Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
My usual comfort settles around me like a warm blanket as Papa puts my harness on, cinches it tight, and snaps the leash to my lower back. I’m still wearing a T-shirt under the harness as we enter the water park.
My breath hitches as usual, and Daddy squats in front of me next to the golf cart with a teasing grin on his face. He hooks his fingers under the straps across my chest and tugs me forward so our lips are an inch apart. His knuckles graze my nipples.
He kisses me. Not a quick peck but a long deep satisfying kiss that leaves my knees weak and my pussy pulsing. The plug in my bottom doesn’t help. When he breaks the kiss, he sets his forehead against mine. “You’re worried about the water park, aren’t you, Baby girl?”
I bite my lip. “Everyone is going to see my boobies,” I murmur in my Littlest voice.
“Yep. And you’re going to get used to it super fast. It’s just like the beach. No one cares about your pretty little titties, Baby girl.”
I shudder when he uses that word. Wetness floods my diaper. My nipples are tight hard buds, growing harder because Daddy is still touching them. “Okay, Daddy,” I murmur, but I’m not convinced.
The entrance is crowded, which isn’t surprising. All the park entrances are crowded. It’s not until we find a pair of lounge chairs near the entrance to the lazy river that I let myself glance left and right.
Littles in all shapes, colors, and sizes are being stripped naked by their caregivers. I take a deep breath as my own Daddies sit facing each other sideways on two lounge chairs.
I’m sandwiched between them. Without a word, Daddy pulls my shirt over my head while Papa removes my diaper and my sandals. It’s a struggle to avoid covering myself.
They both squeeze a significant amount of sunscreen on their palms and begin rubbing it into my skin. All over my entire body. I have to set a hand on each of their shoulders to steady myself while Daddy spends far more time than necessary rubbing my boobies and Papa nudges my feet apart to get my inner thighs.
The only part of me not slathered in sunscreen is my actual pussy. I won’t need any there under my swim diaper, plus it would probably burn my sensitive skin.
Daddy turns me to face him, slides his hands up to my chest, and flicks my nipples rapidly until I’m whimpering. I know better than to tell him to stop.
With his thumbs still pressing against my nipples, he holds me close and looks me in the eyes. “Without looking tell me about the titties on the Little girl to our left.”
I swallow and try to think. “I don’t know, Daddy,” I admit.
“What about the Little girl behind me?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t look.”
“Do you care how big or small anyone else’s titties are, Eloise?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper.
“Do you judge other Little girls by the size or shape of their titties?”
I shudder. “No, Sir.”
“Do you think maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt and assume they aren’t paying attention to yours either?” Daddy lifts a brow.
I give a slight nod. He’s right. I grasp that intellectually, but I’m still embarrassed. And more importantly, I’m so very horny standing here naked and aroused with the biggest anal plug in the set lodged in my bottom for everyone to see.
“Would it help if you leaned over my lap and let Papa spank your bottom hard before we put your swim diaper on? I bet your tush would burn where the elastic of the diaper touches your skin. It might give you something to focus on instead of your titties.”
I swallow and slowly nod. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now than get spanked so hard that everyone around looks at me. It’s the oddest feeling. Am I weird? A tear escapes to run down my cheek, shocking me.
Daddy removes his thumbs from my nipples and pulls me tighter between his legs. He hugs me close while Papa pulls his lounge chair closer and crowds me from behind.
Daddy rubs my back and speaks softly into my ear. “Our Baby girl has a lot on her mind lately.”
More tears fall. I don’t know where they’re coming from. Why won’t they stop? I’m not sad. Am I? I think I’m just stressed. My head has a lot going on inside it.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Papa asks from close to my other ear.
I shake my head. I can’t talk about it. I don’t even understand most of it, and the parts I do understand I’m not ready to discuss.
“Are you unhappy, sweet girl?” Papa asks.
I shake my head and glance at him. “No, Papa. I’m the happiest Little girl on Earth.”