Jet Viper

Chapter 2: As soon as Strawberry awoke from the comfort of her crib, she knew something was up. Daddy was always the one responsible for waking her up (usually accompanied by the smell of a home-cooked breakfast). She gazed through the window under the umbrage of her blanket and stuffies - it looked like it was mid-afternoon at least. Strawberry scoffed, remembering the fact that daddy didn’t allow her to have a clock in her nursery because “babies shouldn’t have to worry about grown up things like that.” She’d have to go to the living room or kitchen to check the nearest clock, or at least invade Daddy’s den to retrieve her confiscated phone. ‘It’s now or never.” She thought to herself. Strawberry tossed aside the suffocating cacophony of cloth and stretched her legs, now noticing the absolute horrid state of her diaper. One more wetting and she’d be more leaky than a broken faucet. Not to mention the take-out Mexican she ate with daddy yesterday preparing to blow out her back end. “I don’t care what he has planned,” she thought, “as long as he can change me soon!” She lowered the rails of the crib, lowering her delicate feet to the soft carpet. She tip-toed across the nursery, trying to make as little noise as possible just in case he was asleep. Wouldn’t want to anger him any further than she already had. First stop was her dresser. She went without her paci for too long and she’d be damned if she didn’t get back. After a few impressive stealthy maneuvers across an ocean of scattered toys and coloring books, she grabbed her purple pacifier (her favorite color), and popped it in her mouth. The plastic teat filled her mouth as she suckled on the infantile device, the habit immediately giving her a sense of relief. “If only I had this damn thing while I was trying to sleep.” She cursed under her breath. Now came the door. Strawberry again snuck across the nursery like some sort of thickly-padded ninja. Maybe in a different life she could’ve worked as a spy. Strawberry grabbed the doorknob, slowing pushing the door open to inspect outside the trappings of the nursery. Her eyes darted to the kitchen and then the living room. “No signs of intelligent life,” she muttered, “well, except for me. But I don’t know if I even count as that…” By process of elimination, the only place left unchecked in their apartment was the room adjacent to hers: Daddy’s den. A drop of sweat trickled down Strawberry’s forehead. Running into Daddy was the last thing she wanted to do right now, but she had to figure out what was going on. After bracing herself for potential danger, Strawberry gathered the courage to make her giant leap for mankind. Stepping out of her nursery, she turned to Daddy’s door. Only to find it….closed? “Maybe he’s still asleep?” she wondered in her head. But the answer became immediately clear just seconds after that thought. A note was posted on his door. Will be out for a few hours. Bringing back a guest. Have on your Sunday best for when we get back. - Daddy “This can’t be good.” To Be Continued

Hey everyone! I've been lurking around here for years and I've finally decided to throw my hat into the ring! This is a story that I'm writing for a friend, so i thought I'd share. Your feedback is loved and appreciated, but try to go easy on a newbie haha ? Chapter 1: This wasn’t the first time she had gotten in trouble and it wouldn’t be her last. The plan was perfect: she would sneak out of her crib while daddy was asleep to have just a few more scoops of her birthday ice cream. It would require she stay up past her bedtime and lie to daddy, but being a naughty girl was something of a part time job - no one’s perfect right? What Strawberry had forgot to account for was that daddy had the day off tomorrow, which would prove to be a critical blunder. She had forgotten that he stayed up late in the night to play video games with his friends after he put her to bed, usually after being particularly bratty. Before even getting 2 bites in, daddy had caught her in the act. Strawberry went through her usual routine of puppy-eyes, crying, begging not to be punished. Usually naughty moments like this would be met with a spanking, but if daddy were feeling merciless Strawberry would have to spend hours writing lines - a fate worse than death. However, instead of being pulled over his lap and getting her ass tanned to oblivion, daddy just simply unsnapped her sleeping onesie and cupped his hands over his crotch for a simple diaper check. Somehow she was still was dry as a bone, but she was probably going to wet herself soon out of sheer fear. After the check, daddy returned to his room with a blank face, closing the door with an eery calmness. Strawberry’s leg were shaking with fear as she walked back to the nursery. She’s only seen daddy like this a handful times. If there was anything worse than angering daddy, it was disappointing him. When he was disappointed, he was unpredictable, and anything other than his normal punishments scared the socks out of her. She’d rather have a full diaper on for an entire week than any sort of creative penalty he would concoct on a whim. She could feel her diaper warm up as she entered her crib. She would be going to bed wet today. She knew she totally deserved it. Trying to fall asleep was impossible as her mind raced of potential nightmarish outcomes. She tossed and turn in her blankets, hugged her stuffies, and counted sheep, but nothing seemed to quell her anxiety. How could she have been so stupid? She lived to please daddy. Why would she break the rules so flagrantly and betray his trust? Of course she loved to be a little bit bratty sometimes, but she had crossed the line, and now he was disappointed in her. She punched her stuff lamb in frustration as quiet tears rolled down her eyes. Her pacifier was on the shelf parallel to her crib, but after getting out the first time, she didn’t dare to step out the second. Now she didn’t have a stupid pacifier to comfort her. Even so, Strawberry knew she deserved it. To be continued.