As my Daddy diapers me after our wonderful start to the day he tells me, “Lizzy, we do have to have more of a timetable in the morning.  This was so fun today, but most days we need to be up by eight and me ready to start my workday by nine.”

I look into your eyes and just nod.  But inside, I know we will have many more mornings like this.  You can’t help yourself.  So, you being at your desk working by nine might not really happen all the time.

And again, you can see the look in my eyes, and know what I am thinking.  So, when you have my legs raised to rub some baby oil on my butt before I am diapered, you swat my bottom and tell me to behave. 

I just giggle in reply.

It is after ten o’clock by the time you have me sitting on my mat in my diaper and a little t-shirt to cover me some.  You are happy to work in just your boxer shorts and a t-shirt too.  The t-shirt in case you do have to be in a conference call. 

We have our breakfast.  Me, sitting in my highchair for the first time as you spoon feed me some cream of wheat. 

At your desk, you have a very good view of me in the living room.  I am to stay on my mat or be at my desk.  If I start to roam, I will be put into my playpen, so for today at least, I am content to play with my stuffed toys for a bit.

You tell me that I have to start working on my resume, but I just don’t feel like it yet.  Instead, I play with the toys you have gotten me.  You are watching me as you work, and I know I should be going to my desk to start, but…

We spend the morning this way.

At noon, you come and pick me up and put me in my high chair for some soup.  Then I get to lie in your lap for my bottle of formula. 

All the time now, since with Timmy and Maggie on vacation, every time you feed me a bottle of formula, I wonder how close it is to really having some nipple milk.  The idea of being able to nurse has taken over some of my thoughts.  But I do love being in my Daddy’s lap and being fed by him.

My bottle empty and I, burped, you carry me to my crib and tell me I need to nap for an hour.  The shades are drawn, and as you leave you close the door all but a crack.  I know you now have a baby monitor right near the bed to hear what I am doing.  And the visual monitors, which have been installed to work with the daily tracking system you got us, is allowing you to visually check what I am doing.

With the pacifier in my mouth, my belly filled from my bottle, I don’t think of being monitored that much as I nod off to sleep.

Around two, you wake me.

You change my diaper, and as you do, you tell me that in the afternoon I need to concentrate on starting my resume.  You want to see some real progress by five o’clock when you wind down your work.

When you were caring for me before my job ended, you really did find different ways to keep on top of your business and keep me happy.  When at work with me, you would spend a good bit of the day on your laptop.  And even while on vacation, you were in touch with your staff almost every day.  And you were even able to carry on a lot of business over your phone.  But now that we are settling into our lives, you do need to focus on your company’s operations.  It is where the money supply will be coming in from.

You sit me at my desk and tell me to get started.  I sulk a little but do open the word processing file to start my resume.  You have actually set up a really good template for me to use, so the first part is easy.  Just entering my vital connection info, where I had gone to school and when, and the same with the jobs I had.  Even the reference part is easy, as so many at my old company offered to vouch for me.  Even my wonderful old boss, the one before I got stuck with that one from hell.

So that part, the easy part, is done.  I sort of lose focus when I need to start putting in my accomplishments and skills.  I just don’t feel like it today.

So instead, I go to one of the erotica sites you had added for me to enjoy and spend the rest of the afternoon just reading and looking at enticing things. 

At least I did back up what I had done for my resume.

Now you have been watching me all afternoon, and you do have, on one of the multiple computer screens you have open around your desk, a tracking of what I am doing on my computer.  You know when I deviate from the straight and narrow.

You chuckle to yourself about it. 

It is just your Lizzy as you are coming to know me.  But, should something be done about it?  It has been almost two weeks since you last spanked me in the grocery store.  Perhaps it is time.  You know I love when you do.

So, a few minutes after five o’clock, you walk over to my desk and ask me, “Lizzy, what are you doing?” 

I am so absorbed in one of the stories I have found, actually dripping rather heavily into my diaper, I do not hear you at first. 

It is only when you say “Lizzy” again that I jump and realize you are looking down on what I am doing.

I blush heavily and try to close the program, but am so flustered I just make it worse.  You hide your laugh from me and put on a stern face.  You know I am going to love being spanked since it has been a while.  I fall into the bad-little-girl role, as I have been caught not doing what I was supposed to.

You play it to the hilt.

“Lizzy, what were you supposed to be doing this afternoon?”

“Oh, Daddy, I did get it started.  Here, look what I have done,” as somehow I am able to open the word document to show what I have accomplished.

“Lizzy, that was just the basics.  It is good that you got at least that done before you let your attention wander.  But I expected so much more to be accomplished by now.  What do you think I should do to my little girl who disobeys what she was told to do?”

Okay, you have got me throbbing now in anticipation of where this will lead to.  I do look up at you with doe eyes.  Just a little tear in the corner, and say I am sorry.

You laugh again to yourself, knowing what I am doing.  But it is arousing you so much how I will play this.

“Lizzy, we are just starting, and you know you need to do what is expected of you each day.  When you don’t, what do you think your Daddy should do?”

I whimper, “Spank me?”

“That might be what is needed right now.  Go and get the paddle from the bookshelf and come to me at the couch,” you sternly reply.

I have mixed emotions right now.  The tone of your voice is so commanding, and I have really misbehaved this afternoon for the most part.  But there is this twinkle in your eyes as you are saying all this, and a twitch of your mouth. 

Oh, is my Daddy playing with me some?

I toddle, now with diapers on it really is a toddle, over to the bookcase, and pick up the leather paddle.  I come and stand in front of you as you are sitting on the couch.

“Lizzy, bend over my lap.  You keep hold of the paddle until I ask for it.”

Oh, good gravy, my juices are dripping out of me, into my diaper, wetting it more than if I had peed, but now with the anticipation of what is about to happen, I do pee a little too.

I whimper as I lie across your lap, my ass lifted in the center for you to undo my diaper.  My stomach is over your one thigh, and you feel my tits rubbing against it some.  My thighs are over and open on your other thigh, and my legs sprawled out over the end of the couch.  My head is resting on a pillow which you place under me as soon as I lowered myself onto you.

You reach and undo my diaper, and lay it back over my thighs.  My ivory ass, two wonderful circles of loveliness are right in view now.  You just caress them, rubbing them in a circle as you think about how lovely they will look all spanked and rosy so soon. 

Yes, I am throbbing in anticipation of being spanked.  It has been a while; with everything else which has gone on, I haven’t really thought about it, but this is so right, so good.  Our first real day at our home will include this.

I know you are throbbing about this also, as I can feel your cock rubbing against my slit, even though my diaper, as I lie across you.

And it starts with the first spank of your hand.  Oh, yes.  I get that lovely, overwhelming feeling of being a bad girl.  Not following what I am told, and feeling remorseful for it.  Yes, everything is in place.  I will soon be crying for misbehaving.  I so love those tears falling as I realize I have been bad and need to be disciplined.  But at the same time, I will be moving up, up, up for a really good climax as I relish this.

Your one hand is spanking me, but your other is holding my cunt.  Your fingers play on my clit and slit, feeling all the wetness dripping out of me.  I think the more I drip, a bit harder you spank, wanting to milk me this way to release all my juices.

Spank after spank, going back and forth between each cheek, then concentrating on one, then the other.  Making sure every inch of my ass cheeks have been reddened.

The hand spank on my bare bottom is doing the preliminary work it is meant to.  You knowing just where to smack for the best response goes on and on.  Tears are in my eyes, and I sob.  You start the question part of my spanking, where I have to admit what I have done wrong and promise not to.  And between sobs, I do.

Though I avoid mentioning that I spent my time reading the wonderful luscious erotica stories.  But that I will soon need to confess to also.

Oh, I can feel my bottom must be a rosy shade right now.  I sob out my sins and omissions to you as you spank.

Then you stop, rub my ass cheeks over and over, and then reach for me to hand you the leather paddle.  Oh Jeeves, it is not even half over yet.

Now don’t get me wrong.  I am loving every minute of this, from so many different angles.  The fact that I am a bad little girl having to be spanked.  The confessing of my misdemeanors.  The sexual arousal I get when being spanked.  It all adds to the rush running through my body.  I want it to end, no I don’t, I want it to go on and on for so long.

Already you are learning this, and are so attuned to all my needs.  You almost instinctively know how far to take it, so I cusp and feel everything running through me, but not so far that it is not pleasurable anymore.

And then I feel the leather paddle against my cheeks.  Oh, it does sting, but in such a lovely way.  And it does make more tears spring from my eyes.

I don’t know why, but when I am spanked and feel the sting, and am feeling remorseful, the sexual climax it takes me to is even higher.  How? I wonder, do the tears contribute to it?  Yes, I am wrapped up into a kink which makes me really sexually explosive.  And it is so wonderful that my Daddy is wrapped the same way.

The paddle landing on each cheek, and on my thighs some too, does lead to my cumming so hard, so fast.  Your fingers up my cunt feel me throbbing and clutching, and when my ass lifts up like it is wanting you to spank it more, you know I have reached the threshold that I love to go over.

Oh yes, yes, yes. 

Each spank against my cheeks with the leather paddle brings me closer and closer.  When I cum even you are surprised how hard and intense it is.  You didn’t realize I was storing up so much from not being spanked for a while. 

This, you just add to your wheelhouse of knowledge about your little Lizzy.

After I cum, you slow and stop the spanking, just rubbing my rosy hot cheeks now.  You lift my diaper back up and turn me to sit on your lap.

My flowing tears are like an aphrodisiac to you.  The thrill of spanking your bad little girl, and now the aftermath of comforting her.  You are now rock hard.  The two of us just play so well off each other.

When I have calmed some from both the sting and the climax, you tell me I have to go to my naughty-girl chair now for fifteen minutes.  It is wrenching for you to do this, but it is all part of what we both need.  I know you are so hard and want me to be between your legs helping Little Danny, but the idea, for both of us, that we are in the punishing mode adds to both our excitement.

So, for fifteen minutes, I sit in my chair, facing the corner, my nose pressed against the corner.  And you watch, getting harder and harder.   You are not sure you will last the whole fifteen minutes before exploding. 

But the whole culmination of it all, watching me, lets you enjoy it all.  You do think that perhaps sometimes you will have to make me stand with my rosy ass on display for you.  Though you will probably have to jerk yourself over that sight.

When the fifteen minutes are up, the timer you set for this goes off.  I turn, still teary-eyed to you, and from the chair, fall to my knees and crawl to you on the couch.  You know, and need, what is ahead.  So, as I crawl to you across the room, you lower your boxers down and off you, and Little Danny, at full salute, is waiting for me when I get there.

I guess my before-dinner “bottle” will be something different I am sucking on.

Yes, I am on you in a hot minute.  Taking as much of you as I can into my mouth.  Then, backing off a little to just suck on your glans.  Like I suck on my bottle.  The sensation is amazing.  Yes, you love to have someone take you fully into their mouth, but just this soft sucking on your head is doing something strange and wonderful to you.

The spasms running through your body are something different.  It starts at the tip of your cock, but it runs throughout your body.  Not just the general cock-release feeling.  No, more.  It is like when I suck on your nipples for a long time, but so much more. 

It is just this wave going over you.  And a feeling of nurturing.  That is so weird.  Where did those feelings come from?  But then you realize, that is the whole essence between us.  You have known this, but not to this level. 

The whole dynamic between us is you as the ultimate caregiver, however you can be for me.  My responses to you, pleasuring you to the maximum degree, are when I bring out this nurturing feeling in you the most.  Like right now.   

I have my lips on your cock but am sucking it like I would a bottle or pacifier.  It feels so good. 

More so, even, for some reason, than if I would have had your whole cock in my mouth.  And as I just suck on it, my head on your thigh as I do, you reach the point of no return and cum. 

I lap it all up and lick you clean.

I crawl up into your lap, and hugging your neck and kissing you so you can taste what I have taken in, I mumble that I am sorry for being bad. 

You just hug me close, holding me tight for a few minutes.  Then, letting me go, you ask me what type of stories I had been reading on the site.