weekend with daddy

The following weekend Amy returned as agreed. You were thrilled to see your little girl standing at your doorstep. Amy had done her hair in twin braids somehow making her look even more innocent than before. "Hi, Daddy." She smiled in a small voice that drove you wild.

"Hey, baby." You smiled and held out your hand for her to take. "Are you ready for a fun weekend with daddy?"

"Yes, Daddy."Once she did you lead her back into your room and sat her on the bed.

"I know when you first agreed things got...a little hot and heavy," Amy giggled, knowing exactly what you meant. "But there is so much more to being Daddy and little girl than that. I would like to show you." She nodded nervously not sure exactly what you meant but willing to try anything to be with you. You gently held her face in your hand as you thought about all the things you wanted to do with her. For her. But you needed to take ease her into this if you wanted her to be your little girl forever.

You stood up and went to your closet careful not to let Amy see what you had gathered up. You placed it behind her on the bed and stood her up. "Daddy's going to change you now, okay?" Amy was surprised you were being so gentle, she had obviously expected something worse, something painful, from being your little girl.

"O-okay, Daddy." Carefully you took off her tank top with her college name printed in large block letters. She was very proud of being on the dean's list two years in a row and hoping for a third. You removed her bra freeing her perfect breasts. A small-well large-part of you wanted to take her right then and there, but you knew better. There would be time enough for that later. Next, her pants came hit the floor. She had chosen to wear pink satin bikini cut panties, no doubt to make her feel more adult, more in control. Soon she would be begging not to wear them.

Amy stood naked in your bedroom as she had done so dozens of times before, but now she felt more **** than ever. You sit her back on your bed and remove her socks tickling her feet once you have them freed. "Eee! Elliot! NO!" she squealed and laughed loudly. Amy was very ticklish which worked perfectly for what you had in store for her later.

You took the piled clothes and sat them to the side, slowly you slid the purple pullup between her legs. Amy gasped as she realized what you had done. "Daddies pick what their littles wear." You said warmly yet put an edge to your tone to let her know you were serious.

"O-okay, Daddy." She wasn't entirely sure if she liked this, giving up a significant amount of control like this. But she loved you and really would try anything if it meant she was still with you.

Next, you stood her up, her pullup rustling with every motion, and placed a shirt over her chest. It was warm and ultra soft. Amy would have loved it if not for the picture of a diapered teddy bear playing with blocks on the front. While Amy was examining her shirt you lifted each foot one at a time and slipped shortalls up her legs. She didn't realize what you had done until you were fastening the straps together. "...really?" Amy gave you such a look you've seen so many times before. Like she couldn't believe you had tried this or expected it to work. Normally, you would playfully shrink away to make her feel in control. But that was before you were her Daddy.

"Yes really, babygirl. I told you, Daddies dress their littles every day. And if you don't like it I can always put you over my knee."

Amy eyes went wide. Would Elliot really spank her? Something inside of her told her to rebel, she was an adult woman with a 4.0 not some toddler. Another part of her wanted to rebel...so she could get the spanking and to challenge her Daddy's authority.

You simply smiled and finished dressing her, adding in ankle socks and sneakers, even though they were in her size they were very juvenile in that they were pink with princesses and unicorns all over them. "Perfect, you look beautiful princess." You leaned in and softly kissed her forehead. Even though you wanted to throw her on the bed and rip off all the clothes you just put on her, this wasn't what this weekend was about. Not yet anyway. "How do you feel?"

Amy was shocked, Elliot never asked how she was feeling, about anything. It was one of the things she brought up a lot in an argument. "I...I feel..." she wanted to say ridiculous, humiliated, like a weirdo but all she could muster herself to say was, "I..feel cute, Daddy."

"Well, that's because you are, princess." You picked her up with ease, Amy kept herself fit and healthy which for her small size and frame meant she was less than a hundred pounds soaking wet. You also kept yourself fit, but you focused more on muscle, so carrying someone as light as her wasn't even a slight inconvenience.

Still, being picked up and carried like a toddler made Amy feel small, weak,...safe. Amy rested her head on his shoulder while he carried her into the dining room. "Now, we're going to have a nice lunch and then we can go have some fun." He sat her down in a chair and her pullup crinkled softly once again. The padding wasn't super thick but it was definitely noticeable compared to her panties.

"Like what?" You had already begun making lunch for Amy by the time she finally worked up the courage to ask.

"Oh, I thought we might go to the store, run a couple of errands, maybe go shopping. And if you're good we can go to the park or the toy store." You made a nice sandwich while you rattled off a shortened version of all your plans today.

"D-daddy, I don't wanna go outside like this." She tried not to sound whiny as she got up from the chair.

Before she could stand all the way you snap your face to her, "You will stay in your seat young lady!" Amy immediately sat back down. You didn't yell, or speak with anger but you spoke authoritatively. Or, as you called it, you spoke with your Daddy voice.

Amy's heart jumped at your voice and sat immediately, somehow feeling smaller than she already was. Amy sat quietly in her seat with her hands between her legs. She was feeling warm all over and she wasn't sure why. "I'm s-sorry, Daddy." She looked up at you finally when you brought her a nice BLT with the crust cut off.

"It's okay baby, Daddy's not mad." You sat a sippy cup in front of Amy's plate. "You have to trust that I know what's best for you, sweetheart." Amy had never seen you so affectionate before, "that's what this is all about."