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Victoria giggled again. “I just had this image of you, waiting for me all these years, holding a diaper.”

Ross threw back his head and gave a roar of laughter, not releasing his hold on Victoria at all, so that she could feel the wonderful rumble of his mirth in his chest and in his belly. Victoria was content just to put her cheek against his shirt and feel the strength and warmth that lay beneath it. Winter definitely lay only weeks away, and the evening air had a chill to it that felt lovely when you had a man to hold.

“So you like bein’ my little girl?”

“Oh, daddy,” was all Victoria could say.

Ross’ laughter died to a chuckle. He had one hand on her bottom, reminding her about the diaper, and his other hand cradled her head gently, stroking her hair in its pigtails.

“I’m fallin’ in love with you, darlin’,” he said softly, “if I’m not there already.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Me too, daddy.”

He put his
arms around her then, and gave her a squeeze. “That’s good to hear. Now I want you to look into my eyes for a moment and answer a question.”

He gently released her from his arms then, and stepped back, taking hold of her hands so that they stood like an old-fashioned courting couple.

“Because we’re fixin’ to fall in love,” Ross said, looking into her eyes with his own beautiful chocolate-brown ones. “I think we shouldn’t go upstairs to my bed together unless we really mean to be together for a while. I’m not sure my heart could take it if we let ourselves go that way, and then you decided you didn’t want to stay. You know what I mean?”

Victoria nodded gravely.

“So tell me true, Victoria. Do you think you could stay here on my ranch with me, and be my little girl, and also my best friend and partner?”

Victoria felt a smile break out on her face. “Oh, yes. Yes. Just… you’ll let me write? I mean, I don’t need to be a reporter anymore, but I kind of want to write, um, children’s books.” She hadn’t ever even voiced that thought to anyone, but Ross—well, Ross was special.

“Children’s books?” The grin on Ross’ face seemed as enormous as the open range. “Darlin’, I think you could write the best children’s books there ever were.”

Ross—perhaps, she thought with a thrill, unable to resist the urge—gathered her back into his chest. “You just made me the happiest cowboy daddy in the world,” he said. “Now go on upstairs and get into my bed, in nothing but your diaper. I’ll be up in a jiffy to take it off you.”

Victoria felt herself blush crimson, but she also felt another kind of wetness adding itself to the wetness in the diaper. Ross unfolded his arms and gave her one of those little swats she had already come to love so much, to get her going. Nothing seemed to make her feel littler than his hand reminding her that he held the power to spank her at a moment’s notice, if he chose.

She had never been in his room before, and as she entered she felt a strange, lightheaded sensation, realizing that all the ageplay they had done made it feel very taboo to be headed to her daddy’s bed to do what she knew they would soon do. Bedroom time, Ross called it. Such a soft, innocent name for something that, if it went right, should be anything but innocent.

Ross’ room looked like a cowboy’s bedroom should look. Nothing fancy: a rag rug on the floor, a simple table as a writing desk, and an old wooden bedstead. On the wall were engravings from the Wild West days, of ranch work and town scenes. Terribly self-conscious to be undressing in her daddy’s room, Victoria unbuttoned the pink party dress and let it drop to the floor, leaving her in her wet diaper, and only that. She was glad that the only mirror in the room was a little one over Ross’ dresser, but then, on an irresistible impulse, as she picked up the dress to lay it neatly over the back of a chair, she couldn’t keep from looking in that mirror.

By the soft light of the little lamp on Ross’ nightstand, she saw a terribly naughty sight: a grown-up who had been thoroughly humbled—put back into diapers, spanked by her daddy and by her new momma, made to do the washing up with her diaper on display. Again the lightheaded, taboo feeling, and Victoria knew she must give into it, because along with it came an arousal so great that she had to slip her hand into her diaper to touch her bare pussy.

Then she heard Ross coming up the stairs, yanked her hand out, and jumped onto the bed, so that she was on all fours looking at the door when he came in. He stood there for a moment in the doorway, the same way he did when he came into the pink bedroom to read her a story at bedtime, just looking at her with a smile on his face. The times he had come to the pink bedroom to spank her, of course, he hadn’t had the smile, but somehow, she realized now, she had known that it lay just under the surface of his sternness, waiting for its chance to come out and to shine on her again.

“Hi, daddy,” Victoria said shyly. “Are you going to take my diaper off now?”

Ross’ smile widened. “Yup,” he said, finally advancing into the room. “Lie back on the bed, darlin’, so I can get a good look at you.”

“Daddy, you say the most embarrassing things!”

“Yup,” Ross replied with a chuckle. “That’s what daddies are for, I sometimes think.” Then, as she obeyed him and lay back with her knees spread wide, he said, “But what did I say, really? I just told you I wanted to get a good look at you.” He sat on the edge of the bed so he could start taking his look.

Victoria felt herself blush again, at the same innocent-seeming words. “But that means you want to look at my special place! And little ladies shouldn’t have people looking at their special places, should they?”

“Well,” Ross said, beginning to open the Velcro on the diaper, very slowly, “no one but their daddies and their mommas—and if there happens to be a cowboy who can take over as a little lady’s daddy, then I think he should definitely have the right to take a good look, don’t you?”

Victoria, with her hands demurely over her little breasts, felt the breath coming in panting heaves, so aroused was she just by the sight of her daddy looking at her special place. Then he touched it, without saying a word, and started to rub it the same way he had rubbed it before, and she moaned in a way very unlike a little lady.

“Oh, God, Ross. I… I need to tell you…”

“What?” He still looked straight down at her pussy, rubbing her deliciously there, calling a flood of her wetness and making it very difficult to think, let alone to speak.

“I… daddy, if I talk about… about having you inside me… will you spank me?”

Ross looked up from where his fingers were at play up and down her bare slit, to meet her eyes with a smile.

“No, darlin’. Should we talk about protection?”

Victoria nodded, very grateful that he had broached the subject. “I’ve got an IUD,” she whispered. “And… well, I’ve been to the doctor since, you know, the last time I…” She couldn’t believe how hot her face felt. She had a panicky feeling in her stomach that Ross would be disgusted at the thought that he wasn’t her first, but she knew that was absurd.

Still, a rush of gratitude filled her when his response was to tug the diaper out from under her bottom at last and toss it into the hamper, smiling into her eyes, and then to lower his mouth to her pussy and give her a long, long kiss there.

“So,” he murmured after he had raised his head so that she could see her own arousal glistening on his lips, “what does that mean, do you think? Because, darlin’, I need to be inside you very soon, and I’d like to do it without anything between us. I haven’t had bedroom time with anyone in two years, myself.”

“Yes… oh, God, yes, daddy.”

“Alright then.” He stood up. “Daddy’s going to undress now, and show you his cock. Don’t be frightened, darlin’.”

Victoria laughed, then quickly quieted herself and tried to assume a grave expression. “I’ll try, daddy,” she said. How could it feel so right to play so very naughtily?

He started with his shirt buttons, still looking down at her so steadily that Victoria once again became terribly self-conscious. She started to close her knees and roll over, but Ross said, “Don’t do that, darlin’. Daddy’s still gettin’ his good look.”

“Oh. Okay, daddy.” The embarrassment grew, but somehow it had changed from regular self-conscious embarrassment to that delicious, hot embarrassment that Victoria now associated above all with her diapers, and with being her daddy’s diaper girl.

His shirt came off, and Victoria realized that she hadn’t seen him this naked before. His chest was even more muscular than she had pictured, and his dark curly hair there made her think about her ragdoll for some reason—it looked so soft, she guessed.

He reached down to his belt buckle, and Victoria remembered her first night, and the way her heart had jumped when she had seen his hands there, taking off the belt to whip her with it. His fingers worked at his fly, and she blushed to feel that her mouth had started to water with anticipation.
What a terribly naughty thing for a little lady’s mouth to do
. Then his jeans and briefs were on the floor, he was stepping out of them, and there was his cock, rising from a little nest of the same soft hair.

“Come here and get your own good look, little lady,” Ross said softly.

Chapter Fifteen

 

 

Victoria obeyed him instantly, turning over and crawling toward him until she could sit back on her heels on the edge of the bed, her face only a few inches from Ross’ hard cock.

“What do you think of your new toy, darlin’?” he asked, feeling his mouth twist into a mischievous smile.

“Oh, daddy,” Victoria said with one of her adorable little giggles, “it’s so big! Is it all mine?”

“Well, if you take good care of it,” Ross answered. “Can you show me how you can take good care of daddy’s cock?” He hardly knew what had got into him—he had never been this dirty with any other little girl with whom he’d played. He looked down at Victoria’s face, framed in her cute raven-black pigtails tied in the pink ribbons, and put out his hand to stroke her cheek, wondering if the even dirtier impulse he had now was something he should let out of his imagination. She looked so innocent, and so little, naked and bare and pigtailed.

But then her lips twitched naughtily, and Ross couldn’t contain his dirty ageplay mind. “Daddy’s gonna put his cock in his little lady’s mouth now,” he said quietly.

“But it’s so big, daddy! And that’s so naughty, isn’t it? Polite young ladies don’t do that sort of thing! Won’t you have to spank me if I do it?”

The twitching of her lips told him now, once and for all, that he had found the kind of little girl he had always sought: the little girl who wanted him to make her do the dirty stuff.

“It’s not naughty if I say it’s not naughty, darlin’. Open up those pretty lips, now. Daddy wants to feel good, and you did say that you wanted to give me a reward, didn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” Victoria replied meekly, and opened her mouth nice and wide.

“Put out your tongue now, so daddy can lay his cock on it.” She looked up at him and did as she was commanded, her eyes widening a bit—in arousal? Yes, because her breathing came faster now, too.

Enchanted, he took his cock in his right hand and set it gently on her tongue. She gave a whimper at the feeling. “Daddy’s going to push inside now,” Ross said, and he did: he took his little girl by the pigtails, and he shoved himself inside her as if without a care for her pleasure or her comfort. He looked down at the shameful sight of his cock using his little lady that way, and he began to move his hips gently back and forth, holding her head still.

Victoria had her eyes closed, and her mouth made wet little noises as Ross used it to take his cock’s ease there. He had never before been able to give himself over to his craving for erotic domination, and he knew it was because Victoria had the craving that answered his, and he loved her for it. Then he realized he was terribly close to coming, and he pulled out. Victoria’s eyes opened, and she looked at him with distress on her face.

“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Ross said softly. “It just felt too good, and I want to be inside your special place when I come.”

“Oh,” she said. “So… you liked it? You’re not going to spank me?” Ross smiled at the note of disappointment in her voice.

“I liked it very much, young lady, but I’m afraid I am gonna spank you now.”

“Oh! But… why?”

“Because I’m your daddy, and I can spank your bare bottom whenever I please.” The words came without premeditation, and Ross didn’t think he’d ever said anything like them before. But they seemed to him in that moment to declare with near perfection the idea that lay at the heart of his passion. Victoria was the girl whom he wanted to spank, simply on general principle, for the rest of his life.

“That’s not fair!” Victoria said, pouting.

“Fair or not, it’s what your daddy says,” Ross replied. “Daddy’s gonna spank you, and then he’s going to put his cock in your special place, to make you feel all better.”

“Oh, well… if you’re going to do that, daddy, then I guess the spanking won’t be such a terrible thing.”

“Turn around and bend over until your cheek is against the quilt, darlin’,” Ross murmured. “That’s it. Now spread those knees so I can see everythin’ a daddy likes to see. I’m so glad I bared you down there. Your sweet little pussy is the cutest thing I ever saw.”

“Daddy, you know how to make me blush better than anyone else in the world, I think.”

“Well, let’s get those little bottom-cheeks as red as the ones on your face, then!” Ross started to spank her, standing just to the side and bringing his hand down hard, in a slow rhythm, right-left, right-left.

Victoria made little yelps, but Ross could tell that she had reached the level of arousal where even a very hard spanking just made a little girl’s pussy wetter. Finally her cheeks were bright red, and she was crying out, “Oh, daddy… daddy, please.”

“Please, what?” Ross asked with a chuckle.

“I can’t say! Little girls mustn’t say bad words!”

“Young lady, are you askin’ me to fuck you?”

“Yes! Please, daddy!”

Though a part of him loved this play so much that he wanted to wait, Ross couldn’t bear it anymore: his cock shouted for relief, and so he took it in his right hand and brought to Victoria’s soaking slit. At the feeling, she cried out, softly, “Daddy,” and then, as he began to push in further, she just kept repeating it, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.”

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