Chapter Twenty-Five
Saoirse’s shoulders and back were sore by the time Arthur retrieved her from the corner. Plus she could really use a tissue because she’d been sniffling the whole time but she didn’t dare go get one. Not that she’d be able to use it with her hands restrained behind her anyhow.
Lucky for her, her daddy was possibly the most attentive man on the planet and put one of the soft handkerchiefs he always carried in a pocket to her nose and instructed her to blow. More embarrassment but also a hint of that dreamy feeling that her daddy really would take care of everything.
He unclipped her wrists and righted her diaper, cover, and skirt, and massaged her shoulders and her back like he knew they were aching even though she hadn’t said anything. How did he justknow?
When he was finished, he pulled from under the changing table an armful of pastel pink fabric that looked like it had a million straps and buckles on it and her eyes went wide as her pussy clenched.
Arthur shook out the fabric and…was that a straitjacket?Oh, God.
“You need to cooperate while I put you into this, otherwise you’ll get another spanking plus a punishment enema.”
Feeling like her eyes were as big as a cartoon’s, she couldn’t stop staring at the straitjacket which was a mix of harsh control and cutesy softness that pressed all her buttons, real hard.
“No, Daddy, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
Shame reddened her cheeks but Saoirse held out her arms and her daddy took her mitts off only to pull the arms of the straitjacket over them, and then he arranged the fabric. There were holes in the front that left her tits exposed and fuck, if anyone had designed a device to get her wetter, she couldn’t imagine it.
Arthur buckled her into the jacket, wrapping her arms below her tits and securing the straps so she couldn’t move, could barely struggle, and then pulled still more straps through her legs just in case she thought she could get her locked diaper off.
“There,” he pronounced when she was feeling trussed up and vulnerable as hell. “Don’t you look like a darling well-behaved girl? Can’t fight with Daddy now, can you?”
Saoirse shook her head. She certainly couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything which was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. It made her dizzy. And horny as hell.
Arthur gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the rocking chair where he settled her onto his lap so she could be fed. She felt hot all over, and desperate. Needy but also defiant. It was a good thing he’d bound her like this otherwise she might do something foolish like try to squirm out of his lap.
“Now let’s give you your bottle. Open up, princess.”
Not knowing what possessed her, Saoirse turned her head and Arthur tsked at her.
“Still such a naughty girl,” he said. “You’re going to get a very serious punishment after this.”
He pinched her nose and stubborn as ever, Saoirse held her breath until she couldn’t anymore, finally opening her mouth to take a breath. When she did, he stuffed the nipple into her mouth.
“Suck, or you’ll be getting that punishment enema after all.”
Saoirse had enjoyed the ones she’d gotten at Doctor Eric’s—a lot—but she didn’t think she’d like one that was meant to be painful, so finally she gave in. And the thing was…it was nice.
She liked the feeling of the rubber nipple in her mouth, enjoyed closing her eyes and mindlessly suckling while her daddy rocked her and toyed with her sensitive nipples. Why had she fought him so hard when this was the result?
When she’d finished the first bottle of her special formula and Arthur picked up a second, she didn’t refuse but took this one too and drank it down, as well as the third one filled with diluted sports drink after that.
She did protest a little at the fourth of the light blue liquid because her tummy felt full but when Arthur coaxed it into her mouth, Saoirse took it and drank it all down.
At the fifth bottle which was just water she shook her head and he pinched her nostrils closed again. After she took a breath and he’d stuffed the nipple into her mouth yet again, he said, “If it takes you more than ten minutes to finish this bottle, I’m going to fill up your bottom with a milk and honey enema and that is going to be very uncomfortable, little girl. Your choice.”
So though she felt full and bloated and like she was going to burst any second, she took the fifth bottle and tried to breathe through the fullness of her tummy.
When she was finally done, she was horny as hell. Between the suckling and the fullness and the bondage and her daddy pinching, rolling, and tugging on her nipples she felt swollen and wet between her legs. Desperate and squirmy, aching for attention and a climax.
As soon as he’d removed the tip of the bottle from between her lips, Arthur stuffed a paci gag in her mouth and buckled it behind her head. And then plopped her onto her rocking horse with the thick padded bar between her legs and applied clamps to her nipples that attached to the handlebars.
“Hump your horsey until you come, princess. Go on. Your little titties are going to stay clamped until you do, so it’s up to you how sore you want your nipples to be.”
So completely mortifying, but Saoirse was so out of her mind with lust she couldn’t spare more than a flushed-face second to resist. Her nipples were throbbing already, and got tugged hard by the clamps when she moved. That along with the friction on her clit from the thick diaper and the bar between her legs as she rocked was pretty much guaranteed to get her off.
The nosies she made as she worked herself on the horsey were desperate and animal—she was thankful for the gag she could suck on because she didn’t even have to consider words. She didn’t have any. All she had was the vicious tightness on her nipples and the ratcheting up of the erotic tension in her body.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Daddy loves to watch you rub off on your horsey. And when you’re done, I’m going to fuck you up the ass. Stuff my cock into that tight little hole of yours and fuck you until I spill my hot come in your bottom.”
She mewled at his filthy promise, pictured it in her mind, thought of him wrenching her hair while he thrust into her and how conquered she would feel, and that’s when it hit her. A sudden burst that made a light flash behind her eyes and what felt like every muscle in her body convulse. Saoirse relished the way she could rock out the rest of her orgasm at her own speed with the perfect amount of pressure.
Just when she thought the shuddering climax was tapering off, Arthur unclamped her nipples and when the blood flowed back into the abused buds she was swallowed by a wave of pain that also made her orgasm go on and on.
And when she was done, her daddy was there, just like always, picking her up, cradling her in his arms and murmuring to her.
“That’s my good girl. Yes, my good, sweet filthy girl. I love you, princess. So much.”