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Aftercare
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This is a sweet little story I wrote for Sundoll. I hope you like it!
Aftercare
The noise level confirmed that the party was still going on downstairs. They had escaped it together momentarily but it was almost time to go back. She felt exhausted after everything she had just been through. He held her in his arms, rubbing her back and shoulders gently. She felt overwhelmed with affection, clinging to his body.
Her bottom was sore from the beating, red and purple. Hand prints all over it. Her breasts were sensitive, her tears had barely dried. She felt complete, rewarded, taken care of. Put in her place.
His fingers traced her collar bones, then her spine, giving her chills. He was staring at her face, carefully watching her eyelids moving, her mouth, her facial expression.
‘’Time to say goodnight’’ he whispered in her ear.
She knew what he meant, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. She shivered at the thought of stepping outside of her bedroom, her butt still bruised from the spanking she had received. She would have to proceed through thanking each guest for their presence and wishing them a good night, signaling it was time for her to go to bed, while the rest of them would party on.
It wasn’t an unusual display for the types of parties they were hosting. Many guests engaged in the sort of dynamics that could be quite exhausting, both physically and mentally. The difference was the way he would make her say her ‘’beddy-byes’’, which suggested the scene wasn’t over.
She knew this tied into the after care part of their roleplay, though she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it, which simultaneously turned her on, in a never-ending cycle of shame and pleasure.
‘’Do I really have to, Daddy?’’ She whimpered, in a pouty voice. ‘’I’m not even sleepy yet.’’
‘’You can stay up a while longer, angel, but you’ll have to get ready first.’’
He slowly pushed her back and let her sit on the edge of the bed as he moved over to the dresser and pulled the top drawer open.
She was full of apprehension, waiting for him to choose what she would wear for the night.
He looked back at her and smiled, as he brought out the pink garment. Folded up, with flowery patterns and printed purple hearts, you could immediately tell what it’s purpose was from the thickness of the padding. It looked exactly like what you’d expect a potty-training toddler to wear to bed.She covered her face, blushing hard as it crinkled when he slowly unfolded it in the shape of underwear and started stretching its sides.
‘’Daddy please, not Pull-Ups… not now.’’ She pleaded, knowing there was nothing she could do against it, except to try to appeal to his pity.
‘’It’s okay baby, I know you’re a big girl’’ he reassured her while presenting the childish training panties for her to step into.
‘’But Daddy… people will see, can’t I put it on after I said goodnight? I promise I won’t have an accident until then...’’
‘’No one here cares about your undies, sweetheart. They’ll be under your PJs, no one will make fun of you.’’
They probably wouldn’t, but it didn’t stop her from blushing. She would parade around, giving her friends goodnight kisses, thanking her guests for coming to the party, all the while in her girly purple pajamas, wearing a pair of Pull-Ups underneath, like a little bedwetter who’s up past her bedtime.
Everyone would gawk at her, telling her how cute she is as she waddled around, smelling like baby powder and lotion, her red butt all padded up and crinkling with each of her step. Only then could she finally go back to her room to be tucked in by her Daddy.
This thought turned her on so much that she had almost broke her promise not to have an ‘’accident’’ before she put on her glorified big girl diaper.
He didn’t waste time arguing with her as she was trying to delay the inevitable. He knew that’s what she wanted, she was simply embarrassed about others seeing her when she was so vulnerable, but after it was done she would feel much better, safe and protected.
He slid the Pull-Up on, with care and expertise. Goosebumps appeared on her body as the fabric grazed her thighs and the padded seat met her crotch, hugging her bruised butt. She couldn’t help but smile when she purposely closed her legs together to feel the thickness of the underwear.
He sprinkled a cloud of baby powder into the garment and let it snap across her belly, smelling fresh and clean.
There was something truly cathartic about being put back in those disposable training panties. She felt she could let go of her responsibilities and just be herself. Trust him to know better and to take care of her. It was as if suddenly nothing was expected of her anymore, not even to be able to do something as basic as going to the potty by herself.
This state of bliss was accentuated when he reached out to the bedside table and pushed her light pink pacifier into her mouth. Her lips sealed around the rubber soother sent butterflies in her stomach her heart fluttered with happiness.
He grabbed her legs and made her sit on his lap as she was sucking on her dummy. He comforted her by gently stroking her hair, then patting her padded behind to remind her she was his little baby, and babies wore diapers.
She smiled through the pacifier and added: ‘’just in case’’, a childish reassurance she was repeating to herself, to give her the illusion that she didn’t actually need to wear Pull-Ups, but merely chose to, because even big girls have accidents sometimes and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.
‘’Yes baby’’ he replied, humoring her. ‘’Now it’s time to brush your teeth and go downstairs to say goodnight.’’
Her cheeks flushed again, she looked down at her feet, contemplative, before spitting out her pacifier in her hand to speak.
‘’You’re sure they won’t know I’m wearing them?’’ She whispered, naively.
‘’I didn’t say that, honey. I said no one cares about your undies, but of course they’ll know.’’
She blushed even harder than before. ‘’But daddy...’’
‘’It doesn’t matter sweetie, let them think what they want. It’s just you and me right here.’’
She wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. Her pajama pants were pretty thick, she thought, they would most likely cover the whole Pull-Up. Maybe it would give her a bigger booty than usual, but people wouldn’t suspect that’s because she’s wearing a bedwetting diaper. Besides, the noise of the party would cover up most of the crinkles and the stench of alcohol would overpower the delicate powder scent. Right?
He was probably just messing with her… But there was still doubt in her mind.
This doubt erased when she noticed his mischievous smile, staring back at her confused pouty face.
‘’Let’s get those PJs on.’’
When he slipped her feet in, and slid up her pink pants over her padded bum, she knew she would be his secret baby. Sure, she would still have to say her beddy-byes to everyone, walking around in little girl pajamas, but only the two of them would know the rest. That she was his little girl, that he would tuck her in with her stuffies, her pacifier and her sippy cup.
Then daddy would go back to the party and entertain the guest until they left. But when he’d come back, he might find his little girl already in a wet Pull-Up, secretly hoping he decides to put her in a real diaper for the night.
Comments
This is my favorite kind of scene. Very understated, and incredibly arousing.
