Page 32 of Winter Break

I scrunch up my nose. Enjoy it?

“It’s freeing. Trust me.”

“You’re not the one wearing a diaper,” I grumble.

His chuckle rumbles through the room. “I’m also not the sassy Little girl who’s about to get her pussy spanked. Do you want to continue arguing?” He lifts a brow. He’s still smiling.

“No, Daddy,” I say contritely.

He slides a hand under my waist to lift me a few inches so he can spread the diaper out beneath my bottom. Next, he opens the tube of ointment. “I’m going to rub this into your pussy and bottom to protect your skin, Little doll.”

The moment his finger touches my clit, I moan. It seems like it feels better every time he so much as grazes my sensitive skin. He has to press down on my pelvis to keep me from bucking my hips as he spreads a generous amount of the ointment on my folds.

When he’s finished, he slides his fingers lower and rubs the slick substance against my rear hole.

I clench. “Daddy…”

“No part of you will be off limits to Daddy, Little doll.” He presses a finger against my hole.

“No, Daddy!” I blurt out, reaching to shove at his forearm. “That’s gross.”

“Your bottom is a natural part of your body, Little doll.” He ignores both my verbal and physical attempts to stop him and slides his finger into my bottom.

I dig my fingers into his arm. “Daddy…” I whine.

“Don’t fight it, sweetness,” he says softly, easing his finger in and out of my forbidden hole. “Let it feel good. In a few days, you’ll get used to me breaching your bottom and learn to look forward to it. There are millions of nerve endings inside your rectum. You’ll find it enjoyable for me to stroke them.”

I roll my head back and forth. “No… I won’t. Yucky.” But he doesn’t stop. His finger presses in deeper, and he’s still holding me down, so I can’t stop him.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to ignore the sensation. It’s not supposed to feel good. The inside of my bottom is not for touching. It’s a private hole for pooping only.

But Daddy won’t stop, and my pussy is getting wet. It’s not from him touching inside my tight hole. It’s not. Is it?

“I can smell your cream, Little doll.”

I shake my head. This isn’t happening. I hate his finger inside me. I want him to take it out. I bite into my lower lip and hold my breath, willing him to be done.

But Daddy is relentless, and he keeps penetrating me, deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he adds another finger.

I cry out at the stretch. It’s too much. It hurts.

“Relax your bottom, naughty girl. I’m not going to stop until you realize how good it feels. I know it’s a tight stretch, but if you get out of your head, you’ll start to like it, sweetness.”

“Nooo…” I don’t want to like it. I want him to stop.

He’s thrusting in and out faster and harder, deeper, making my body bounce. Suddenly, the thumb of his other hand slides to my clit, and he presses down.

A tight ball of pent-up need explodes inside me. I can’t stop the orgasm that consumes me, so strong that even my bottom clenches around the two fingers penetrating my gross hole.

I’m panting so hard I can’t catch my breath as Daddy eases his fingers out of me and cleans them off on the wipes.

When he’s done, he smooths his palms up and down my thighs, comforting me. Or trying to. “That’s my good girl. I know that was hard, but now you know how good it will feel every time I fuck your pretty bottom with my fingers.”

I shudder at his crude words. I’m exhausted and beyond confused. My reactions to everything he does are irrational. I can’t process what’s happening to me.

“You need sleep, Little doll,” he says as if he can read my mind. He lifts the front of my diaper around my waist and fastens it at my hips.

When he’s done, he lifts me under the arms and brings my limp body up toward his chest, holding me close.