dprd_bydaylight

Here's Chapter 3 folks, hope you're all safe and well. --------------- Chapter 3 "Yes, Daddy." Annabelle squeaked from her seat, still wiggling in discomfort at the dinner table. "Little one, didn't Daddy teach you some manners." Kyle hinted, imagining the words which he wanted to hear. Hesitantly, she looked her daddy in the eyes before mustering up her remaining pride and responding. "Daddy, can I please go potty?" Satisfied, Kyle nodded and without a second to spare Annabelle sprang from her seat and darted to the bathroom. Kyle continued eating, filled with joy and pride at his little’s manners and her connection with him. This feeling was frequent for him as he suited his caregiver role and each action or word from his little girl would elevate his emotions, even on a dark day she knew how to turn on his light. He heard the flush of the toilet and next thing little Annabelle sprung back to her seat and hurriedly finished her dinner before taking their plates and kissing him firmly on the cheeks. She knew the routine, Daddy usually cooked the meal and then she would clean up. She didn't mind as Kyle was an amazing cook and cleaning, for her, was calming. Kyle cleared the rest of the table while Annabelle started the dishes, and then proceeded to chill in the loungeroom, surfing the tv for something little for when Annabelle joins him. Eventually settling on a generic kid’s channel showing an unfamiliar kid show, Kyle put his feet up and checked his phone messages and notifications. After almost no time, Annabelle skipped into the lounge room and sat in front of her Daddy on the floor, happy to watch whatever was on TV until Kyle pulled her phone from his pocket and tapped it on her shoulder, grabbing her attention. "Oh, thanks you Daddy." The little cheerfully accepted her phone and proceeded to also check it as her Daddy watched from behind until an alarm went off on her phone. "Bedtime!" "Well little one," Kyle said, standing up and towering behind little Annabelle, "bedtime for you." Kyle bent down and scooped up his little, one hand cradling her thighs while the other supported her back, and proceeded to carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on their bed. "Okay princess, cloth or plastic tonight?" Kyle said, providing his little with the usual nights choice of undergarment. Knowing full well that her accidents had not improved, Kyle had established early on that he wouldn't allow a wet bed of a morning and that he would properly diaper Annabelle nightly. "Cloth tonight please Daddy." Annabelle chimed, no longer phased by her nightly routine. From the bed she watched Kyle retrieve a couple of terry cloth, pins and a pink PUL-cover with snaps. He returned to the bed placing the cloths next to Annabelle and started to undress the little girl in front of him. First, the skirt was undone and removed, exposing the dry princess pull-up around Annabelle's waist. Followed by her t-shirt and bra. Leaving her top half completely exposed. Finally, Annabelle felt her Daddy's hands slip under the waistband of the pull-up before the sides were torn, the tearing sound, a cue for Annabelle to raise her bum. Gently she flexed, almost pushing her vagina towards Kyle in a small, silent notion for some fun before bedtime. Kyle removed the pull-up and swiftly replaced it with the terry cloths before Annabelle lowered her bottom. The thickness of the terry cloth was significantly different from the pull-up, both Annabelle and Kyle could tell the difference. Kyle would be able to see the bulk of her bum and crotch almost ballooned out and Annabelle would be forced to waddle. Annabelle would barely be able to feel herself through the cloth nappies and would also have difficulties walking. She knew that if she was in a cloth her Daddy wouldn't change her until mid-morning at the earliest, unlike a disposable some of which couldn't survive much past Annabelle’s wake up. Kyle liberally powdered Annabelle’s crotch, gently rubbing it in before lifting the cloth between her thighs and holding it tight against her waist while he fiddled with the pins to secure the wings. Finally, a waterproof PUL cover was clipped over the top and checked to make sure none of the towelling was peeking through. "Sit up baby," Kyle instructed as he reached for a pink singlet for her to wear to bed. As she swung herself up and her legs spread to accommodate the diaper, Kyle caught her hands and was able to pull the singlet down in a single motion. "There, my little princess is all ready for bed," Kyle announced, planting a long kiss on Annabelle's glossy lips before guiding her back to lay on her pillow. "Night baby. I'll be in soon." Kyle cooed. "Night Daddy," Annabelle responded mid-yawn. Before Kyle had the door to the room closed, Annabelle's eyes were closed tight, and the dreaming was kicking into gear, without a care in the world. Kyle, let out a deep sigh a few paces from the door and walked into the kitchen before picking a bottle of whiskey out of a high up shelf, and a can of cola from the fridge, combining the two for his occasional wind-down mix. Kyle sat at the bench where his laptop idled and proceeded to delve into the grey world of bills and banking. While they didn’t have much income, Kyle made it work. They didn’t need a lot in order to be happy, just each other’s company was more than enough.

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Surprisingly yes, I have a few select memories from a earlier diapered time

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Hey all, I thought I’d drop this here to get some fresh feedback and hopefully kick my motivation back into gear as I would really like to get this on flowing again. I’ll try and update one or two chapters at a time. I also have this posted elsewhere, so if you feel that it’s familiar... you’re probably right. There will be flashback chapters involved which I will try to identify with italics or something else where possible. Chapter 1 Annabelle knelt on the pink, woven mat. The strands of the mat dug into her knees and calves, the muscles of her thighs tightened to support her weight. The cold surface of the painted wall rested firmly against her nose, as her eyes searched for something to look at and distract her idle mind. The short skirt rested at the top of her heels and the lower part of the thigh while the pink shirt that she was wearing had tightened around her chest and had risen, exposing her waist and lower back. Behind her, Kyle stood still. His phone in his hand in order to set the timer indicating how long Annabelle punishment would last. The swear word that had gotten her into this situation was 4 letters long and the first letter was the sixth letter in the alphabet, dictating a twenty-four-minute duration for the punishment. Kyle watched as her body slowly began to shake, the strain from her muscles echoing throughout her body. He walked away to continue the preparations for the pair's dinner, while Annabelle was left to remain where she was for the remaining time. Annabelle and Kyle had been living together for six months prior to this point and had been romantically connected after they met online only three months prior. Kyle spent his days working from home as a website developer, conveniently able to keep watch on Annabelle who was unemployed by day and his little princess by night. The two met through the kink equivalent of Facebook, Fetlife; a place for people who enjoy something more, to meet, learn and explore themselves. They supported each other through good times and tough ones too, Annabelle had been diagnosed with a form of depressive disorder. Dealing with this illness and supporting Annabelle through it had been new challenges for Kyle and he never left her side, even when things became difficult. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm rang, excitement filled Annabelle's chest as she heard Kyle's steps moving through the kitchen towards her. Each step Kyle took excited Annabelle further, the vibrations continued up her legs and into her chest, fuelling the butterflies. Coarse fingers snuck over her shoulder, gently gripping her chin and guiding her nose away from the wall. Craning her neck to follow her guided chin, her eyes meet up with his, the darkness of his iris' bejewelled by a ring of emerald green. She stared long and deep into his eyes, waiting for his voice to grace her waiting ears. "Annabelle," Kyle spoke firmly. "Yes, Daddy?" She responded almost dreamily. "Why did Daddy have to put you into the corner?" He asked, remaining firm yet still presenting a cheerful manner. "B'cause I swore and said naughty words," Annabelle responded childishly. "Good girl." Kyle praised, he slowly straightened his back while guiding the little girl in front of him from her knees and onto her feet. As Annabelle straightened up she was pulled into a strong and warm embrace, the warmth from his chest spreading through her body remedying her pain from the extended kneeling and re-enforcing the praise given. The small gesture signified a lot to Annabelle, it was love, forgiveness, faith, and dedication all crammed into a single action. A small sadness formed when his hold loosened and he released her but she knew there would be more to come later. "Come on princess, set the table for me and dinner will be ready soon," Kyle said, issuing a task as if he were talking to a child. Kyle and Annabelle went on with their duties and Annabelle found her seat at the table once it was set. Without much of a wait, Kyle brought out a chicken parmigiana with mashed potatoes and vegetables. While the portion of each serving was the same, there was a segmented, Disney princess plate with the roughly chopped parmigiana was sat in front of Annabelle, clearly indicating her childlike status. "Daddy!" she said irritably, her face puffing up with a brewing tantrum running shallow beneath her skin. "I wanna eat big wif you tonight". The whining continued. With a strict, stern tone he put a stop with it, turning the tantrum red into a shade of embarrassment. "Anna bear, you aren't nearly old enough to use such big cutlery or eat proper food. If you want to throw such a babyish tantrum I won’t hesitate to bring out the blender." He knew the threat of baby mush would stop her in her tracks, she had pushed him before and the result was less than pleasant for her. Silenced and put in place, Annabelle commenced eating using just the smaller fork provided to her by Kyle, it was pink and had Minnie Mouse stickers on it, the prongs blunt and shorter than normal forks. As she began eating she felt a soft urge building in her lower stomach, she knew what it meant although didn't want to announce it, even if it was just her and Kyle. As his mouthful was being consumed, he eyed off his little princess, he noticed the awkward squirming right from the start and knew the tell-tale sign. "Princess..." he started as he swallowed his mouthful, "Do you need to potty?" He saw the wave of red rush across her face, telling him how right he was. He knew that the pink, princess pull-up was dry as he had seen it when she had been bending over to set the table. Annabelle hesitated when he said "Potty", for her it was a word that brought on high levels of humiliation and a certain level of truth. As a kid, she had always had bladder problems and wet the bed until her later teens. Her parents had tried several different solutions although the only consistently effective practice was a plastic sheet and thick terry nappies. As she had grown older she rebelled and often refused the night time protection, even with soaking wet outcome in the morning. When she met Kyle, nothing changed until after she had slept with him. The morning after, as a result of Annabelle’s rebellion, both of them were drenched in pee. To Annabelle's surprise, Kyle's reaction was a fresh mix of admonishment and compassion, a reaction that she had never experienced before. Chapter 2 (Flashback) *** "Is this a regular thing for you? Peeing in someone’s bed?" Kyle asked calmly, causing the blood in her cheeks to rise in embarrassment. He knew that she wasn't going to answer without some provocation. Gently he braced his fingers beneath her chin, raising her vision until she had no choice but to look at him. He didn't say a word. The silence his weapon of choice. His previous question echoed in his eyes until she could no longer withhold her response. "No. Not someone else's bed at least." Annabelle mumbled, hoping that her undertones would satisfy Kyle's questioning. "Speak up Anna, I can’t understand mumbling." Undertones of an order ran through Kyle's voice as he grew impatient for an answer. Annabelle squashed down her hesitation and repeated herself so that he could hear. Her cheeks blushed as she finished, she had never had to talk about this with someone before. Kyle processed her answer, he assumed that the accidents as being normal for her and not wanting to cause too much discomfort he left his questioning there. "Go have a shower, I'll clean this up. When you're done getting dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." He said in his positive manner, no trace of the ordering tones but there was no room left for her to debate. As she slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom, Kyle set to stripping his mattress and setting them aside for his trip to the laundromat later in the day. He went downstairs and started to prepare some breakfast for the both of them. Meanwhile, in the shower, Annabelle was trying to process the conversation. Her predictions of disgust and anger had been squashed by his understanding and lack of judgment. Her mind zoned out under the water, the soothing hot water removing the urine from her body and the false fears from her mind. Upon coming out of her blank daydream, Annabelle exited the shower and grabbed a nearby towel and dried herself thoroughly until she realized a small problem. The underwear and top she had worn in bed that night were now soaked and unable to be worn. The only thing she had were the jeggings she had removed before going to sleep, thinking quickly she went to Kyle's wardrobe and found a basic grey hoodie on a low shelf. Knowing it would be an ideal, warm replacement for a top, she picked it up and pulled it down over her head and chest. Annabelle started to walk back to retrieve her pants until some purple packaging from where she had gotten the hoodie, managed to catch her eye. She pulled the package out from the clothes and quickly identified it as youth night pull-ups. Unsure of Kyle's family she didn't think much of the product, although curious as to why it was in his room she returned the already opened package to where she found it and continued to find and put on her jeggings. As she made her way towards the kitchen, the material from her jeggings started to rub and irritate her crotch. In only 6 steps it had gotten to the point of 'too much' causing Annabelle to dart back to the bedroom and take off the pants, look around to find a solution to her problem. A thought ran through her mind, blocking the way for any other ideas to come through, the pull-ups in the closet. Annabelle tries to dismiss the idea, but couldn't think of any alternative. Quickly she pulled a pull-up out of the already-opened package, opening it up she remembered times that her parents had attempted to use these to protect her own bedding, unsuccessfully. Pushing through the memories, she stepped into the garment and pulled it up to her hips, the waistband feeling a little tight but still managing to keep the thick padding against her skin. Annabelle looked down and glimpsed the Tinkerbell waving back at her, a mix of adoration and disgust washed over her at the sight of the childish design. She rushed to pull up her jeggings to quickly cover the sight of the little fairy before rushing out to meet Kyle in the kitchen. Exiting the hall which opened to the kitchen and dining area, Annabelle saw Kyle standing over the stove. As she got closer the gentle fragrance of pancakes and bananas began to overpower her senses causing her mouth to water. Kyle sensed the arrival and flipped the current pancake before turning around. "Nice shower? That hoodie certainly suits you." Kyle complimented, noticing his hoodie being worn, oversized like a toddler. Annabelle spun around, modelling his hoodie, the base of the hoodie raised up with the speed of her spin enough for Kyle to see up to her waist. Enough for Kyle to notice a bulge around Annabelle’s crotch that reminded him of his young cousin's sleepovers with him and the pull-ups he kept upstairs for her. Kyle couldn't hold back a broad grin. "Very pretty. You look so good that you can keep it." He said. As Annabelle plopped onto a bench stool, Kyle finished the last couple of pancakes, thinking of how to play this situation. The girl he likes, wearing his young cousin’s pull-ups after her own bedtime accident. Kyle had been curious about caregiver-based dynamics and had for a while been researching and talking to many littles, caregivers and middles about their experiences. He thought that this could be an opportunity to explore a dynamic, but his mind started to swarm with doubts. "Would she leave? Would she think that I a freak? What if I do something wrong?" Kyle and Annabelle both ate their meals in silence, except for a few remarks about the food and the day ahead. Their minds both racing about the night’s events and their morning surprise. Upon finishing, Kyle took a leap and spoke up. "I hope you're not going to disappear after this morning." Slightly shocked, Annabelle almost jumped at him, even though it had briefly crossed her mind to disappear in shame. "What?! Why would I do that? I'm not that low." She exaggerated, with a hurt tone. "Sorry, sorry. So, you won’t object to coming around tomorrow night for some drinks and maybe another club." Kyle suggested, hopeful of another chance. "Sure..." Annabelle started, "...but I'll try not to repeat this morning’s events." She said apologetically, trying to inject some humour into her awkward situation. "If you’re that dedicated to preventing it, I might just pick up some more of my cousin's pull-ups, like the one you’re wearing. Just in case." Kyle offered, he couldn't hold it in and instantly saw her whole face turn a shade of deep red. ***

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