Page 27 of Saving Little Jenna
I shook my head when he looked at me expectantly and my stomach rumbled. "I hungry."
He laughed and swiftly diapered me up, goosebumps all over my body as I kicked my limbs. Being diapered was such a personal thing, I looked forward to it each day since I got to share the moment with Daddy.
He went through my clothes in the dresser and picked the ones he knew were my favorites, a pink shirt that said 'Daddy's girl' and shorts with little barbies printed on them. My favorite clothes for such a special occasion, just when I thought the day couldn't get any better. I usually stood still when Daddy dressed me, but today I could barely stand still as I wiggled and swayed side to side.
"You've got enough energy to power a small town, Little one." Daddy laughed as he tied my hair in pigtails. "Excited for today?"
As if he even had to ask. I bobbed my head up and down. I’d been a nervous wreck initially, but now that I was in my Little headspace and Daddy was in control, I was nothing but excited.
With my limbs around him and his arms around me, he carried me downstairs to the kitchen. I was surprised to see a bunch of coloring, join-the-dots books, and crayons waiting for me on the floor. He had prepped things last night while I was sleeping, which meant he was looking forward to it just as much.
I sat on the floor lost deep in the books. It was comforting to see Daddy just inches away from me. We truly were going to spend each waking minute together today, and hopefully, it wouldn't be too much for him.
Just when he was plating breakfast, I crawled over to him with my drawing in a hand and hugged his legs.
Popping the pacifier, I looked up at him. "Am I being a good girl, Daddy?"
"The best, sweetheart." He patted my head and scooped me up in his arms before placing me onto the highchair. "Are you asking me because you want a puppy so bad?"
"Guilty!" I handed him my drawing and it showed us holding hands while a puppy looked up at us.
I swayed my legs back and forth on the highchair, waiting for Daddy to finish examining the drawing.
"This is what I've always wanted, a family to call my own." He nodded and handed the drawing back to me. "You're being so good, honey. You'll get a puppy soon at this rate and I know you're responsible enough to take care of it."
Ever since I got my own nursery, I'd been cleaning up after myself. Yes, I made a huge mess but I always put my toys away after. Sometimes I also helped Daddy around the house by cooking us dinner, when I was the least likely to be in a Little headspace.
"I don't want you to buy one, Daddy," I said. "I want a puppy from a shelter. You helped me when I was homeless and I'll forever be grateful. I want to do the same with a puppy when the day comes."
"Aw, such a sweet girl." He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Never change, sweetheart. You're too precious for this world and need to be protected at all costs."
When I looked down at my plate, my smile faded. Daddy liked to sneak vegetables into my food, but today he was outright open about it. My plate consisted of wholegrain toast, varieties of cheese, and everything else was just vegetables. Half of the meal consisted of stir-fried baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby lettuce, and baby eggplant.
"Baby vegetables for my baby girl." Daddy nudged the plate towards me. "You've been good the past few days finishing up your vegetables. So I thought it was time I stop sneaking them in and make them part of the meal. Go on then. Vegetables are good for you."
"Agree to disagree." I pushed my lower lip out in a pout and turned my head away with crossed arms. "How can they be good when they taste so gross! I don't wanna eat them."
Things were getting out of hand and I had to put my foot down. If I agreed to eat them now, it could become a habit and he might make me eat them every day.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He used his Daddy voice, which meant he wasn't having it. "If you make me ask one more time, I'll have your bare bottom over my knee and have it busted.”
It was unfair that he could turn me on even at the dinner table. It didn't help that his stern Daddy voice was deep and sexy. I looked forward to a good spanking just as much as any other Little, but the idea of a busted bottom wasn't exactly sexy. I had no experience, but even I knew that spankings had to be gentle for them to be anywhere near enjoyable.
I shivered with arousal as I opened my mouth to speak. "Spankings are far more enjoyable than having to eat vegetables. Vegetables are so hard, crunchy, and colorful. Food isn't supposed to be colorful! Crayons are supposed to be."
The stern expression on his face turned into a loving one. It was obvious Daddy was opposed to the idea of striking me.
"I was going to feed you lunch, but since you're being adamant, I'll feed you breakfast too."
He put on a bright smile as my face lit up. He hadn't fed me before, so he knew I wouldn't turn down the opportunity even if it involved eating vegetables. In fact, I could eat nothing but vegetables for the rest of my life if it meant Daddy would feed me.
I wiggled in my seat and clapped my hands as I did a happy little dance in the highchair. I couldn't believe I got to see the day I was so excited to eat vegetables.
He moved his chair closer to my highchair and cut the vegetables up into small pieces. Feeding me a piece of toast with cheese, he made an airplane with the fork and began feeding me vegetables. My gag reflex would usually come into play, but I was so lost in watching the airplane I didn't pay attention to what I was eating. Halfway through he began singingbaby sharkand I shimmied to the tune. It was surprising how his deep voice could be so sexy and soothing at the same time.
By the time he finished, my smile slowly faded as I realized how good he was for me. I hated vegetables but he refused to give up because he cared about my well-being, something no one else cared about all my life.
I used to spend hours reading stories about age play. I was so sure no man in real life would have such patience and dedication, that it was all just fiction. But here I was, living with a Daddy who was the most caring and loving a Little could hope for.
