When we get home from dinner you carry me to the changing table and undress me.  My diaper is pretty wet by now from both of my drippings.  I lay back so you can change me but when you open my diaper and wipe me clean you do something different.

Something that surprises me and for this first time, I am not sure about. 

You lift my legs up to my shoulders and then I feel you press the big thermometer into my asshole.  It is dipped in lubricant so it doesn’t really hurt going in.  You hold me like this for a couple of minutes before removing it.

You tell me that you will have to do it once a day at least, more if I show any fever.  That is part of the daily tracking. 

I’m telling you I am not liking the sound of this tracking thing more and more.

You diaper me and put a onesie on me.  You take me to the big rocking chair and hold me in your lap as you feed me my night baby bottle.  The rocking really works as I suck.  By the time you have burped me I am falling asleep.

You carry and put me in my crib.  I start to cry a little, which you know why.

“Baby I will carry you to our bed when I come back, sweetie.  Right now, I want to be sure you are safe here while I finish up setting things up.  You will wake up beside me in the morning,” you tell me as you place a pacifier in my mouth.

I sleepily nod to you and lay down as you raise the bars.

You are gone for a while setting up the tracking system on both our laptops.  In the morning, I do wake up in my Daddy’s arms pressing against his morning hard cock.

As I squirm against you, my plastic diaper cover rubbing against your cock, you happily awake.  You love to feel this against you each morning.  It arouses you not only from sleep but in that other way as well.

Your fingers move inside my diaper and run up and down my already wet slit.  Rubbing against you arouses me fully too.  We just lay there for several minutes as you check to see if I am wet and pleasure me.  When my back arches pressing into your chest and my crotch pressing further into your fingers you know I have come.  My moans of pleasure confirm it.

I turn to you and move down your crotch now, I take Little Danny, now so nice and big, into my mouth and suck you as my fingers play with your balls and taint.  It does not take long until you too are moaning with pleasure and my mouth fills with your cream.

Both now sated, for the minute, you leave me on the bed as you go and relieve yourself the other way and shower and shave.  You come back and take me to the changing table and remove my wet diaper. 

You take and place me on my special potty seat.  It is lower than a regular toilet, more like the ones found in elementary schools, but sitting this way, with my knees up as I squat, does make me feel so like your little girl as I do my business.

Then it is my bath time.  Today you place me in the big farmer type sink in the bathroom.  It is large enough for me to sit in and feel so like your baby girl as you wash me.  The water is warm and inviting and being washed with the soft cloth all over is so nice.  Then you take the sprayer and rinse me off, letting it linger between my legs until I giggle and squirm.  You lift me out and dry me off. 

Back on the changing table, my temperature is taken once again as I squiggle against it. You lotion me all over, then oil and powder me before closing a soft new cushy diaper on me.  Oh, life with my Daddy is so good, even with that little invasion.

You take out a romper for me to wear.  The strings on each shoulder tie to keep it on, and there are snaps at my crotch if you need to change me or check me.  I giggle with pleasure as you stand me in front of the mirror to see my outfit. 

You always do this after dressing me so I can enjoy the outfit and how I look.

Me ready, you place me in the playpen while you get dressed.  I am always sorry when I see Little Danny being closed up behind your boxers and pants, but know it is easy to get to him when he is hard and begging for attention.

You walk me with my hands in yours to the living room, where you tap at your computer a little then bring up the tracking system on the big tv.

It shows a calendar for the month with large boxes for each day.  In it, at the top of today’s box, you record my temperature.  You begin to show me what else it records with icons for each.  There is a happy face on yesterday, and you tell me that means I was a good girl all day.  If I am bad or in an awful mood it would be a frowning face.

You show there is a red palm to be added if I am spanked on a day, with the ability to add numbers to it if I need to be spanked more than once.  When and what I eat is can be added.  Along with how many bottles and diaper changes I have. 

The program even has a little pink woman and blue man silhouettes.  They can have numbers added too.  You post one for each of us and type one in each.  “Lizzy, that is to document how many times we each come during the day.  We did both already climax once each,” you tell me.

I blush and say, “Actually it is two for me, when you were rinsing me off I did again.”

You smile and change mine to two.

There is also a very red angry face to add if I have a tantrum, but my Daddy tells me you hope you will never have to add one of those again.  Upcoming appointments and events can be added also.  To see a blow-up of the day, you just click on the date and the day’s entry will be on the full screen.

You explain that there will be a screen next to my changing table, and a laptop set up there to also record events.  But we can both add events from our own laptops or tablets and check the status that way.

That all explained, you say it is time for me to eat.  You carry me to my high chair, lock me in and put a bib around my neck.  You hand me a bottle of juice for me to suck as you fix my food. 

You tell me today it is going to be something different, and I see as you open the kitchen cabinet.  It is filled with jars of baby food.  You look through them until you find some that you know I will eat.  You heat three jars and bring them and a small spoon to my high chair. 

Sitting next to me, you begin to feed me. 

The chicken noodle and mac and cheese I eat fine but then comes the apple-avocado-spinach jar. As you feed me the first spoonful I spit it out.  “Lizzy, you eat all these things, though I know except only raw spinach, you have to eat this,” you tell me.

I pout and you have to hold my nose for me to open my mouth for the next spoonful.  You look sternly at me and ask if I want to have my first red palm added.  I shake my head no and open my mouth and swallow all you place to my lips.

As much as I like you spanking me, right now I want a clean slate on the daily tracking.  We are on vacation.

When all is finished and I am cleaned up you remove my bib and lift me from the chair. 

You lay me on the couch, unbutton my romper and run your fingers up and down my slit to check if I need my diaper changed.  I hadn’t been wet when you started, but within seconds I am dripping and moaning some. 

You lift my romper up to my waist and undo my diaper.  I can see that you are rather hard yourself as you undo and lower your pants and boxers.  My legs are spread and raised for you as you lower yourself on me. 

Ooh, I feel your glans enter my cunt and moan as the rest of your hard shaft follows.  This time, due to both our sudden passion, it does not take long until I am throbbing and clutching your shaft as you ram in and out of me.

“Oh Daddy, yes Daddy, oh, oh, oh...”

You press all into me over and over.  My legs cling your waist as I press up to you to get as much of you as I can in me.  I feel your tip pushing against my back wall.  I love when you fuck me this hard. 

We cum together in a wonderful climax for us both.

You kiss and kiss my face, then my lips, then your tongue is inside me searching and seeking my tongue to entwine with.

We are both still breathing so hard.  It takes several minutes until we are both calm again.  You run your hands through my hair, and now just gently kiss me and lick my neck. 

Yes, this is a very good vacation without us even leaving our unit.