“Feel better?” he asked.
Michelle nodded and smiled. Rick parted her thighs and wiped her clean. He lifted her legs up, placing a clean diaper under her bottom. Then he wiped cream over her privates and did up the diaper.
“All done, little one.” Rick patted her diaper. “Nice and dry. Although probably not for long.”
“Daddy,” she moaned as he smiled.
“Come on then. You can play for a bit while I get you some breakfast.”
Picking her up again, Rick carried her into the living room. Michelle saw that he’d put up her playpen and pouted a little.
“I don’t like the playpen, Daddy,” she complained as he placed her inside.
“Well, little girls need playpens so they don’t wander off and touch things they’re not supposed to.”
She scrunched up her face but began to play happily once Rick left the room. He returned shortly carrying a bib and a plate. Placing them on the coffee table, he moved to the playpen.
“Time for breakfast, sweetheart.”
Michelle held up her arms and Rick helped her out of the playpen and sat her on the sofa. Then he slipped a bright blue bib over her head and scooped up some porridge onto a spoon.
Michelle shook her head, her lips firmly closed.
“You’re going to eat this, little girl,” Rick said sternly. “It’s good for you.”
“Nuh-uh, yucky. Want sweets.”
“No way. Open your mouth.”
She shook her head again. Rick gave her a stern look before flipping her over his knee and pulling down her diaper to give her five sharp swats.
“Ow, what happened to no punishment until I asked for one?” she asked him, slipping into being an adult.
“That doesn’t apply to little Michelle. Little Michelle knows how to ask for what she needs,” he replied.
He fixed her diaper before sitting her up.
“Now, open up and eat your breakfast before I decide you need some medicine up your bottom.”
Michelle knew exactly what that meant. No way did she want an enema and butt plug. She opened her mouth immediately and he placed the spoonful inside. Actually, the porridge wasn’t so bad; Rick always sweetened it with honey. But still, it looked yuck.
And she’d rather have sweets.
“Good girl,” Rick praised her.
Michelle had just finished eating when the doorbell rang. She immediately frowned, not ready to become a big girl again. She expected Rick to pick her up and take her to their room before opening the door; instead he got up, and placing her on the sofa, went to the door. When he came back their next door neighbor followed him.
Michelle immediately blushed. What was Rick thinking? She squirmed, wondering if she could cover her diaper up with a cushion.
“Thanks for coming over, Jon,” Rick said.
“My pleasure. Hello Shelley, my you’re a beautiful little girl.”
Jon, their handsome, single neighbor crouched before the couch and patted her knee gently. Michelle looked up at Rick, confused. He never exposed her like this to anyone who wasn’t into age play themselves. So did that mean Jon was?
“Jon’s come over to fix the washing machine, baby girl. So I can wash your pretty little dresses.”
Michelle blushed hard as Jo