Page 20 of Saving Little Jenna
Zipping up the back, he pushed the head cover over my head. "Aw, don't you look adorable?"
Leading me up to a mirror, I twirled and checked myself out before letting out a sharp bark and hanging my tongue out. He laughed and scratched my head. When he stopped, I leaned my head into his hand and nudged it. Taking the hint, he scratched my head some more.
"Am I a good girl, Daddy?" I imagined that's what a pup would ask if it could speak.
"The best, sweetheart." He leaned in for a passionate kiss that left me wanting more. "In fact, so good that you deserve a gift! I don't know if you want it, though. Too many presents can get boring real quick."
"Whoa, a pressie!" My eyes twinkled up at him. "I can never say no to those, Daddy. There aren't enough pressies in the world for them to become too many. In fact, nine out of ten doctors recommend gifting pressies to Little girls every day. It's supposed to keep them healthy or something."
"That makes no sense whatsoever." Daddy laughed as he pulled a neatly wrapped gift out of the closet. "Are you sure you aren't making stuff up just to receive presents?"
When he handed it to me, I tore the beautiful wrapping in seconds and oohed and aahed. It was a stuffed puppy with its little tongue hanging out. It was cuteness overload and I couldn't help but squeal in delight. I wondered how he knew that border collies were my favorite, but then I realized it was the same stuffie I had hugged at that store the day we shopped for clothes at the mall.
"You remembered, Daddy!" Squeezing it in my arms, I lay kisses on its head as my face lit up. "It's so cute I'm gonna die. Best present ever!"
"Not as cute as you." By the bright smile on his face, it was clear Daddy had just received the only pressie he ever wanted, which was to watch me happy. "What are you gonna name him?"
"Doggo!" I said instantly. "Because he's a dog. I named him years ago when I dreamt of having my first stuffie one day. I had a teddy bear but I sewed it up myself, so that doesn’t count since he looked like Frankenstein. I'll take good care of Doggo, Daddy. I'll take him everywhere I go and talk to him so he doesn't feel lonely."
He nodded in approval. "Such a kind-hearted girl. That's what I like about you, sweetheart. You arere kind even when the world wasn't nice to you. Since you're being so good, you receive another present. I was going to give it to you later, but good girls deserve all the gifts in the world."
Once again, I tore through the wrapping when he handed the gift to me from the back of his closet, but this one was big and heavy. I wondered how many gifts he had hiding back there.
"It's a figurine collection of all the popular dog breeds," he said. "Michael loves to collect animal figurines, so he suggested this when I asked him for gift ideas."
I knew figurines were expensive since they were collectibles. A sudden realization overcame me, that no one had ever spent so much on gifting me. In fact, no one had ever even gifted me. I had to spend all of my birthdays being punished, which my parents claimed was the only way to make sure I wouldn't celebrate and be happy.
When tears formed in my eyes, Daddy threw his arms around me and lay soft kisses on my head. "Aw, it's alright sweetheart. It's fine if you don't like the present. I can always return it and get you something you like."
Daddy's words only further reminded me of how much my life had changed after a lifetime of cruel suffering, now causing tears to roll down my cheeks. Would I ever get used to his kindness? Panic overcame me and it suddenly became apparent how easily Daddy made me forget about my painful past. However, I shouldn't forget, and for good reason. The threat I was running away from would never stop coming after me.
"I don't deserve nice things, Daddy," I said between sniffles as I tried not to burst out into tears. "You've been so kind to me when I've done nothing to deserve it. I've never received gifts before because I was told I was unworthy of love and affection, that I deserved the cruel treatment instead. Ever since you've come into my life, you've only been so nice and caring. I'm scared it's all going to get taken away from me. I don't want to go back! I don't want to lose you, Daddy! I promise I'll be good and behave! Please don't ever leave me."
My lower lip wobbled as I tried to stay strong for Daddy. I wasn't going to cry hysterically over nothing even though I wanted to.
When he broke the hug, he frowned down at me with a concerned look. "You're being silly, sweetheart. Daddy is right here and I'm not going to let anyone take my baby girl away from me. I'm definitely not going to send you away for misbehaving or being bad. It's completely preposterous. I want you to be yourself, Little one. You've brought joy into my life and for that, you deserve everything you want and more. As for your past life, I don't want you worrying or thinking too hard. It's a daddy's duty to do all the worrying, remember?"
Sometimes reassurance from Daddy was all a Little needed. It was hard to ignore the problems of the real world and be carefree, but Daddy was right. I should let him do all the worrying.
Because I'd been so upset, he gave me a few more wrapped gifts, which turned out to be a set of barbie dolls and colorful pacifiers.
"Now you don't have to suck on your thumb in your sleep anymore," he said when I put the pink binky in my mouth. "God, you look so cute."
Over the next few days, we spent every waking moment with each other. It was natural to get used to the love and affection and slowly begin to take things for granted if it was just infatuation, in which case it was supposed to grow weaker by the day. Instead, each day I found myself growing madly in love with Daddy, and it was clear he felt the same way.
One day after lunch, Daddy told me he had some important work to take care of and so was going to drop me off at his friend, John's place. As much as I wanted to play with him all day, I knew he had a company to run and he had to focus on that too.
"You sure you want today to be the first time you try a diaper on?" Daddy asked after he got ready. "Michael will still want to be your friend without a diaper, you know."
"I'm doing this for me, Daddy," I lied. "It's like you said. I need to discover just how Little I like to get."
Daddy was right. A part of me was doing it to impress Michael. I hadn't had a friend all my life, so despite being scared of strangers, I badly wanted to make my first friend.
Stripping me out of the onesie, he looked at me from head to toe appraisingly. I stood stark naked and as if on cue, I saw a slight movement in his already huge bulge. It was almost too vulgar how big Daddy was packing. It was hard enough already to conceal his bulge with clothes, so every time his cock twitched as it did now, there was a huge tent in his pants.
"I'll never get used to how pretty you look, with or without clothes." He adjusted his dick before sweeping me off my feet in a swift motion, causing me to squeal, and then burst out into laughter.
Laying me onto the bed, he pressed my binky against my lips and I eagerly began sucking on it. When he powdered my privates, my cheeks turned red. But the moment I saw a diaper in his hand, arousal turned to excitement. I began to regress, kicking my arms and legs in wild excitement.
