Free Girl's by Darla Phelps Page B

correspondence when you made 'I won't want you' remarks. If I go back through your email, I'm sure I'll probably find more. I'm not your mother and I'm sure as hell not your father. And since all my talking hasn't taught you how precious you are, then, Baby, you'll learn through dependence."
    "But...b-b-but-"
    "Do I need to give you some incentive to use your diaper?"
    His hand stroking her shoulder and arm felt very large, and the look in his eyes was unmistakable. She bit her bottom lip. Shaking her head, she said, "No, Daddy."
    He brushed her hair back from her eyes. "Good. I'm not much in favor of dishing out spankings before breakfast. Do you like pancakes or waffles?"
    "Pancakes," she said softly, hugging Bear even as she buried her face in his fur and tried with all her might not to wet her pants. Unfortunately just thinking about it was making the urge grow stronger, and she knew it was a lost cause to keep fighting. She whimpered.
    "Jam or syrup?" Daddy continued.
    "Syrup."
    "Then that's what we'll have," he said. "Just as soon as you've done what Daddy asks like a good baby girl should."
    "I can't." Her eyes began to tear.
    "Shh," he soothed, holding her tightly and gently rocking them both in the porch swing. "It's all right. It's what I want you to do."
    His hand slipped from her arm, journeying down to gently rub low on her tummy, little circles that applied pressure against a bladder that already felt on the verge of bursting.
    "Oh!" she whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she lost control. The warm gush of liquid flowed from her, and Meg began to cry.
    "There's a good girl," Daddy soothed, rubbing her tummy in comfort. "Let it all out."
    "I don't like this," she hiccuped.
    "I know, but it's all right." He kissed her forehead. "You're doing what I told you to. Come on, let's get you changed and dry again."
    On the bathroom floor, he lay her down on the quilt that enveloped her so warmly and unwrapped her as though she were the sweetest of treasures. She drew her knees up at his gentle insistence, his warm hands parting her thighs wide, splaying her open to him. Meg turned her face away, blushing furiously when he removed the soiled diaper and began to wash between her legs with a cleansing wipe, but he wasn't about to let her hide herself from him.
    "Meggy, baby," he said, smiling because her entire body tensed. Not because of misery or upset, but because he'd just parted the lips of her baby bare sex to dip between them. Gently, he coaxed, "Look at me. I want to see my little girl's pretty eyes."
    Her lips parted, her back arching slightly as he touched all the most sensitive places.
    "Look at me," he coaxed again. He rose up on his knees, stretching between the cradle of her thighs and over the top of her. He leaned his forearm on the quilt by her head, bracing his heavier weight off her as he continued to stroke, up and down, the wipe becoming slippery as her arousal began to flow from her like honey.
    "Open your eyes," he repeated.
    Her legs remained just as far apart as he had made them, like a butterfly's wings unfurled, and her hips began moving under the motions of his hand. She combed her fingers through her hair, catching fists full of the brown locks and holding fast, moaning raggedly, but she opened her eyes and turned her head to gaze up at him through half-closed lids.
    "Because you were such a good girl for Daddy, I'm going to give you a reward," he said. "Let me see your face. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me. That's my precious, baby girl. I want to watch you cum."
    Her legs trembled and shook. Were he not stretched up between them, she would have snapped her knees together as he caught her clit between his fingers.
    "I have the most beautiful baby," he said, while she whimpered and moved against his hand. "I love it when you make those little noises way back in your throat like that. No, open your eyes, Meggy. Look at me. I love the way your nipples swell, wanting to be