New To Nappies

***translation from UK English. Nappy=Diaper***

***All characters are over the age of 18***

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"Daddy!"

She heard the door click, and knew it was him. He hadn't even been gone long, but she always needed him so badly. She rushed through to the hall, launching herself at him, before he even had a chance to properly get through the door.

"Hey, Babygirl!" he laughed, squeezing her tight into a big hug.

"I missed you!" she said, fluttering her eyelashes as she looked up at him

"Aww. I missed you too sweet-pea."

They proceeded to the kitchen, where he put down his shopping bag on the worktop. She didn't bother to ask if he'd got anything for her, but simply began to delve into the bag. Of course, this was not acceptable behaviour, and he gave her a smack on the wrist for it, raising his eyebrows, incredulously.

"Has someone forgotten their manners in the last hour?"

"N...no, Daddy! I'm sorry. I just thought you might have got me a present..."

"And? If I have, you'll get it when I think you deserve it."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

He sighed. Maybe that should have warranted a firmer punishment than just a telling off, but she looked so cute today, he really couldn't bring himself to make her suffer. She had been all smiles a minute ago, her pigtails swinging as she ran down the hall, the yellow ribbon in her hair matching her cute little dress. He loved it when she smiled. However, he also loved seeing the look of humiliation on her face.

He poured himself a glass of water, and then picked up her juice cup.

"Would you like some juice?"

Of course, the anticipated flush of embarrassment crept across her face. She was wet, he knew it.

"No, thank you, Daddy."

"Is someone wet?"

She couldn't look at him. She still wasn't used to being forced into nappies, as it had only been a few days. But she had learned the hard way not to take them off.

The very first time he had put one on her during the night had been quite an ordeal. He had to tie her down for it. Part of him had enjoyed listening to her whine and beg, but he got tired of it, and her ball gag went in. Once she was in her nappy and PJs, he was able to cuddle her until she was consoled and back to being compliant. Often a nice long cuddle worked as a great incentive for her. He lead her through to the bathroom where she made sure she cleaned her teeth and face, before they went to bed. It was just after 5am when he woke, feeling her move beside him. It took him a moment to properly wake, and realise she was heading to the bathroom. He leapt up after her, catching her sat on the toilet. She squealed as he threw open the door, looking mortified, guilty, embarrassed. He didn't even speak to her. He simply dragged her off the toilet, ignoring her whines and cries of protest. In the bedroom, he towered over her, his glare making her shiver. She had never felt so small.

"Daddy...please...I..."

He held up a hand and she went silent.

"Get on the bed." he said, his voice low and menacing. "Face down, ass up."

She hesitated for just a second, and was met with a slap. She didn't need told again, and hurriedly assumed the position. His clothes for the next day had been laid out, and he picked up his belt, giving it a threatening snap.

She gasped.

"Oh no. Daddy, please don't!"

But he ignored her.

"After each smack, you will tell me you're sorry."

She was in tears already, and he hadn't even started.

"Yes, Daddy" she sobbed.

He lifted up her nightdress.

CRACK. "I'm sorry, Daddy!"

CRACK. "I'm sorry, Daddy!"

CRACK "I...I'm s...s...sorry, Daddy!"

She didn't count how many, but her ass was on fire. She screamed and squealed as each strike burned her skin. With each crack, she felt she couldn't take any more, and her safe word was right on the tip of her tongue. But Daddy knew her body well, and her mind too. He knew exactly how much his baby could take from him. He stopped, knowing she was firmly disciplined, but also knowing he had not gone too far. She sobbed and shook with the weight of the punishment, but he knew she was OK. It was what she needed.

He got out the changing mat, and the bag with all the supplies. She didn't put up a fight at all. Daddy kissed her bum all over, gently rubbing, applying cream and powder, before fastening a new nappy onto her.

"Thank you, Daddy." she said quietly, when he was done, and when her tears had subsided.

That had been four days ago. She had not used the toilet since. She had not dared disobey Daddy like that again.

She was looking at her feet, going slowly more red with embarrassment.

"Answer me. Are you wet?"

"Yes, Daddy" she mumbled, still not looking at him.

"Its OK, babygirl." he said, gently. "Come on, lets go get cleaned up."

He held out his hand, and she took it, following him obediently.

She lay down on the changing mat without a fuss. Although, she covered her face with her hands, which she knew Daddy hated. He always made her look at him for this part. He gently took her arm and removed her hand from her face. But his smile was kind and reassuring today.

"That's better." he said. "I like to see that pretty face."

She couldn't help but giggle.

As Daddy took off the wet nappy, he sighed.

"Still no poo?" he asked. She shook her head in reply. He was worried she was holding it in. She hadn't done one at all since he started with the nappies. He wasn't sure if she was doing it deliberately or not. How was she not hurting?

"I need you to try, baby." he said, his voice full of concern. "If you've not done one by tomorrow morning, it'll be an enema for you. And I really don't think you'll like that."

She knew she really wouldn't. She didn't want to explode uncontrollably. For all Daddy sounded concerned, she knew he would take great pleasure in watching her poo for him, totally out of her control, and calling her a messy girl as he cleaned her up. She wasn't sure if she could bear it.

He gently wiped her clean, making sure to tease her clit a little, before applying the cream and the powder. He fastened the nappy, and gave it a little pat.

"See? All done."

"Thank you, Daddy." she said, sweetly, sitting up to give him a kiss.

"Mmm. Good girl."