The Contract

[diaperwearntigger]

Chapter 2

Nothing was said for the most of the car ride to the store. She had so many questions running through her head, but she knew she wouldn’t get a straight answer from him and she also knew that he would get mad for asking those questions. She was allowed to ask questions, because after all, every baby girl is inquisitive; however, if they were ‘adult’ questions, she was not allowed to ask, until her daddy brought the subject up. She knew he wouldn’t.

She watched out the window. She loved watching people, wondering where they were going. She would make up stories in her head of where they were going. Every once in awhile they would pass a park, and she would hope they would get to go. She loved the park, but she loved it more when she was diapered.

“Can we feed the duckies today?” she asked when she saw the pond.

“We will see,” he said. She left out a big sigh, for she knew that meant no. She never got to do what she wanted to do. She crossed her arms and pouted the rest of the way to the store.

“That is certainly no way to get to go feed the ducks today,” he said as he pulled into a parking spot at the mall.

“I thought you said we have shopping to do,” she said when she realized they were at the mall and not the grocery store.

“We do,” he said unbuckling his seat belt. He got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side. She was not allowed to let herself out of the car without his help.

He opened the door, unbuckled her seatbelt, took her hand and helped her out of the car. He fixed her skirt and quickly checked to see if the snaps had not come undone. He pulled down her shirt then closed the car door. He opened the car door to the back seat and took out the diaper bag. He handed it too her, it was more appropriate and less conspicuous if she carried it. It wasn’t your normal looking diaper bag, just a little backpack that most girls were carrying now a days. He shut the door, took her hand, locked the car, and walked towards the mall.

She dragged behind him because she didn’t want to go into the mall with the outfit she had on. It made her feel uncomfortable and it made it seem that everyone looked at her. She always felt that people knew she was wearing a diaper and that she was treated as a baby.

He pulled her along anyways, pulling her by the hand, which only made it look more obvious that she was and acting like a child. He opened the door to the mall and pulled her right behind him. Finally, he stopped and pulled her close to her.

“You need to walk beside daddy, young lady,” he said having enough of her stubbornness.

She looked at him with her “pissed off look,” as he called it.

“Do you want a spanking right here, right now?” he questioned her.

“No,” she said wiping the “pissed off look” off her face.

“I didn’t think so, but let me tell you, young lady, you are very close to getting one.”

She started walking beside him this time, making sure she was holding his hand, which looked very adult like to outsiders, but made her feel little and secure inside. It’s funny how holding hands in “adult” mode can feel differently than holding hands in “baby” mode. The diaper wrapped tightly around her, rubbing against her “kitty” remaindered her that she was in “baby” mode, and while she held his hand, she was “daddy’s baby girl.” She loved that feeling and wished it would last forever.

They rounded the corner and walked into the first store. She was surprised to see it was her favorite clothing store. She was only allowed to go shopping in it with daddy present because she would spend way too much money if he wasn’t with her. She was surprised though, because usually they only go shopping here when she has been really good and by the tone of her daddy’s voice already this morning, and the numerous spankings before they even left the house.

“You really don’t deserve a new outfit,” he told her as they started looking at the different clothes, “but, since we are meeting someone today, I thought you should have something new.”

She gave him a big smile. “Thank you,” she said.

“Thank you what?”

“Thank you, daddy.” She corrected herself.

She searched and searched the racks of clothes looking for the perfect outfit. She knew she could pick out her outfit, but it still needed daddy’s approval. It was fun shopping with daddy, even if he made all the choices for her. It seemed that they had the same taste in clothes, so it wasn’t so bad.

“This one, “ she said holding up the dark blue skirt.

“Hold it up against you,” he said.

She did as she was told. He pulled down on the front of the skirt as it laid against her. He had to make sure it was long enough to cover up her diaper, but short enough to make people wonder what was under there.

“I don’t know, baby, it doesn’t seem short enough,”

“Please,” she said, then added the clincher, “daddy.”

“Okay, okay, you can get it. Now we need to find a shirt to go with it.”

She new she would get it when she added the daddy to please, it seemed to get him every time. Of course, batting her puppy dog eyes at him and giving her pouting face always helped too.

She made her way to the rack of shirts, with daddy close behind. He let her go through the shirts until she found the one that she liked.

“How about this one?” she helped up a white shirt with blue flowers on it.

“Not babish enough,” he said. She knew it wasn’t, but thought she would try her luck anyways. She put it back on the rack and continued to look some more.

She finally came across a rack of shirts with different animals and cartoon characters on them. She knew one of these would get his approval, but nothing screams baby than a shirt with an animal or a chartoon character on it.

She picked out the one with tweety on it and held it up to her daddy.

“No,” he said without even giving a reason.

She put it back and continued to look.

“You have about five more minutes or daddy will just chose,” he said, giving her warning, like any parent would have done to their child.

She skimmed through the shirts quicker, looking for something that she liked and something that she new he would like. She really didn’t like anything, but knew if she didn’t chose something whatever daddy picked out would be worse.

“One minute,” the warning came again.

Getting flustered and frustrated she stomped her foot.

“I can’t find anything,” she said.

He walked over to her, and wrapped his arm around her. “No need to get upset, baby.”

He went straight the to shirt he wanted, for he knew which shirt he was going to pick out way before she even began to look. Little did she know, he was just at the store yesterday looking things over. He knew, with so many choices, she wouldn’t be able to pick something quick enough for him. She was better at choosing between two or three items.

“We are getting this one,” he said holding it up to show her. It was a little blue t-shirt with a low cut collar and it had a picture of a polar bear on it.

Even though she didn’t get to pick it out herself she was very excited with daddy’s choice because she loved polar bears. Of course, being a good daddy that he was, also knew this and when he saw it the day before, he knew that was the one he was going to get for her.

They went up to the register and paid for the clothing. He carried the bag in one hand and held her hand with the other. She was excited about her new outfit, even if it was meant to be a baby outfit, but any new clothing excited her.

They continued to walk through the mall. She was hoping to be able to go to the Disney Store, but she didn’t dare ask. If she did ask, she knew there was no way of getting to go.

She could see the Disney store in the distance and they were headed that way. She didn’t want to seem excited, so she tried to contain herself as much as possible. They had past the Disney store without going in. She was indeed disappointed.

“I know you want to go to the Disney store,” he said as they kept walking past it. “We will when we are finished.”

A smile developed on her face. She had no idea where they were off to do next, but she didn’t care, she was excited about going to the Disney store and that’s all she kept thinking about. They finally approached the end of the mall and went outside. She thought it was odd, but when she realized the store, Things for Baby, was next to the mall, she knew where they were going.

He opened the door for her and she walked in. The place was filled with everything for a baby. Cribs, strollers, high chairs, changing tables, clothes, diapers, pacifiers, blankets, books, sippy cups, and bottles filled the store. There was so much more in that store than you could focus on at one time.

He held her hand as they walked to the pacifier and bottle aisle. She pulled her hand away and walked over to look at the bottles.

“Don’t leave this aisle,” he said as he looked at the pacifiers.

“I won’t,” she answered.

The choices were limited and overwhelming. There were just too many to chose from. He knew he had to pick only three because anymore than that, she wouldn’t be able to make the choice. He picked the three that he really liked and knew she would like them too.

“Which do you like?” he asked turning around to look at her. When he did, he realized she had left the aisle. He took the one pacifier that he liked and put the other two back on the shelf.

He walked down the aisle, past the bottles, where she should have been. Where she was told to be, but of course she wasn’t. He rounded the corner and found her standing there looking at the blankets.

“Young lady,” he said to her approaching her. “Didn’t daddy tell you to stay in the aisle?”

“Yes, but ,”

“But nothing,” he interrupted her. “You were told to stay with me and you did not listen.”

He grabbed her hand, turned her around, and smacked her on her bare leg, underneath her skirt. She gritted her teeth in pain. She cringed with embarrassment because the sound was so loud she just knew someone heard it.

“Since you didn’t listen to daddy, you don’t get to pick out your own paci this time.” He said dragging her back to the bottle aisle. “And,” he continued, “I don’t think you get to pick out a new bottle either. I will pick it out for you.”

She groaned in disgust because she knew it was going to be pink with flowers on it. He turned and looked at her at her sound of disgust and popped her on the mouth.

“That was not necessary,” he said. “You really are pushing daddy’s buttons today, aren’t you?”

“I don’t mean to,” she said softly.

“Then you better start behaving better.”

Sure enough he picked out the most girly looking bottle there. She hated girly stuff. She liked being a baby girl, but some things she had to draw the line at. She hated to wear skirts, but she knew that’s what daddy liked, and after all, he is daddy and he gets to make the choices.

The took the items to the cash register and paid the lady. As they left the store with their items he asked, “Are you wet?”

“No,” she replied. She hadn’t realized how much she had to go the bathroom until he mentioned it. She was too engrossed in shopping that she hadn’t noticed at all.

“Well, even though you haven’t been all that good, I promised you we would go to the Disney store and we will, but I don’t think you can get anything today.”

She frowned , put out her lower lip, and gave her daddy the puppy dog eyes. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

“Not going to work this time, baby,” he said. “You’re diaper needs to be wet by the time we leave the Disney store,” he said as they walked back into the mall.

“Why?” she asked curious.

“Because I want to change you before we go meet this person.”

“Okay,” she said, then remembered to add, “daddy.”

They walked hand in hand back down the halls of the mall towards the Disney store. She was excited about going in because they didn’t get to go very often, but was also disappointed because she wasn’t able to get something. She knew, just knew, there would be something there that she would want to get badly and would still be told no.

They walked into the Disney Store and were met by a greeter. “Welcome, if you have any questions just let me know.”

They both smiled and said, “Thank you.”

“You can go look around if you promise not to leave the store,” he whispered to her.

“I promise,” she said and pulled her hand from his and was off.

He walked around by himself looking at the different items that he, himself, was not into, but knew his baby girl was. There were so many different things that he thought were cute to buy her, but of course they were meant for real little girls. He continued to look around the store, looking for her every once in awhile to make sure she was okay and still in the store. After a few more mintues, she came up to him carrying an Eeyore.

“No,” he said right away before she could even ask him if she could have it.

“But I didn’t ask,” she protested.

“You don’t have to,” he said, “the answer is no. Now go put it back, we need to go.”

She stomped her foot and went to put Eeyroe back on the shelf. When she returned, he was waiting for her at the entrance. He took her by the hand and led her back through the mall to the family bathrooms. She realized he had ignored her tantrum, but some how she knew she was not going to get away with it.

He opened the door to the family bathroom and they both entered it. He locked the door behind him. He opened the diaper bag and pulled out a beach towel and laid it down on the bathroom floor.

“Lay down so daddy can change you,” he said pulling out the wipes, lotion, powder, and a new diaper.

She did as she was told and laid down on her back on the beach towel. He knelt down in between her legs and pulled her skirt up exposing the snaps. He undid her snaps and pulled the skirt up so he could get to her wet diaper. He undid the tapes and pulled the diaper down between her legs. He then pulled out a few wipes and wiped her “kitty” and her bottom with the wet wipes, making sure she was nice and clean. When he was finished, he put the wipes in her wet diaper, pulled it out from under her, and rolled it up then threw it away in the trash.

Before he put the fresh diaper under her, he rolled her over on her side. She knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes already in pain before the first paddle. He pulled out the wooden spoon from the diaper bag and gave her six quick smacks on her bare bottom. She kept the tears back but it was very hard. The spanking was harder than she had had all day.

He rolled her back down on to her back and put the paddle back into the bag.

“I hope I don’t have to use that on you again today,” he said opening up a new diaper. “There was no reason for that tantrum back at the Disney store,” he continued while sliding the diaper under her bottom, “You don’t need to have everything the baby thinks she should have.” He kept lecturing.

He opened the bottle of lotion and squirted some on her “kitty.” He rubbed it in making sure he got every nook and cranny and then rubbed some on her bottom to cool it off. He knew it was red and was stinging from the paddle.

“Baby’s bottom hurt?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” she said trying to hold back the tears.

He looked in the bag for her new paci and took it out. He opened the package and put it in his mouth to lick it off the germs for her. He placed it into her mouth.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, “but you need to learn to listen to daddy and not throw a tantrum every time you don’t get your way. Now, just lay there and suck on your paci while daddy finishes diapering you.”

She laid there sucking on her paci, which always made her feel better. She laid there while he put powder on her and rubbed it in as well. Next, he pulled the diaper snug up between her legs. He taped the bottom tape on one side first, then did the other. Next, he did the top tapes, one side at a time. He helped her stand up.

“Put your arms up,” he said.

She put her arms up and he slid the shirt off her. He pulled out her new shrit from the bag, took off the tags, the slide on over her head. He helped her put her arms in the sleeves then pulled the shirt down over her breasts. It looked really cute, he thought to himself.

He unsnapped her skirt and pulled it off. She stepped out of it while holding on to his shoulders. He pulled out her new skirt, took the price tag off of that, and helped her step into it. He then pulled the skirt up around her waist and button it. He took a step back to look at her.

“You look cute, baby,” he said stepping back towards her, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He picked up the beach towel and folded it back up and put it away in her diaper bag. He the picked up the wipes, lotion and baby powder and put those away. He pulled out her paci from her mouth and put it in the protective cover. He then slide it into his front pocket of his pants.

He gave her a kiss on the lips, then gathered up all the bags, and opened the door. There was no one around when they left the bathroom, not that it mattered, but it always made her feel better that no one was around to see them coming out of the same bathroom.

They walked back to the car in silence. He opened the back door and put diaper bag and the other bags in the car. He opened the car door for her and let her get herself situated the put her seatbelt on her. HE closed the door and head over to his side of the car. When he got in he put on his seatbelt and started the car.

“You really do look cute,” he said again to her. He really liked the outfit they had picked out together. He knew she would look even cuter with her paci, but he also knew she would feel uncomfortable using it out in public.

[packrat]

good job. Just waiting for the next installment.

[belinda_sue_fox]

Hes obviously taking her to a Heidi camp to turn her into a little baby Heidi goat herder