Chapter Twenty

I glanced at the clock nervously - I had started dinner late and instead of doing something fancy, it was just tortellini boiling in the water, the sauce warming on the stove. Easy. I just needed the water to boil faster. Daddy would be home soon and then I wouldn't be allowed to stand, and that man couldn't make toast. It was uncanny really, even the simplest recipes turned out to be disasters that required a ton of cleaning, but there was no way I was giving up our baby game just because he was going to make a mess. Cleaning the messes was my job... when he wasn't around.

"Come on.. " I whispered to the pot of water. I shouldn't have been masturbating so long, but Daddy hadn't let me cum in days and there was no way he was going to find out this time - I put the vibe exactly back where it had been. Nothing was out of place - I wasn't even supposed to know where he had hidden my wand.

"Yes," I cheered quietly as I pulled a bit of pasta out of the pan and inspected it - it was ready. I rushed the pot over to the kitchen and drained it... when I heard the sound of his key in the lock. "Poop!" I shook the colander twice and rushed it back to the stove, pouring the pasta into the sauce and tossing the empty strainer on the counter just as the door opened - I immediately dropped to my butt.

"Hello Cupcake," his voice was like a drink of cold water after a long walk in the desert. I smiled up at him - he was tall, but he never looked taller than when I was sitting on the floor. He closed the door softly behind him. "Are you playing in the kitchen again, you naughty girl?"

"No Daddy," I lied as I crawled over to him, making sure to swing my diapered butt in the air. He gave it a playful swat as he crouched down, pulling me into his arms and lifting me off the ground. I melted into his embrace as he squished the sodden padding against my bottom - I was really wet. He gave me a long, slow kiss and my toes curled involuntarily as they dangled in the air on either side of him. This was the best spot in the world - safe in Daddy's arms. I adored the fact that he could lift and carry me, and I found myself being lowered into the highchair... my hands were quickly secured in the leather restraints and the tray was snapped in place - I was helpless. Just like he wanted. Just like we both wanted.

"Tortellini, huh?" he mused as he turned off the burner, grabbing a couple of bowls. "Someone was a busy girl today then, I bet. What was my little Cupcake up to today that she had to make a rush dinner?"

"It's not a rush dinner, Daddy," I lied again - I lied to Seth a lot. Before we got together, I had no poker face at all. Just thinking about lying made me blush... but I lied to him constantly. He knew, most of the time. It should probably have bothered me that it came so easily now, but my mind was elsewhere. "I just really wanted tortellini!"

"Were you good for your nanny today?" He asked as he carried a bowl over and sat down next to me, setting the delicious smelling pasta down in front of me.

Oh, we were playing this game today. My nanny was imaginary, and yet she tattled on my constantly. If he was invoking the nanny, that meant he probably had a game planned for tonight. Yay!

"Yes Daddy," I said cutely as he tied a bib around my neck and set my bottle down on the tray. If Jessica from five years ago could see Little Jess now, she'd be screaming... I had fallen down some strange rabbit hole and now lived the happy, carefree life of a bratty toddler... and I loved every moment of it. The Jessica of five years ago had no idea what she was missing. "Nanny said I was very, very good today. I begged her to make the tortellini and she said yes."

"Oh I see," he mused as he blew on a bite of food softly before holding it to my lips. "And what did nanny have my little Cupcake doing today?"

I couldn't answer - I was too deep in the bliss I felt as he fed me. I had been holding my bladder just a bit for this moment and let go, feeling beyond helpless as I sat restrained in the high chair, being spoonfed my own cooking and wetting myself. I wanted him to tell me how helpless I was, to rub it in a little, but he was gentle Daddy right now. I had to crank it up a bit.

"Well, I gotted some corner time and had to clean the crayon off the wall," I made up a quick story about being naughty to give him a hint of what I wanted. "But it wasn't my fault, Buttercup Jolly Hooves needed me to make a magic portal so she could go visit her friend... " I searched for a fun name, "Peachy Sweet Ears. So I did, but I gotted in just a little trouble."

"Oh, that is naughty - little girls shouldn't draw on the walls, Cupcake." He took a moment to eat his own dinner while he held a bottle of apple juice to my lips. I drank obediently while he ate, waiting for my turn to talk again.

"I wasn't drawing, Daddy," I protested. "I was making a magic portal. It just looked like I was drawing because nanny doesn't know magic."

"Oh I see," he nodded sagely, offering me yet another bite. Tortellini might be a rush meal for me, but it was good. "I guess you deserve to be bound and helpless the way you are right now, huh?" There it was. I felt the adrenaline surge through my body at his words, the excitement. My cheeks flushed involuntarily. "I bet you're a wet little girl, too. Did you make it to the potty for nanny today, or did you just wet your diapers?"

"I.. I tried," I stammered. The heat between my legs was no longer from wetting alone.

"Such a helpless little girl," he teased. "That's why we have to keep you in such thick diapers, if we didn't-"

Then his phone rang, interrupting him mid-tease. I wanted to cry for real. I wanted to scream and fuss as he took the call, stepping away from the table. It wasn't fair! I waited for him all day and now he wasn't paying attention to me! It sounded like stupid work, too. Those stupidheads. I knew better than to make any noise while he was on the phone, though. I couldn't embarrass him to his job. My joyous arousal was rapidly fading as I waited, grumpy.

"Sorry Cupcake," he apologized, sitting back down and taking two quick bites before feeding me.

"It's okay," I sighed. It had to be - he made all the money, sometimes he had to take calls at dinner. Sometimes he had to work weekends - he was really good at his job and people needed him. "Have you heard from Nessa at all?" I seriously doubted that he had, but I was curious - we had emptied her nursery just yesterday.

"Nope," he answered as he fed me. "We probably won't hear from her for a bit - she has to get Dani calmed down and figure out this whole Julian thing."

"Dani is really cute," I beamed as he took his turn eating. "Did you see how shiny and dark her hair is? Oh, I so want to braid her hair, it looks so soft!"

"We have to go slow with her, Cupcake. She wasn't already a rope bunny like you, silly girl. She's a vanilla and if we scare her off, Vanessa will be very upset."

"I know how to talk to vanillas," I said defensively - though it wasn't exactly true any more. I barely talked to anyone, and the few people that I had regular conversations with were in the scene. "I just really, really want to play with her. Do you think she likes coloring? Do you think she likes games?"

"I don't think Vanessa would be interested in anyone who didn't like games," he smirked. "I just want you to be extra careful, okay? And yes, she's cute - but not as cute and precious as you, my wonderful little Cupcake."

"Aww Daddy," I blushed as he unbound my hands, pressing the bottle into my grip - I was supposed to drink it all. He dropped the bowls and the pot in the sink for me to clean up tomorrow, and stashed the tiny bit of leftovers in the fridge before wandering off.. into the bedroom. I called after him, "When can I play with Dani? I really want a playmate. Do you think Vanessa will let her have sleepovers? Oh, can I sleep over there? I wonder what kind of diapers will be her favorite... "

"Cupcake!" his voice was harsh from his room, and when he came back, he had a dark look on his face. Actual fear entered my heart as he walked toward me.

"Yes Daddy?" I asked meekly. I hadn't actually drawn on the wall, but he looked madder than just pretend.

"You played with your wand today, didn't you?" he asked accusingly, hands on his hips.

How did he know? I put it back perfectly!!

"No Daddy," I lied. This was a dangerous lie, not a playful lie - if he did know somehow, I would be in trouble. I stared up at him, helpless in the highchair as he glared down at me. I gulped.

"I know you're lying," he said sternly. "You have one chance to tell me the truth. Did you find your wand and play with it?"

I had a choice - I could tell the truth and get a small punishment, there was no way I was getting off with just a warning.. probably back in the stupid chastity belt over a diaper. I didn't like that. Or I could double-down and probably get a bigger punishment... but one I might enjoy if I played my cards right.

"No Daddy," I lied again. "I don't even know where it is. I gotted in trouble for using it when you said not to, so I certainly didn't find it in the middle drawer of your dresser that I never go in." I let a little grin slip. It was too fun.

Yes! His eyes lit up. That meant it was going to be a fun punishment! My plan worked.

"Enema time, naughty girl."

Oh no. Oh no no no.

"No Daddy!" I whined, wiggling in the high chair. I couldn't reach the latch of the tray, that was half the point, so I was helpless as he prepared the supplies. "No Daddy please!"

"Oh don't worry," he chuckled. "You'll get lots of time with your wand soon. We're going to make sure you cum... after your enema."

Oh messy orgasms were so humiliating, and the cleanup was a nightmare... I was going to love it, but it was certainly a punishment. Oh well, at least I could enjoy begging in the meantime.

"Please Daddy, no! I'm sorry. I did it! I got into the drawer and found the wand and I played with myself! I'm very, very sorry. How did you even know!?"

"Daddy always knows," he said darkly.