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But momma returned in a moment. “Such a cute little girl,” was Mrs. Stovall’s only comment, as she slipped the dry diaper under Victoria’s bottom and shook some baby powder on.

Then she fastened the diaper in front and said, “Alright, Victoria, I’m gonna have you go downstairs and get the biggest wooden spoon from the kitchen.”

“Oh. Oh, momma… I’ve never… had the spoon.”

“I know, child. Mommas are the ones who use the spoon. Now do as I’ve said.”

Victoria stood up and smoothed down her pink dress around her legs. She looked at momma, who was smiling kindly at her. “Thank you for changing me, momma,” she said.

“You’re welcome, child. Now get me that spoon. There’s a bottom around here that needs a lesson.”

Chapter Thirteen

 

 

Ross watched with approval as Victoria came down the stairs. He could tell immediately that she’d had her diaper changed.

“Doin’ better, darlin’?” he asked, greeting her at the bottom. Mike had settled in one of the big chairs by the fire in the living room.

“Yes, daddy,” she said. “Only…”

“Only what?”

“Only now I have to get the biggest wooden spoon, so…”

“So your new momma can spank you with it?”

Victoria nodded, with a cute, penitent expression on her face.

“Well, you’d better not keep her waitin’ then.”

Victoria looked up at him, and Ross could see that the thought of the spoon scared her, but that something about the diaper discipline had altered the way she looked at these ageplay things he had introduced into her life. She trusted him, to put it simply.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, feeling her brow relax into a smile as his lips met the smooth, soft skin there. Then he couldn’t resist giving her a swat on the backside to get her going—and to feel the diaper there.

“Now, git,” he said, and she giggled and moved toward the kitchen, while he went back into the living room.

A few moments later, he had the satisfaction of watching little Victoria ascend the staircase holding the old wooden spoon in both hands. The way she carried it seemed to him so self-consciously little that it made his heart swell. What a wonderful, special diaper girl he had found.

“I like her,” Mike said.

Ross chuckled. “You haven’t exchanged two words with her.”

“Nope,” Mike agreed, taking a sip of the whisky Ross had poured for him when Kelly had gone up to help with the diaper situation.

The sounds of a little lady getting a spanking began to filter down from upstairs. When Kelly had spanked Sally Mae, in the old days after the four of them had first gotten into doing some of their ageplay together, she would always leave the door open. Ross was sure she did the same now with Victoria, out of habit, but he had a bit of doubt about whether it was fair to Victoria that Mike was hearing her shriek, “Momma, not so hard! Please, momma! I’ll be good!” in and among the sharp thwacking of the wooden spoon against her bare bottom.

Mike, for his part a consummate gentleman, sat sipping his whisky as if nothing was happening that was at all out of the ordinary.

“Be right back,” he said to Mike, and put down his whisky to go up and close the door.

Could he deny, though, that part of his reason to do that was in order that he could catch a glimpse of what he saw, standing in the doorway of the pink bedroom? The sweet naked bottom of his little girl, framed in her pink frilly dress, upended over the stern grey wool lap of Kelly Stovall? The adorable streaks of red from the wooden spoon, and the way the bottom squirmed while the spoon fell again and again with the sharp smack of a well-delivered maternal stroke?

Kelly said, “You’re almost done, child. Don’t squirm so!”

Reluctantly and quietly, Ross closed the door. Kelly saw him as he did so, and she smiled at him. Ross thought that smile might mean that Kelly liked Victoria, and that, too, was a wonderful thing.

Victoria had corner time after that. Kelly came down to tell Ross that she’d told Victoria to stand in her room with her dress held up nice and high and her nose in the corner. “Time to go up and change her,” she said with wink.

“And time for you to get changed, too, sweetheart,” Mike said.

“Yes, daddy,” Kelly responded, pivoting from momma to little girl in an instant.

She fetched her party dress while Ross went up to Victoria’s room.

Ross knocked and entered, to find a scene just as sweet as the one he had pictured: a beautiful little girl, with a beautiful bottom, standing in the corner sniffling.

“Daddy, is that you?” she called.

“Yes, darlin’,” Ross said, moving across the room to put his hand on her bare, punished cheeks.

“Oh!”

“Do you feel like you can be a little lady now?” he asked, rubbing there very gently and feeling his cock grow hard.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Well, let’s see. Get on the bed so I can put your dry diaper on. If you don’t make a fuss about that, and if you play nicely with your new friend Kelly, you’ll be back in your big-girl panties tonight.” The thought brought a sudden impulse to mind, and he almost spoke it, but pushed it back again.

“Okay, daddy,” Victoria said, and went straight to the bed to lie on her back with her bottom on the white cloth of the diaper and her dress up around her waist.

Ross stepped over and looked down at her, while she gazed up at him. The impulse returned at the wonderful, cock-stiffening sight. Ah, heck. He couldn’t push it back anymore.

“Little lady,” he said, softly, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you look very sexy like that.”

“I do, daddy?” she whispered.

“Yup.”

“Well… um… do you want to do something about that, daddy?”

“Do you want me to, darlin’?”

He watched her compress her lips in a tight line, and he could tell that she was trying to figure out not whether to say Yes, but how. Finally, instead of speaking, Victoria just gave a little nod.

“Should we have bedroom time later, after the Stovalls go home?” Ross asked softly.

Victoria nodded again.

“Should I give you a little reward right now, before I change you?”

Another nod, more vigorous, with a little smile. Then at last she spoke. “Can I give you a reward too, daddy?”

Ross chuckled. “Not right now, darlin’. I like the considerate thought, but you’ll learn that daddy gets to say in the bedroom even more than anywhere else. If I want a reward, I’ll tell you, and you’ll give it to me.”

Victoria rewarded him with the kind of wide-eyed, aroused stare he adored almost as much as he adored the sight of a well-punished bottom, in the corner with the hem of a frilly dress held over it.

He sat down on the corner of the bed, down where her special place lay exposed with her knees obediently open. He thought he could see that her little lips there had a bit of a shine to them. Gently, with the middle three fingers of his right hand, he touched her there.

Victoria gave a questioning little whimper, and Ross began to rub, very gently, up and down the special place, paying special attention to the part at the top that made Victoria cry out a little.

“You look so sweet, my pretty little lady,” he murmured. “Daddy’s going to taste you now.”

“Oh, God… oh, daddy… Ross, my God.”

Ross knew how good he was at this, and he smiled as he kissed and tasted.

He lifted his head for a moment to look into her eyes, and she looked back at him with a wondering kind of smile. “You may come, little Victoria,” he said.

She nodded. Ross could see her processing the fact of the permission—from the way her brow puckered and from her intake of breath at his words, he could tell that it aroused her very much to think that her pleasure would be at his command. Then he returned to his work down between her thighs, and in a few moments she cried out, arched her back, and finally said, after the tremors had left her limbs, “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’,” Ross replied as he fastened her diaper up again. “I promise I’ll let you give me my reward, in my big bed, later.”

Victoria gave him a shy smile. “I can’t wait, daddy.”

The girls, in aprons over their party dresses, finished up dinner, and served it to their appreciative cowboys. Ross and Kelly and Mike guided Victoria through the intricacies of an ageplay party: the way she had to call Mike ‘Mr. Stovall’; the way spanking was nearly the main topic of conversation, as Mike told the story of how Kelly had earned her latest whupping by coming home late from the library. Victoria seemed to get comfortable with it very quickly, but Ross could see astonishment in her eyes when Kelly suddenly told Mike, at the end of dinner, that he could clear his own plate.

“Sweetheart,” Mike said, “what kind of a thing is that to say? Where are your manners?”

“I guess I left ‘em at home, daddy,” Kelly said defiantly, though she had a twinkle in her eye. Kelly liked to brat, but she wasn’t all that creative with it.

“You’d better get yourself over my knee then, I think,” Mike said with a theatrical sigh. He pushed his chair back from the table.

“Fine!” Kelly said, maintaining her bratty air. She swished over to stand next to Mike.

“I don’t like your attitude, sweetheart,” Mike said, “and you’re gonna get the bare-bottom spanking to prove it.”

Now Kelly did one of her favorite things. “Oh, please, daddy. Not on the bare! Over my dress, please! They’ll see!” She pointed to Ross and Victoria.

Ross could see that a little smile had started to play over Victoria’s lips.

“You should have thought about that when you decided to give me some of that sass of yours, sweetheart.”

Kelly turned as if to run away, but Mike grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down over his thigh. He held her there while she kicked and squealed, with his left arm, while with his right he flipped up her little blue party dress and pulled down her pink panties.

In the chair to his right, he saw Victoria squirm a little bit, as if in memory of her own spankings that day—and also, Ross imagined, of her diapering. The thought that Victoria was watching Kelly get spanked while wearing a diaper under her own party dress made Ross harder than rock, and his mind turned to thoughts of the night to come, hardly believing it might actually come to pass.

Kelly’s plump little bottom was now in full view, and Mike had begun to deliver sharp spanks to it at a slow pace.

“Victoria,” Kelly cried, “please don’t look!”

“She’d better look, darlin’,” Ross said. “It’s a good lesson for her. You pay close attention, now, Victoria.” He had a hard time keeping a straight face. Kelly loved knowing everyone was watching.

“And you’d better not be tellin’ anyone what do right now, sweetheart,” Mike said, spanking her harder and faster.

“Ow!” Kelly squealed. “Ow! I’m sorry, daddy!”

Playing along, Ross said, “Now Victoria, watch how Mr. Stovall spanks right on little Kelly’s sit-spot for a while, before he moves around. I think I’m goin’ to do that with you, next time you misbehave.”

“Oh, daddy!” Victoria said, turning red.

“Mr. MacGregor!” Kelly wailed.

“That’s what happens to naughty little girls,” Mike said. “Are you gonna clear my plate now?”

“Ow! Yes, daddy.”

“You’re gonna clear the whole table, and your friend Victoria is going to watch you. You’re going to do it with your dress tucked up and your panties down.”

Ross had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Mike was very creative indeed, and Ross didn’t think Kelly could have seen that one coming.

“Daddy!” Nope, she wasn’t acting.

“Oh, please, Mr. Stovall,” Victoria said.

“Just for that,” said Ross, “you’re going to do the dishes with your own dress tucked up and your diaper showin’, Victoria.”

“Daddy!” Victoria definitely wasn’t acting, either.

So it was, and Mike and Ross got to see two sweet bottoms on display as the girls went about the washing up. Ross winked at Mike, and Mike winked at Ross.

After that, the girls sat on the floor in the living room, playing jacks and coloring horses, while their daddies drank whisky and talked cattle. Victoria did indeed play very nicely with Kelly. At about 8:00, Victoria came over to Ross and whispered, “Daddy, I need a change.”

Ross smiled broadly. “Well it’s about time to say goodnight to these folks anyway,” and Mike and Kelly, being the friends they were—Ross had none better—said that they had to be getting home. Kelly gave Victoria a big hug, and so did Mike. Kelly whispered something in her new friend’s ear, and Mike said right out loud, “Little Victoria, we’re very glad you’re here. I don’t mind sayin’ that I’d like to see a lot more of you around these parts.”

Chapter Fourteen

 

 

After the Stovalls had driven away, Ross took her abruptly and swiftly in his arms, and without any warning, kissed her hard. It was not a daddy kiss. Although he had his hand on her bottom, and she knew he could feel the diaper there—indeed, the wetness of the diaper made her terribly conscious of the way he had disciplined her, and the craving she had developed for that discipline—he kissed her passionately, as a man kisses a grown-up lover.

Victoria felt a kind of desire, and the beginnings of a kind of love, she had never felt before. Her body seemed to know what to do when this man’s arms were around her: it melted into him; it did everything possible to demonstrate that she was his for the taking. Instead of trying to hold herself up, standing apart from the big man who held her, she instinctively used her muscles to cling to him. If he let go of her, she would fall to the boards of the porch, but she knew he wouldn’t let go.

That was the difference: she had never known a man whom she could trust absolutely not to let go. The thought of belonging to him, of being his submissive little lady, had caught fire in her mind for the first time because everywhere she wanted to go in her fantasies, Ross had already gone, and he was standing there in her mind’s eye, holding a diaper.

She giggled at the thought, somewhat marring the passionate searching of Ross’s tongue. He broke the kiss and growled, “Somethin’ funny, darlin’?”

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