she actually wear them.