Page 30 of Deciding for Little Dallas
“Oh, maybe. Paisley must be the worst friend in the world if she’s going to be mean to you about wearing diapers.”
“Paisley is a good friend!” Dallas argued, lifting her head up to look back at him.
“Oh, so it’s? that darn Emily. I knew she was naughty!” he said, speaking about her best friend.
“Emily is my best friend!” she protested. “She’s not a naughty girl! Her’s the best girl!”
Her tummy churned with the need to poopandanger. Why was Daddy talking so badly about her friends?
“So what friends will be mean to you?”
“I… I dun know.”
“I don’t think any of them will be, Bitty. I think you’re just so nervous, your brain is making up reasons for you to be scared.”
Dallas thought over his words before laying limply over his lap again. “Maybe, Daddy.”
“Can you try for Daddy? I know it’s so hard, baby, but you’re such a brave girl.”
“C-can I have some privacy?”
Pike helped her off of his lap and held her hips “You can absolutely have some privacy, Bitty. How would you like Daddy to help you when you’re done?”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Do you want to come tell Daddy when you’re done or do you want Daddy to give you some time and then come get you?”
Dallas hadn’t thought about how hard it might be to tell Daddy she needed to be changed until Daddy had asked the question. She was glad he was so thoughtful as they both navigated this new path together.
“Can you come get me?” A cramp rolled through her tummy and she grabbed her belly.
“Okay, Bitty. Daddy will be back soon.” As soon as he left the big bedroom, she rushed over and slammed the door shut. She heard his chuckle through the door and she even grinned. Once she was sure he was away from the door,? she covered her face with her hands and emptied her bowels.
She stood there awkwardly, scared to move until Daddy opened the door and peeked his head in a few minutes later. “All done?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Let’s go get your booty clean then.” He scooped her up and carried her into the attached nursery, laying her on the changing table. He pulled off her diaper cover, unfastened the diaper, and quickly cleaned her up. Dallas used her biggest, bravest, bits of courage to watch her Daddy as he got her into a new diaper. He didn’t seem grossed out or disgusted with her even though she thought he might be, even if it was just a tiny bit.
“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, Bitty?”
“Is it yucky?”
Stopping what he was doing, he bent down and kissed her head. “No, baby, it’s not yucky at all.”
“Why?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. After feeling extra taken care of she didn’t think it was so yucky either, but she wanted to know why Daddy thought that too.
“Because with each area you submit to me, it provides us a chance to experience more intimacy.”
Dallas nodded. “I feel.. cherished,” she said.
“And I feel like a king because you’re trusting me with hard things. I know your submission is a beautiful gift and I promise I will never take it for granted, Bitty.”
She reached for him and he moved toward her head, allowing her to wrap her arms around him.
“I love you, Daddy.”
