The next morning, I am back at work. My co-workers and I finish up packing everything. This is really the end for us.
Tomorrow we will be here in the morning reminiscing, then a goodbye staff lunch and call it a day. Lunch will be on the corporate credit card before I turn it in. It’s going to be a good lunch.
Then Wednesday, we just have to come in in the morning to sign our RIF (reduction in force) releases, and it is all over and done.
My co-workers who have all taken such a liking to Daniel/Daddy beg me to have you join us for our goodbye lunch. You are here with us for our final days. Helping us move boxes, carry things to our cars, and just keeping our spirits up.
Each night, again your baby, I show my appreciation for what you are doing in many satisfying ways for you.
The last day arrives, we all decide there was no need for us to rush in this morning, so at ten I have the first of my staff go to HR to sign off. It is such a short and that’s-all-folks process. Considering the hoops we all jumped through to get our jobs here, after all our loyal years the cast off is short and without feeling.
When all my staff is done, and tearful goodbye hugs, it was my turn.
My Daddy tells me to be brave, and don’t give them the satisfaction of showing how this is hurting me. I give you a weak smile and head to the death of my career.
I too am back in my office with you within a half hour. It is not even noon yet.
I thought you had brought your computer bag in with you, but when I came back in you walk over and locked my department door. You lead me to behind my desk and lying on the floor is a changing mat.
Tingles run through me. It was a diaper bag, not your computer bag.
I’m sorry, even with all the shit I have just gone through, there is this terrific rush of thinking you are going to change me into a diaper at work.
I come and lift my dress above my waist and lay on the mat. It is so like the initial time you put a diaper on me at your house that first morning, but somehow even better. Now you are so familiar with my body you know how to bring me to such heights as you clean, oil, powder and diaper me.
You have stuffed my panties in your pocket. For later.
You take your time, bringing me to the cusp of cumming before I am safely taped in. You help me stand, put away the mat, pick up the bank box of the last knick-knacks I have to take, and we walk to my office door.
You hold my hand as we walk out of the company building. I do not look back. No, I only look to my future as my Daddy’s baby girl.
You stop at the bar we met at on the way home. I am wearing one of the dresses you gave me for my birthday which does have a wider bottom so nothing show, so that is okay.
The regulars greet us, but we go to a booth towards the back this time after you get our drinks. You sit next to me and take my hand.
“Lizzy nine weeks ago I did not even know you existed, but now, here two months later you are making me the luckiest man in the world. I want to get you home and in bed early tonight as our flight leaves in the morning. I hope you will enjoy this vacation. I think it will also be a learning time for us. How to really make you my baby girl,” you tell me.
I just smile at you, put my head on your shoulder and whisper, “Daddy, you make me the happiest girl alive. I can’t believe these last two months. My life would be so empty without you. You are everything I never could have imagined happening. I will do whatever you tell me to, to learn to be your best little girl.”
We kiss, perhaps a little longer than proper in public, but we are a bit hidden, so hopefully, no one sees us. And if they do, and knew that you are my Daddy, oh the stories they could tell.
You go and order us burgers and fries, and another drink each. You tell me we are celebrating our new beginning starting today.
“But Daddy,” I tell you lowly, “It’s our anniversary too. Two months since we met here.”