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When we entered the apartment, I could tell that Kelly had to use the bathroom pretty badly by this point. She was almost hopping up and down. She tried to get past me to head towards the open bathroom door, but I took her in my arms and began kissing her senseless. She responded as I knew she would. Then she went to wrap her arms around my neck, but she dropped her cup on the floor, which caused the top to pop off. Drink spilled everywhere, and I acted upset. "You dropped your sippy cup, and made a mess!" I practically yelled at her. She looked so guilty and sad, tears even welled up in her eyes. "It's okay," I soothed her. "I know you didn't mean to." She still just looked at me with those big blue watery eyes. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bench by the front door. I was surprised by how tiny she seemed in my arms. I sat down with her on my lap and I began tickling her. Her sad face soon was wreathed in smiles, and her giggles filled the room. I almost felt bad about what I knew would happen next.  Her squirming and struggling increased as I kept up the tickles, until at last I felt the wetness on my lap. I waited a moment more, to make sure she was aware of it, then I pretended shock. "Did you just wet your pants on me??" "I I didn't mean to," she stammered out. "It was an accident." "Babies have accidents. Naughty little girls have accidents. Great big grown up ladies never go pee-pee in their pants." I told her in my stern voice. "And you went all over my good pants, too!" She started crying then. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Over and over, she just kept repeating that. I stood up then and took her hand. I reached down and picked up her doll where it had dropped before, and I led her into the bathroom. "Come on then. I guess I'll have to get you cleaned up." Once inside the bathroom, I began running the water in the huge tub, which was one of the luxuries I loved about my two-bedroom apartment. Then I went to where she was just standing there, holding her doll in her arms. She looked like a sad, little girl, and I could feel a heat rising from the sight of her. I sat on the toilet seat, and pulled her over to stand in front of me. Then I began to undress her just as one would a little child. Ironically, she put up no resistance as I pulled her dress over her head, and then removed her slip. She was now standing in front of me wearing just her bra, sandals and her very wet training pants. "I just don't know about a big girl like you going pee-pee in her panties," I scolded her. "First you got your grown-up panties all wet. Didn't you? Well? Didn't you wet your big panties at the restaurant?" "Uh-huh," she whispered. "What does 'uh-huh' mean?" I demanded. She glanced at me quickly then lowered her eyes again. "I gotmy big panties wet." "Give me your foot so I can take your sandals off," I ordered." Then I get you little girl training pants, didn't I? Other foot..." She just kept her head lowered and did as I commanded her. "But you wet them just like a baby, didn't you?" I asked her. "N..n..no," she whispered hesitantly. "Then you must be a very naughty little girl," I told her. "I'm not a naughty little girl." I was taking off her bra, and she had to move her arms so I could slip it off. She was hesitating, and I could tell she was embarrassed and upset and scared. "You are either a naughty little girl or you are a baby who still pees her pants," I informed her. "I not a baby," she said, as her lower lip thrust out further, and tears spilled over. Now she was standing in front of me wearing only her wet training pants. I grabbed her quickly and pulled her over my knee. The wet pants were pulled off of her butt, and I began spanking her wet little bottom with my hand. She was totally and completely taken off-guard. "Bad, bad little girl!" I told her as I rained swats on her upturned cheeks. "Naughty girl to pee-pee your panties. I have to treat you like a Daddy would, and give you spankings so you don't go pee-pee any more." She tried to cover her bare butt with her hand, but I grabbed it and pinned it to her back. More spankings followed. "Daddy is going to have to clean both of us up, because you were so naughty and went pee-pee on Daddy's lap, didn't you? Didn't you??" "Uh-huh," she choked between cries. "What?" I demanded. "I pee-peed on your lap," she finally managed. Swat! "On where?" I asked again. "I went pee-pee on D..d..addy's lap," she spluttered. "And who goes pee-pee?" I asked her again. She began crying harder. "I not a naughty little girl," she told me. "It was an accident." I stopped the spankings then. I sat her up on my knee, and held her, gently rocking her as one would a child. She was spluttering and crying still, so I reached over and got a tissue. I wiped her face than then held it to her nose and told her to blow. She looked at me with those big eyes, and obeyed without a word. Then I held her for a bit, as I gently told her, "Daddy knows that little girls have accidents. Daddy just has to help you not to go pee-pee in your panties anymore. Daddy doesn't like having to spank his little girl. Daddy loves his little girl very much." "You do??" She asked me. "Yes I do," I told her solemnly. "I really do." And in that moment, I knew it was true. "Now you have to go stand in the corner now, while Daddy finishes getting his Baby-girl's bath ready." "Otay," she said as she slid off my lap. She started to pull up her wet pants, but I stopped her. "No no no. Daddy wants you to leave them just as they are, so you can think about how you pee-peed them, and had to get a spanking." She stood in the corner, and started crying again. "Hush that noise now," I told her, but she just started crying harder. I went to the cabinet in the bathroom, and pulled out a very large pacifier. I went over to where she stood facing the wall, and using a long pink ribbon, I threaded it through the pacifier and tied it around her head, with the pacified stuck in her mouth. "If you are going to make noises like a baby, Daddy will hush you up like a baby," I explained to her. She shuddered a sob, and then pointed behind me. I looked over and saw her Dolly abandoned on the floor. I picked it up and handed it to her, and watched as she hugged it to her. I patted her red bottom as she turned back to face the wall. "Good girl. That's  Daddy's good like girl, now." I went over and shut the water off in the tub, and added some baby bath to the water. The scent filled the room, and I breathed deep. Then I heard a sound from the corner and turned to see, as Kelly was trying unsuccessfully to not pee again. Unfortunately for her, the puddle at her feet gave her away, and I knew my plan was a dream come true. ------------------------------------------------------ I can't believe it! Here I am wetting on the floor, like a ...child. I refused to use any other term for it. I was so embarrassed. But I also couldn't seem to stop myself, either. It must be the running bath water. My bottom was sore, but I knew that I had deserved my spanking, at the very least. How humiliating! But Daddy, I mean, Danny said he loved me. I closed my eyes and thought about that moment, sitting on his lap, as he told me that. I knew it would be one of those moments that are forever etched in one's mind. It had felt more right than anything I had ever felt in my life. I even kind of liked calling him "Daddy". He seemed to be like one, at times, anyway. Stern or kind, taking care of me, just like a real Daddy would do, I suppose. I could smell a sweet, babyish smell filling the room, and it seemed to relax me. I felt very small, yet very protected, too. I hugged my Dolly and thought how foolish it all seemed, yet right, too. The pacifier in my mouth was strangely comforting, too, and I found myself sucking on it. It gave me a tingling feeling between my legs that I couldn't explain. Then Danny was coming up behind me. "Daddy doesn't want his Baby-girl's hair to get all wet in the tubby, so he's going to fix it up all pretty," he said in that voice that was becoming so soothing to me. "You be a good little girl for Daddy, and stay very still, OK?" I nodded my head, and he took the pacifier from my mouth. I felt empty almost, without it, and I gave a little whine, I think. Daddy chuckled, and put it quickly back in, but without the ribbons on it this time. Then he gave me a little hug and told me what a wonderful Baby-girl I was! That made me wiggle in delight, so he swatted my bottom a bit to keep me still. I stayed as still as Icould, but I was smiling. I could feel him brushing my hair, and parting it down the middle. Then he was brushing all of one side up into a ponytail, and securing it with a rubber band. I hadn't had my hair in ponytails in ages, but I figured it was a good way to keep it up out of the water during my bath, although I didn't understand why just one wouldn't have been okay. After doing one side, he did the other, and then made me look at him, so he could make sure that they were even. Then, he made me stay still and he went to a drawer and pulled out two, fat, big, pink ribbons. My eyes got big and I started to shake my head no. Daddy looked at me sternly and asked if I wanted another spanking. I lowered my eyes, and shook my head no. "Daddy just wants his Baby-girl to look extra-special pretty for Daddy. Doesn't the Baby-girl want to look pretty for Daddy?" He asked me. I looked back up at him, and tentatively nodded my head again. He reached over and popped my pacifier out of my mouth and repeated his question. I knew he wanted me to answer him. "Yes, I do," I said. Smack! A hard swat this time. I felt my bottom lip poking out, and I felt like I would cry at any second. But I also knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn't want to say it, either. I felt fat tears spill over my eyes, as I stood mutely in front of him, clutching my Dolly like a life preserver. Quickly, he sat down and I was pulled over his knee, naked except for my wet training pants down around my ankles, my ponytails swinging. I almost dropped my Dolly, but had managed to hang on. Swat! Spank! Smack! One after another, I was soundly paddled. Soon, I was crying loud, hard wails. I even sounded like a little girl crying. "Waaaaaa- waaaaaaaaa!" "Now are you going to be a good little girl for Daddy, and answer Daddy's question?" He asked, when he had paused for a moment. "Y..y...yes," I sobbed. "Good girl," Daddy said as he lifted me onto his lap again. "I...I...I want to look pre..pretty for D..D..Daddy," I spluttered through my sobs. "Who wants to?" Daddy asked me sternly. "Daddy's little girl?" I ventured. "Daddy's Baby," he corrected me. "Or just plain Baby." "Oh," I said. I didn't know what else I should say. I sure didn't want another spanking. "Tell Daddy again, what does the Baby want?" He prompted me. "Baby wants to wook pwetty for Daddy," I answered. Where the baby-talk came from, I'm not sure, but again, I felt the tingling between my legs when I said it. "That's Daddy's good Baby," he praised me. "Now stand up so Daddy can put her pretty ribbons in her hair so Baby can look all special." I stood up then, and it didn't seem so bad to let Daddy put the silly ribbons in. It made him so proud of me, and that made me very glad! "Awwwww...you look SO precious," he cooed to me, after he stood me away to admire his handiwork. I smiled at that. "Now to get the baby all cleaned up." And with that, he scooped me up, into his arms, and placed me into the tub. Then he showed me different tub toys and told me that while he bathed me, I was to play with them. I protested that I was too old to play with toys in the tub, but he asked if I was too old for another spanking. I looked at the toys then, and decided that they were not as bad as I first thought. As Daddy washed me, I discovered that the toys were actually a lot of fun. There were pouring things, and bell things, and floating things. I forgot about time, as I was being bathed. After I had been bathed, Daddy made me stand up. Then he lifted me out of the tub and laid me down on a towel he had placed on the floor. He put the pacifier back in my mouth first, and told me to be very still. He spread my legs open, and then I saw him reach for a razor. I started squirming and wiggling then. I was so scared! Daddy looked at me sternly and lifted me up again. I thought he was going to stop, but instead he began spanking my bottom again. I was soon crying, both from fear and from the spanking itself. "I guess you want to do this the hard way," he said to me. With that, he lifted me up and placed me on what looked like low counter in the bathroom. He pulled out straps from underneath it, though, and soon, I was strapped in by my arms, my chest, and my forehead. My feet he placed in stirrups, just like the kinds in doctor's rooms, that he had pulled out from a drawer and fastened to something on the sides. Then my legs were strapped to them as well, and my hips were strapped to the table. I couldn't move! The pacifier was plugged into my mouth again, and I tried not to scream as I saw him pull out the razor again. He applied warm shaving lotion to my private place and began carefully to remove all of my hair. As he worked so carefully and slowly, I began to relax a little, until by the time he was through, I was feeling the tingling again. Daddy ran his hand over my bare, smooth mound, and I felt a jolt of something new and exciting happening. "Baby likes that now, doesn't she?" He asked me. I nodded my head weakly. "Daddy knows what's best for his little Baby-girl. You have to learn to trust Daddy." Again, I nodded my head. It felt good to trust him now. "Good girl," he said then, "now to get you dressed. Baby catch cold with nothing on while we wait on her peed-in clothes to dry." I looked over to where my clothes hung dripping, and realized it would be a LONG time until they were fit to be worn again. But what would I wear in the meantime, I wondered? ---------------------------------------------- Looking at her lying there with her smooth little pussy, and her hair in cute pig tails with the big pink bows on them, I felt more turned on than I ever had in my life! This was amazing. I really had not expected this. Keeping her quiet with the oversized pacifier not only worked great, but it looked adorable as well. I picked her up and carried her, cradled in my arms, into the spare bedroom. It was done up as a nursery, but with one difference. All of the furnishings were adult-sized. I was proud of the wooden crib, playpen and changing table I had built myself. A friend of mine, a lesbian I had known since we were kids, had fashioned and sewn the bed furnishings (including the adorable baby bumper pads) and the curtains, as well as the plastic mat for the changing table (done in a baby-girl nursery print) where I now lay Kelly. There was even a mobile over the table. I wound it up now, and the sweet sounds of "Rock-A-Bye Bay" filled the room. Kelly's eyes were as big as the proverbial saucers as she looked around. She pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. "Wh..wh..what's this??" She squeeked out. "I need to get you dressed," I calmly informed her, "Right? And in my room are only men's clothes that would be WAY too big on you. I figured I'd be better able to find something that will fit you in here, my niece's room." She relaxed a bit then, and I gently put her pacifier back into her mouth, and was secretly pleased when I saw her begin to suck on it again. Gawd, she was turning me on! I went over to the closet and picked out two of the dresses hanging there. Both were very short, frilly little things; one was done in pink and white with lots of bows, the other was light blue and yellow with little ducks embroidered on the front. I brought them to her and asked which one she liked best. Again, her eyes got big and round. She took her pacifier out and (surprise) she smiled. "Ohh those are so pretty!!" She squealed. "I've never seen such pretty dresses, except in store catalogues." Then her face fell, "But they're little girl's clothes. They're too little for me." "I have a feeling these will do just fine," I assured her. "You're not that very big, you know. In fact, you are not much bigger than a little girl yourself now, are you?" She stared at me intently and just solemnly nodded her head. "Now which one shall we try on first? The pretty pink one, or the one with the duckies on it?" Her face again lit up and she smiled a huge smile. She squirmed a bit on the table as she looked from one to the other. "I'm too big for duckies," she said in her little girl voice. "Pink one, please." As I hung up the other dress, I gathered up the other things I would need from the matching dresser. I was thinking to myself that the time would come when she would indeed, be wearing the "duckie" dress, and all the other little outfits I chose to dress her in. And there were plenty of those...everything from rompers to sleepers. I had been planning this, and dreaming of this for a very long time. As I walked back over to the table, where Kelly was now sitting up, I could see that she was looking around in amazement at the room. She looked so cute clutching her dolly to her chest as though she had become suddenly aware of her nakedness. I glanced around the room myself, and saw through her eyes, the large rocking horse in one corner, the toys piled in the playpen, the nursery pictures on the walls, the (adult-sized) kiddie-table, the padded rocking chair, and the toy box. I smiled to myself. It really was an adorable room, if I must say so myself. "Let's get the Baby-girl dressed now," I said as I walked up to her. I eased Dolly away from her, and saw her flush with embarrassment. "Daddy doesn't want Baby-girl to catch a cold now. Hands up, Sweetie-pie," I coaxed. Kelly cooperated nicely with the dress. She even sat patiently while I put the ruffly little socks on her, then the shiny black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. This next part was going to be a bit more difficult, I could tell. "Now lay down for Daddy," I instructed her. She looked at me suspiciously, but hesitantly did as I had told her. I reached under the changing table and pulled out a diaper that had been made by sewing many layers of diaper material together in the middle, giving it a thick bulky feel, yet not so thick on the sides that I couldn't push the diaper pins through. I gently grabbed her ankles and lifted her up in the air, sliding the diaper under her bottom. "No! No!" She cried, popping her pacifier out of her mouth. "I don't want to wear a diaper!" "But Baby pee-peed in her training pants, now didn't she?" I calmly stated. Tears welled up in her eyes. "But that was an accident," she pleaded. "I won't do that again," she begged. "I promise!" "Now now, Baby-girl," I soothed. "Daddy's not angry with you. But Daddy has to make sure his big girl is ready for big girl panties before he lets her out of diapers." She began to cry harder. "No, no, no! I WON'T wear diapers!" She was working herself up, and I knew it was time to put an end to that. I rolled her over onto her stomach and began to spank her bottom. I loved the way it turned red so much faster this time. I guess the more spankings she received, makes her bottom more sensitive the next time. All the while I spanked her, I scolded her and reminded her of how she had wet her pants already. I even reminded her that she had peed in the corner. Her angry cries soon turned into the sobbings of brokenness, and I knew I had her. "Daddy doesn't like to have to spank his Baby," I soothed as I turned her back over. "But Baby has to mind Daddy. Daddy knows what's best for his little Baby-girl. Now, blowyour nose on the tissue and be a good girl for Daddy." She "blew for Daddy" then softly sobbed, as I applied baby oil to her smooth little pussy mound. I gently rubbed it all around her sore, red little ass cheeks, even dipping my finger a bit into her hole. I had plans for that little entrance later, but I knew I needed to get it used to being touched, fondled, and opened. She began to get turned on by my rubbing and massaging, so I continued for awhile longer. This time, as I pulled her diaper up between her legs, she just looked sad, but didn't fight me. "There's Daddy's good girl," I praised her. "Letting Daddy put her diaper on her without a fuss. What a good girl for Daddy," I cooed. "Look at the pretty diaper pins Daddy has for his baby," I teased her. I showed her the pins which had little lambs on them. "Does Baby like her lamby-pins?" I asked her. She looked even more embarrassed and turned her head away. "Or maybe Baby-girl wants the diaper pins that have the duckies on them, hmm?" I was pushing it, and I knew it, but I was enjoying her discomfort so much, I couldn't seem to help myself. "Tell Daddy which diaper pins you want Daddy to use on Baby-girl's diapers." When she still wouldn't look at me, or acknowledge my question, I put on my stern voice. "Does Baby need another spanking?" I asked. She looked back at me then. She looked so sad and pleading and cute then, that I almost gave in and stopped the "game". "No," she whispered. I switched back to my kind voice. "Then tell Daddy what kind of diaper you want for your diaper." She glanced at them both, and shrugged. I took a deep breath and let it out forcefully. Quickly, but quietly, she whispered, "Lambs." "Tell Daddy again, what kind of diaper pins the Baby wants." She looked at me, and sighed with resignation. "Baby want wambies," she whispered. I was so overjoyed that she had decided to cooperate, I leaned down and kissed her. "Good Baby!" I praised her again. I lifted her ruffley dress out of the way and kissed her belly, too. I trailed kisses down her stomach, lowering her diaper again, and kissing her soft hairless pussy lips. I could hear a soft moan escape from her, and I continued kissing, licking and tasting her, until she exploded in an orgasm against my mouth. I covered her up then with the diaper, and pinned it in place. I got out a pair of plastic pants that had an outer lining with ruffles across the bottom. As I slipped them on her, and pulled them in place, I talked baby talk to her, telling her what a good baby she was for Daddy. Then I got a pacifier clip and pinned her pacifier to her dress. Her outfit was complete. I picked her and Dolly up, and walked over to the full length mirror. Standing her up before the mirror, I stood behind her and forced her to see herself. With her in the flat shoes, and me in my dress shoes (with a bit of a heel), I towered over her by a good 12 inches. "Isn't she just the prettiest little baby girl?" I asked. "I bet Baby is thirsty and hungry after all her excitement, huh?" I have never enjoyed anything as much as I was enjoying this...and we had barely begun to experience all I had in mind.                                                                                                                             The End  

Gotta try for a lot more than 300 words in a chapter (if you even got that many)