Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“I’m ready, Sir.”
He lifts me onto the changing table, and I cringe as he tucks a diaper under me and fastens it. When we leave my nursery, I know my face is red and puffy from my tears, but it doesn’t matter, Anabel and Anthony would have heard me getting spanked.
Neither of them says a word as Daddy gathers up everything we’ll need for the morning and shrugs his backpack onto his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
We each get in our own golf cart and Daddy follows Anthony toward the water park. The island isn’t very large, so it only takes about ten minutes to get there. Soon enough, Anabel and I are strapped into our strollers headed for the entrance.
It’s crowded today, not surprising for a weekend in the summer. Daddy and Anthony make their way through the patrons and finally find a pair of lounge chairs we can claim as a home base for the morning.
We’re next to a large splash pad, and Anabel excitedly tells me it’s her favorite place in the park.
Daddy and Anthony sit facing each other sideways on the two lounge chairs with Anabel and I between them. I’m looking around at all the fun things to do, not paying attention until suddenly Daddy lifts my shirt over my head and removes my diaper.
I jerk my gaze back to him to find him putting sunscreen on his palm.
Anabel is also completely naked next to me. She looks totally unphased. She’s done this before. I have not. Nudity doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been exposed at fetish parties or BDSM clubs on the mainland, but never like this in broad daylight surrounded by hundreds of people.
Goosebumps rise on my skin as I look around. No one is paying attention to me. In fact, other Littles are also standing naked while their Daddies and Mommies slather them in sunscreen.
I fight the urge to cover my nipples, but my hands stray that direction anyway.
Daddy gives me a stern look. “No one is looking at your titties, baby girl. Put your arms down so I can put sunscreen on you so you don’t burn.”
I’m embarrassed he’s voiced my concern out loud, and I look at the ground while complying with his demand. My nipples are hard, and they get harder as he applies sunscreen to them, rubbing it into my sensitive skin, paying extra attention to my boobs.
My bottom is burning, and I try not to think about how red it is and that Anthony and Anabel can see the evidence of my spanking from half an hour ago.
When Daddy spins me around to apply the lotion to my back and my legs, I wince every time he gets close to my bottom. That’s nothing compared to how high I jump when he sets his palm flat on my bottom and rubs the sunscreen directly on my heated skin.
Daddy grabs my arm and holds me still while he rubs it in. It hurts, and I’m trembling. Finally, he’s done, and he pulls out a swim diaper and has me step into it. I’m relieved I’m not expected to run around totally naked all day. I’m also confused about why he put the sunscreen on my bottom.
I must be frowning my confusion when Daddy looks at me because he smiles and says, “Burns, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Maybe don’t do anything to end up with a raw bottom again on a day we’re going to the water park.” He lifts a brow.
I shudder. The sting is even more prominent now that the tight swim diaper is rubbing against it. The elastic at my thighs is the worst part. I cringe every time I move my legs.
Daddy reaches up to tighten my pigtails before clasping my waist and meeting my gaze. “I can’t be next to you constantly inside the water park. You’ll stay with Anabel, and you’ll stay where I can see you at all times.”
I nod. “Okay, Daddy.” Already I feel a certain level of trepidation. I won’t be in my harness here. I’ve developed a bit of social anxiety since moving to the island. Something about my regression has caused me to prefer to stick close to Daddy, preferably buckled in tight when we’re not at home. The thought of walking even a few feet away from him makes me nervous. Whey hadn’t I thought of this before?
He pats my bottom. “You’ll be fine. Just be aware of your surroundings. Most of the time, I’ll be with you. We can go on some water slides and the lazy river together. But I’m not going into the splash pad with you.”
I nod, my bottom lip trembling. I won’t cry. I’m a grown adult for heaven’s sake. Until two weeks ago, I went everywhere alone. Never thought about it. Classes. Restaurants. Out with friends.