Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tamsyn
Daddy threaded a hand through her hair at the nape of her neck and put the other between her shoulder blades and then laid her down on the cushion-topped table. With all of her little things and the addition of the paci she was feeling very small indeed, and not a little turned on.
Didn’t help matters when she was on her back and Hux pulled out stirrups from the end of the table that he settled her heels into. Helped even less when he fastened straps around her ankles and one over her tummy.
He threaded the thick leather over the fabric of her dress but under Octavia and her blankie, and then gave her a little tickle just under her ribs that made her squirm and squeal.
“Hold on tight to your stuffie, babygirl. Have to keep Octavia safe.”
Just like how Daddy keeps me safe, she thought. It was true and kind of scary. Scary because of how much she liked it.
She hugged Octavia tighter and tried to ignore how her breasts felt heavy and swollen, and how her nipples had hardened and were rubbing against the bodice of her dress. Not that she thought Daddy would mind her getting aroused—she was pretty sure both her daddies were really big fans of her being turned on—but she still felt conflicted about beingsolittle.
Didn’t stop her from letting out a small, breathy moan when Hux spread her thighs. Technically she could reach down and undo the straps that were holding her fast but she may as well have had her mitts on for how helpless she felt. There was no way she would let Octavia or her blankie fall on the floor, and she didn’t need to. If she used her safeword, Daddy would stop. She didn’t want him to stop.
Hux folded her dress over the waist strap to expose her diaper and the reminder made her wiggle. Yep, there was something both comfortable but filthy about the padding under her butt and apparently that was her favorite combination.
“Did you use your diaper already, babygirl?” he asked, passing a hand over her belly and pressing lightly.
Tamsyn flushed and shook her head, and her daddy responded with a tsk and more pressure on on her pelvis.
“It’s been a long time since your last diaper change,” he chided. “Little girls shouldn’t go so long without using their diapers.”
That might be true, but he must also know she was unlikely to do it unless in dire straits or without some…encouragement. Encouragement like he was giving her now.
The way he was massaging her tummy and pushing firmly on her bladder, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. It wasn’t that she wanted to be bratty or disobedient, it was just really hard.
Shame and mortification for having accidents had been hardwired into her brain and no matter how much she wanted to please her daddies, that wasn’t going to go away overnight. Or maybe even ever.
“Come on, kitten. Be a good girl for Daddy and use your diaper. That’s what it’s there for. You’re not being naughty and you’re not having an accident. You’re doing exactly what I want you to do, and I’m going to be so pleased with you. Stop fighting Daddy and relax. Let Daddy help you.”
Tamsyn closed her eyes, gave Octavia an extra squeeze and rubbed the silky corner of her blanket, sucked on her paci as though her life depended on it. Maybe not her life, but her dignity. She called on her senses to be completely surrounded by feeling little, so little, and finally she was able to let go.
Even with her daddy’s praises, her face still burned as she felt the warmth gather between her legs and a couple tears managed to leak out between her squeezed tight lids.
“There you go, babygirl. What a good girl you are. Such a good girl for Daddy even when it’s hard. I’m so proud of you, and so grateful. You give me so much and I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”
Hux rubbed her tummy and kissed her tears away, murmuring sweet words while she finished, and his eyes were filled with concern when she managed to look up at him.
“It’s okay if you need a break, little girl. It’s a lot, I know. You can be a big girl for a bit if it would help.”
She shook her head, hard. No, she didn’t want to be a big girl. That would make it worse. Then she would feel like she had to keep her shit together and that seemed like a lot to ask at the moment.
“Okay, no big girls here, just Daddy’s sweet little baby. Maybe a cuddle before we change you, though? It’s not going to hurt anything for you to be in a wet diaper for a little while.”
That sounded more like what she wanted, to be as close as possible to her daddy, have him give her hugs and rub her back. And if he was willing to do that while she was wearing a wet diaper? Might help ease her worries about her unfounded fears. He’d asked for this after all. Repeatedly. But knowing something and feeling it in your gut were two different things and apparently her gut was stubborn and skeptical.
She nodded and gathered her blankie into the same arm as Octavia so she could tug on Hux’s shirt sleeve.
“Oh, yes, let’s do that. Have a nice cuddle. I love to snuggle you so much, little girl.”
He had her out of her bondage and into his arms in a minute, and then settled them both into the big rocking chair. Being in a straddle over his lap made the wet diaper more apparent to her but it didn’t seem to trouble Hux at all. No, if anything, he pulled her closer, guiding her head to his shoulder and soothing her with long, firm strokes down her back.
“You don’t have to bottle up those tears, babygirl. You cry all you want to. Little girls can have big feelings, and daddies aren’t afraid of big feelings.”
Tamsyn hadn’t realized quite how hard she was trying to keep her feelings at bay but Hux’s encouragement seemed to bust open the dam she hadn’t known she’d built. All the tears came flooding out in a rush.