Eloise’s Daddies – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
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I’m not the only one. I can see other Littles around me with bulging diapers. They must have been holding their pee pee in while they swam too. Peeing in the pools would have been gross even in a swim diaper.

I’m relieved when we get to the golf cart, and my legs are spread obscenely wide in my car seat after Daddy removes my harness to replace it with the safety straps of my seat.

He kisses me before jumping into the passenger seat.

Papa is driving.

We ride back to the cabin in silence, and when we arrive, it’s Papa who unfastens me and lifts me to the ground.

Walking into the cabin is uncomfortable. I’m glad the cabins are spaced far enough apart that no one can see me waddling with a soaked diaper between my legs.

When we get inside, Daddy takes my hand and leads me to the corner of the kitchen. My breath hitches when he points to it and calmly says, “I think you need some time to think, Baby girl.”

My bottom lip trembles as I tip my head back. “Am I in trouble, Daddy?”

He cups my chin and shakes his head. “No, Eloise, you’re not in trouble. But you have some talking to do, and Papa and I think you need to gather your thoughts so you can tell us what’s on your mind. You’ll stand here until you’re ready to talk to us. No more bullshit. It’s time to tell us what has you so troubled.”

My shoulders droop, and I lower my gaze when he releases my chin. “Yes, Sir.” I turn to face the corner. I hate timeouts. My Daddies both know this. I’d much rather be spanked or any other punishment than being left alone in a corner.

Daddy and Papa move around behind me. I can hear them. I try to pinpoint what they’re doing and where they’re standing for several minutes before I remind myself I need to concentrate on facing them with my thoughts instead of wasting time.

I take a deep breath, try to ignore my diaper, and lean my forehead against the corner. When I close my eyes, I can think easier. Daddy was probably right to make me stand in the corner. It helps me center. There are no distractions. It’s just me and my thoughts.

I don’t really need a lot of time to ponder what I’m going to say. I’ve thought it through a dozen times. I just need time to take some breaths and calm my nerves. I kind of wish I had my paci. It always helps me focus and relax. Or Peaches. My stuffie understands my moods too.

I need to be brave, face my Daddies, and accept whatever their reaction might be. I can do this. Even though deep inside I’m often very Little, I have an adult side too. She has dreams and aspirations. She’s important.

After a while, I decide I’m ready and turn around.

Daddy and Papa are sitting on the couch, waiting, watching me. They look calm, but maybe they’re nervous inside.

I waddle toward them.

Papa rises. “Let’s get a fresh diaper on you, sweet girl.” He takes my hand and leads me to the nursery where he silently straps me to the changing table and removes my soaked diaper. He doesn’t linger as he cleans my folds. He doesn’t finger my bottom. He doesn’t even rub my clit more than necessary.

I understand. I wasn’t expecting him to do more than change me. We have an agenda.

Five minutes later, we’re back in the living room. Papa sits next to Daddy and guides me so I’m standing in front of them.

I’m far more comfortable now with my dry diaper but still nervous, and I wring my hands together.

Daddy speaks first. “We really thought we’d nailed it when we decided you wanted a pet. Are you sure it’s not that?”

I shake my head.

Papa’s brow is furrowed. “We would get you a pet in a heartbeat, sweet girl. A puppy or a kitten or even a hamster. Whatever you want. If having a pet to take care of makes you smile, it’s yours.”

I swallow. “They cost money, and they have vet bills, and they have to be trained, and they need food and stuff,” I point out.

Daddy flinches. “Well, yes, but that’s okay. We can afford a pet, Eloise. Is that what’s bothering you?”

I shake my head again. “No, Sir.” When I release my hands, they start shaking, so I bring them back together. “A pet would be fun, but I know they are a lot of work. You’re just being nice. You don’t really want to get a pet.” I don’t know why I’m harping on this. It’s not my main point. I’m stalling.

Papa frowns. He leans forward and sets his elbows on his knees. “Eloise Grace, you’re talking in circles. Daddy and I will take you to look at pets as soon as we get home. We’ve talked about getting a puppy or a kitten for a long time, even before you moved in with us, sweet girl. We’d be thrilled to add a pet to our home. It’s a moot subject. Done. It’s apparently not what’s got you all in a dither. Tell us what’s really bothering you.”


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