Love Beyond What She Ever Had Imagined

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Donald's whole body was numb. Everything was red. He tore past the police, who feebly tried to stop him. There was just nothing that was going to get in his way - that was his affirmation, his belief, and his power. He could not stop running. His memory banks pounded with the image of his first wife, dying on the operating table right in front of him after the car accident, seven years before.

"Where is my WIFE!?" he demanded, screaming at the nineteen-year-old paramedic.

The young man steadied himself emotionally as he grabbed Donald's shoulders. He was shorter than Donald, and hadn't the same muscularity, but he managed to stop him in his tracks.

"We need you to CALM DOWN, SIR," John told him sternly.

"Where IS she!?" Donald shouted.

"Sir," said the paramedic, shaking Donald firmly. "SIR!"

Donald's eyes became wide, his expression fading from one of rage to one of concern.

"She's being taken out of the car carefully," John explained. "The car is totalled, but she's going to be okay."

Donald nodded, taking a deep breath. A few tears slipped down his face.

"It's OKAY," said John. "You will see her as soon as she is carried up the cliff. She's in good hands."

Donald relaxed a little and backed off. "I'm sorry," he said.

"You're fine," said John. "She's fine. Everything is under control."

Donald walked toward a large tree stump and slowly seated himself on it. He lost his vertigo, fainted, and was hastily rescued by John and another paramedic. He was jerked back into consciousness by some harsh smelling salts.

"She's up!" John said loudly, bringing Donald to his feet.

Through the haze, Lisa could make out his face. She was wheeled past him quickly to the ambulance. He chased after them.

"Daddy!?" she cried.

"I'm right here," he called, helplessly watching them load her carefully into the vehicle. "I'm right here with you."

John helped him into the ambulance. He rushed to her side.

"Everything's okay, Sweetie," he said into her ear. "John, here, told me so."

"Donald, it hurts," she sobbed.

"I know," he said. "I know. Daddy's gonna' take care of you. We just have to hang in there for a little while."

He held her hand tightly while she cried. Blood, bandages, and uniforms swarmed over their mutual love, growing deeper by the minute. The ambulance seemed to be moving at the speed of light. She squeezed his hand tightly and grimaced as they moved her leg. She passed out.

She awoke with a start, feeling herself wet. She looked around with wide eyes. She had been resting peacefully for five hours in the hospital room, unaware, as the Tylox had made her drift off.

She felt embarassed. "What are they going to say when they find me like this?" she thought. her face growing red.

"LISA?" said Donald, his jaw dropping as he approached her. "Babygirl?"

He climbed onto the bed and then on top of her, straddling her hips and putting his hands on either side.

"Oh, DADDY," she said, tears running down her face.

"Daddy's right here," he said, a loving lilt in his voice. "Who's your Daddy? Huh? Who's your Daddy?"

He touched her forehead with his, kissing her on the lips. He rubbed noses with her.

"You are," she whispered. "You're my Daddy."

"Daddy loves you, y'know," he said with a warm smile.

"Oh, Donald," she said. "You know I love you and your detail-oriented ass."

He raised his head and laughed. "WHO'S my BABYGIRL?"

"Donald," she said, grabbing his tie gently, "I'm in trouble."

"No, no, no, no," he said, looking down at her with joy and gratitude. "Daddy's going to take care of you for a while."

"I've pissed myself," she said, turning her head to the side.

"Poor Kid," he said. "That's okay. They were expecting that."

"Huh?" she said.

"Well, come, on, Lisa," he said with a gentle laugh. "You went over a CLIFF."

She realized she had been diapered, and was relieved.

"I thought they were going to have to change the sheets," she said. "And with how understaffed they are these days . . . ."

"I think maybe Daddy should check his little girl," he said with a grin. "Unless, of course, you'd rather have the nurse do it."

What had been an occasional fetish between them was now becoming quite practical. Donald took the blanket and sheets back and smoothed his hand over her flat belly.

"You want Daddy to change you?" he asked kindly. "I wouldn't wanna' ruin it for us . . . . "

"I want you to," she sighed. "Better you than someone else."

He pulled the plastic tabs apart and unfolded her diaper. Her right leg was in a cast.

"Where's it hurt, My Sweet?" he asked. "Which way can I move you?"

She eased herself up just far enough for him to remove the diaper from underneath her. He took it to the bathroom and dropped it into the wastebasket.

"I asked them to leave this cart here," he said. "They aren't supposed to, and I'm supposedly not supposed to be here, either. Screw THAT. And then with them being understaffed and all . . . . "

He grinned at her, winking.

He sat down with her and gently cleaned her with some moist towelettes, following her gentle movements. She was basically directing him. The wipes felt cooling after laying in a wet diaper for so long. She felt shy, but at least Donald was at the helm.

"Poor Sweetie," he said softly. "I love you so much."

"You, too," she told him, blushing.

He smoothed some talcum powder over her vulva, and them talcumed a dry diaper for her, since she couldn't move much. She moved up just far enough, grimacing, and he wrapped her up snugly in the diaper.

"How adorable is THIS?" he said, pulling the tabs into place over her hips. "My little tough girl in diapers."

"Donald . . . . . . . ." she said, rolling her eyes and looking away.

He threw his head back and laughed, and leaned down to massage her neck.

"Lisa," he said, "you might have to do this for me someday, you never know. I am just so happy to have you right here, to care for you, to know you're still with me, okay? I almost LOST you."

He lay down beside her, careful not to cause her any pain. There was her "Daddy" in his three piece brown tweed suit, his jacket over the chair beside the bed, his sleeves rolled up. He lay on his side and put his arm around her waist. He kissed her cheek.

"You know Daddy's right here, Lisa," he told her. "I'm gonna' massage you, change you, bring you whatever you need. Everything is going to be okay."

She started to cry. "Really?" she asked. "This is kind of humiliating."

"It's just Me, Darling," he told her. "It's just Donald."

"I want my guitar," she sobbed. "I want my seven-string guitar."

"I'll go get it tomorrow," he said, "I promise. Tonight you need to sleep, right here in my arms."

"Promise?" she asked, sucking a couple of tears in from her lower lip as she forced herself to take in a few deep breaths.

"Promise," he said. "Right now, you need to heal."

She began to drift off, feeling peaceful and protected in his embrace and his care.

[Guest diamondback688]

i like it...please continue...

[EQIIFreak]

A pleasent change from the normal "porno on paper" stories that we read here. Still has the fetish element, but has the caring element that is needed in any sucessfull relationship. I would give it a 4 out of 5 rating, as the story is still in its begining stages.

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She awoke startled once again - as she had when she first regained consciousness after the bone in her leg had been set into its natural place - and found Donald smiling down at her, happy to see her eyes opening. She definitely felt less private, but she could immediately recognize the situation. She felt quite helpless, embarassed, and protected. He was diapering her after giving her some oil and powder.

"How are you feeling, My Love?" he asked. "You've been asleep for twelve hours or so."

"Got anymore of that Tylox?" she asked softly.

"It's your prescription," he said. "But as your Daddy, I can only give you two."

"I'm sure that will work very well," she replied, her voice still soft.

He gently covered her with the hospital sheet and blanket. He fed her the pain medication with a glass of water.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently. "Would you like to have some breakfast?"

"I - just not now," she told him. "I feel like I'm going to toss it, anyway."

"You're in pain," he said.

"Yes," she said. "I'm already wetting myself in front of you. The puking thing would be weird."

[Guest diamondback688]

very good...kinda short though...keep it going...

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Lisa actually did get sick from the anaesthesia a few times, which Donald was half-expecting. He got to her just in time with a pail each time. He waited about an hour after the last time, and then made her drink as much water as she could handle. She was quite sleepy during the whole thing, and hadn't even the energy to feel any shame. Under the influence of Tylox, and with the toxins having been expelled from her system, she felt enormous relief. She had a relaxed smile on her face.

"You've lost some weight," he told her, rubbing her stomach. "You haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours."

"I can't feel it," she told him. "I mean, I can feel your hand on me, but I'm not hungry at all."

He tilted his head, looking down at her with a bit of a frown.

"Alright," he sighed, "But you're not going to sleep tonight until you eat something. I'll feed you myself if I have to."

"Oh, Donald, I just puked three times. Can you cut me some slack?"

"I can cut you a lot of slack, Darling," he said with a smile. "I'm just a little concerned about my little girl."

He presented her with her favourite acoustic guitar, a large-bodied custom with seven strings. Donald had propped her up to help her deal with her sickness - and to give her a few glasses of water - so she was in a good position to play. Her face just lit up. He ran his hands through her long hair as she looked down at it.

"There we are," he said tenderly. "Now we're happy."

He was never less than amazed at how well she could play fingerstyle, tap, and slide. He was even more surprised at her ability under heavy sedation. Her hands just fell right into place as she moved into a fairly complex fingerstyle piece she had written years before. When she finished about four-and-a-half minutes later, she looked up at him with an innocent and dazed smile, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. He didn't want to tell her that she reminded him of a small, quiet, calm and happy child in this moment. He felt like his heart was melting. She was renewed from just a few moments of not being helpless.

"What a great musician you are," he said proudly. "I recognize that piece. That's the one everyone at the office thinks is cool."

"You played my CD at your office?"

"Every Friday afternoon we listen to it," he said. "I think somebody's starting to nod off."

He gently took the instrument from her and placed it back in its case. He took the pillow out from behind her back. Careful not to move her too much, he seated himself behind her, spreading his bent legs to either side of her, and proceeded to give her a backrub.

"I wish I could lay you out on your tummy," he said. "That's what you really need. You're tight. If it weren't for your medicine, you'd be really tense."

"This is wonderful just like it is," she said softly.

"Yeah, well," he joked, "You just think about that the next time you deny me this."

She laughed gently. She loved giving Donald backrubs on a regular basis.

Just as she was really starting to doze off, he lay her down on her back and checked her diaper. He rolled her to one side to remove it from underneath her, gave her a thorough wiping, rubbed her with lotion, gave her and her dry diaper a talcum, and dressed her in it. He refrained from reminding her how adorable he thought she looked as he fastened the tabs. He leaned down and kissed her on either side of her slightly open mouth. He climbed on to the bed with her, laying his arm over her as he settled down beside her. He loved the gentle way in which she was breathing, and nestled in a little more closely.

[Baby D]

Very very good. I like it a lot. Keep going, you're doing a great job and it makes for enoyable reading. . .

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Thank you, my peeps . . . .

[Guest diamondback688]

keep it going...makes for a very good read...

[EQIIFreak]

Great. I still agree with my earlier comment. Quaility writing. Something that is seen in only about 1/10 authors.

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THANK YOU!! I was an English Minor.

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Lisa had just woken up a little while before. Donald had left her a note to reassure her that he'd be returning soon. He had also placed her guitar beside her, right where he had been napping with her. For Lisa - who had been playing guitar for most of her life, becoming moderately successful - it was a lot like waking up next to a friend. She was happy to have woken up in a dry diaper, without the immediate need to wet herself. She concluded that her Daddy must have changed her while she was sleeping. She was practicing with the guitar on her belly. She was so focused on slowly moving her fingers through a technique she had yet to master that she was able to mitigate the pain and hunger that had simultaneously returned to her.

"Hey, Lisa," he said, just after opening the door and walking in briskly. "How we doin'?"

He was carrying a medium-sized brown paper bag. He shut the door quickly behind him. It didn't take very long for her to perceive the enticing aroma of her favourite dish. She wished she could sit up herself, but kept practicing to distract herself. Her stomach was finally growling.

"Hi, Daddy," she greeted. "You're the best."

"Ain't no way MY Babygirl is going to be subjected to cheap, refined pseudo-food," he told her. "When I was in college, I had a friend who worked in a hospital kitchen. One of his favourite pranks was dropping rippled pickle slices into Jello that hadn't been solidified yet."

"Whoa," she said, raising her head with a sour frown.

"I mean," he said, shrugging, "I'm sure it's not usually like that, but your Daddy's not taking any chances."

He lifted her gently under her arms with his strong hands, putting her pillow behind her and resting her back against it. She winced. He noticed and kissed her forehead.

"Time for your medicine," he said, nodding.

He handed her the pills and a glass of water. Meanwhile, he pulled an aluminum container from the paper bag he'd brought in, smiling at her. He took a pair of wooden chopsticks out of the paper sleeve.

"Humour me," he said with a grin. "Let me feed you, My Lover."

"It's the least I could do at this point," she said eagerly, hungry and indifferent. She really liked the pet name he chose.

He took bits of juicy duck in the chopsticks, letting the oil drip into the container before putting it into her mouth as he cupped his other hand underneath her chin.

"Do you have any idea at all about how sexy your full lips look as you eat?" he said with a smile. "As your jaw muscles move?"

She blushed a little. She was chewing as he said it, covering her mouth as not to lose any food as she chuckled.

"Do you know that I am trying to nurture you back to every aspect of our lives?" he continued. "Do you know that just as it was before I almost lost you, I find you to be arousing as I diaper you? It's just that Daddy has gotten bigger within me as my little girl needs extra attention. I Love You, Lady."

He was grinning at her mischievously. Her eyes met his with a warm glow.

"You have still felt wonderful to me as I've held you the last couple of days," he admitted. "Sweet Lover."

He fed her some more little pieces of her favourite treat. He let her soak in his words as she took in some well-needed nourishment. She found it hard to look at him, even though she felt overwhelmed with his love. She smiled gently as she savoured every aspect of the moment.

"You know," he said, taking a morsel for himself, " I would have brought some Cabernet if I didn't think it might cause you convulsions, you being on medication and all. And your leg and all . . . ."

She gazed into his eyes, grateful and encouraged.

"You little Skinny-Butt," he teased.

"Big Boy," she replied, her eyes moist.

Their lips came together, rich with juices of fine food and lust.

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Donald held Lisa's face in his hands, French-kissing her with a significant amount of pressure. She couldn't quite match it physically in this state. But it made his loving feel a little more powerful than usual, which for her was quite stimulating. Donald found her to be gentler than usual, which he found to be arousing. She was still seated upright. He was seated beside and opposite her, inching closer. His big hands reached under the sleeves of her white t-shirt, squeezing and smoothing around her deltoid and shoulder muscles.

"Your skin feels so smooth," he told her. "I could just dip a spoon into it."

"Your hands are exceptional," she said. "As usual."

He looked into her eyes, smiling.

"Can you tell Daddy something?" he said with a grin.

"Uh-huh," she half-replied, caught in his gaze.

"Who's your DADDY?" he said with a laugh, suddenly lunging at her waist with his hands.

She tensed up at his touch. He was tickling her, and since she couldn't move all that quickly, she was feeling big sensations. She was laughing uncontrollably. Tears streaked her face.

"That's right, Lisa," he teased. "I'M your Daddy."

He was unusually merciful with her during their tickle-play session. He didn't want to push her in her present state. He allowed her to calm down and catch her breath before looking once again into her eyes and grinning.

"Daddy says it's time to check your diaper," he told her, giving her a knowing look. "And you have no choice."

"Oh, please, Daddy," she said, returning the familiar facial expression. "Do you have to?"

"You must need a diaper change by now," he said. "Daddy changed you a couple of hours ago before your nap."

"Oh, Daddy, not now," she said to him as he lay her down on her back.

"Diaper time," he sang, holding her in his arms for a moment before letting her down. "Be still, Little One."

The association with the playful times they often had caused her to start producing a great deal of vaginal fluid.

"Daddy, no . . . ."

She trembled and squirmed as he unfolded her dry diaper.

"Be still," he told her in a calm but stern, paternal tone of voice. "Daddy sees that you're all wet."

"I can't," she said, smoothing the sole of her free foot against the bedsheet, shivering with pleasure.

[Guest diamondback688]

keep it going...

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Lisa was remembering vividly the first time she had ever seen Donald. She had become irritable - along with most everyone else at the airport - during the seemingly endless layover. It had been several hours since anyone had been able to take a shower, sleep in a bed, or take a simple drive in a car. Snow had been piling up all around. People were sleeping on the floor of the terminal with their carry-on bags as pillows. Lisa couldn't stand sitting there anymore. She found an abandoned gate, drew her beloved acoustic guitar from its case, and began to quietly play. It felt like slipping into a hot bath. She had been escaping into her practice session for several minutes when she sensed his presence, but kept playing through her piece anyway.

When she did look up, she lost grip of her instrument a little. He was smiling at her warmly, even from his brown eyes.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said softly. "I just really love your playing."

"W-well, thank you," she replied awkwardly. "I thought maybe I was bothering you or something."

"Quite the contrary," he said with a genuine smile.

His presence was making her feel weak. He was just her type - taller than her by a few inches, dressed in a tasteful three-piece suit, glowing with good health, and confident as he approached her. She could feel her face reddening.

"Would you care to join me for a coffee or a beer?" he asked. "Under these circumstances, I guess it really doesn't much matter which."

She laughed softly before agreeing. She was silently very taken with him.

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He pleasured her with his lips and tongue as she lay there on the hospital bed. Being somewhat restricted in her movements, she took great delight in the way he was gently taking control of her.

"Donald . . . ." she moaned softly, shivering and jerking a bit here and there.

"LISA . . . ." he replied, his eyes closed as he lifted his head for a brief moment.

She remebered the first time he had ever tickled her. They had been seeing each other for three months, and after a brief period of doubt on her part (in which he had ultimately convinced her of his valid interest in her), their mutual trust had grown significantly.

He had wrestled her down on her couch. He was mercilessly tickling her. She was a pretty wiry and slender lady, but was helpless against Donald and his medium build.

"Yes, Lisa," he teased, projecting his voice a bit. "You know who's in charge now, don't you, Little Lady?"

She couldn't reply, due to the fact that he was making her laugh.

"Who's gotcha' now?" he said persistently. "Who is it?"

He managed to avoid her squirming, protective movements, and tickled her even more vigorously.

"Who's your DADDY?" he demanded playfully. "Huh? Who's Your Daddy?"

"You are," she giggled.

"Say it," he said, releasing her from his grip for a moment.

"You're my Daddy," she said, smiling up at him.

He reached down and stroked her face with his fingertips. He settled down in between her legs. She was wearing a comfortably worn pair of blue jeans. He was dressed in one of his timelessly fashionable three-piece suits. She could feel his erection through his pants, and he could feel her vulva against his hard penis through her jeans. She wrapped her long legs around the back of his thighs.

"Would you let me call you BabyGirl?" he asked her, feeling a little shy.

"Yes," she grinned.

"Would you ever let me take you over for an evening?" he asked. "Spoil you rotten . . . "

"How?" she asked.

He cleared his throat.

"Lisa," he said, "I would like to undress you, bathe you, dry you, rub your back and your butt with baby oil, give you a talcum, and . . . . "

"What?" she said, feeling hopeful.

"I would very much like to dress you in cloth diapers," he admitted. "You don't have to go in them if you really don't want to."

"Y-you'd do that for me?" she asked.

"I would love to," he told her. "You are so adorable as it is."

"Oh, Daddy . . . ." she said, her eyes widening a bit.

"You've always wanted a man to diaper you," he said, "Haven't you?"

She just lay before him on the couch and blushed.

"And you've always been afraid to ask a man to diaper you, Huh, BabyGirl?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Well, then," he said, "ask me . . . ."

[Guest diamondback688]

i assume that this part was in the past?? very good read...keep it going...

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Donald didn't question why he had suspected Lisa to be his ideal submissive, even from the very first time he had looked upon her. He just trusted his observations and his instincts. She was a very good musician, which showed the fact that she could be devoted, focused, and passionate. At the same time, he could see that she was a little weakened by his presence, and that it brought an endearing and gentle smile to her face.

She had happily allowed him to slip her feet out of her black loafers. He left her white socks on. His fingers traced the back of her thighs as he removed her jeans and her silk boxers at the same time. The adrenaline intoxicated her.

"Daddy needs you to turn over," he told her. "He has to make sure you don't get uncomfortable if he can't get to your diaper in time. . . ."

She drew in a sharp breath before obeying him. He looked down at her backside, firm and round, and sighed with pleasure. He gave her a short neck massage and a kiss on the cheek. He poured a little baby oil into his palm and rubbed it all over her buttocks. She looked at the diaper changing supplies on his bedtable, including a short stack of coloured adult-sized disposables, and felt pleasantly captivated. The container of talcum powder was especially enticing to her. He noticed her gazing at it.

"Who's little butt needs to be diapered?" he asked triumphantly. "Perhaps the same little girl who needs to be smoothed all over with baby powder."

As he showered her bottom with the smooth and cool powder, she found it challenging to keep still. His palm would rub it against her periodically.

"Your bottom glows with oil," he told her, "and looks so enticing with a fresh talcum that I'll just have to turn you over and diaper you."

Before she could even think to reply, he had gently and quickly turned her over. She lay half-naked before him. She watched as he unfolded a thick diposable diaper and talcumed the inside lining of it for her. Suddenly he took her legs from beneath her knees, lifting her, and slipped the diaper underneath her. He let her down carefully and wrapped her snugly into her diaper. As he fastened the tabs into place, she squirmed with pleasure. She was moving around a little too much - it took a few tries and a little scolding on his part to get her diapered. Once she was, she felt quite nutured and somewhat controlled. She didn't want it to stop.

[Guest diamondback688]

i like it...keep it going...

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Donald got up from the bed to strip down to his grey tank top and striped boxers. When he turned towards the bed once again, he was halted by the sight of her for a moment.

"Exceptional," he said, his facial expression relaxed, kind, and glowing with appreciation.

She was wearing one of her white, v-neck tee-shirts, her white socks, and the bright white diaper he had just dressed her in. She had removed her braziere at the same time he had removed her shoes and jeans, and her medium-sized breasts were a litlle more evident than usual through her shirt. She had rolled over on her side and was holding one of the pillows close to her abdomen. Her generous amount of long brown hair was spread out over her pillow and shoulders from rolling around a bit, being tickled once again after her Daddy diapered her for the first time. It was raining heavily outside. The windows were about one-third the way open, and the air coming in was fresh, cool, and clean. She was very relaxed by it all - the scent of lilac wafting in from outside, the four big, soft pillows on his bed, the smooth, red earth-tone sheets and pillowcases, the dim lighting, and the talc on her skin.

He settled down next to her, taking her in his arms from behind. She snuggled back against him.

"I saw this picture a while back of this guy - maybe around your age - holding his diapered girlfriend in bed," he told her. "She was about the same age. He was definitely treasuring her, you could just tell, y'know? And I just felt envious of the whole scene."

"I'm sure I would have, too," she said.

"And I not only get the same opportunity," he said, giving her a squeeze, "but I get it with my spunky, younger wild-child."

She laughed tenderly with him. She was twenty-eight. He was fourty-two.

"I must admit, Donald," she said, "the age thing really does add nicely to all this."

"Completely," he agreed. "And you look even younger than you are."

"So I'm told," she shrugged. "You're rather vibrant, yourself. You make a nice Daddy."

"Oh, yeah?" he whispered in her ear, holding her a little more tightly and kissing her neck. "Tell me, do you like your diapers? You were very responsive to being put in them."

"Yes, very much," she replied. "I love this."

[Guest diamondback688]

another very good bit...keep it going...

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After their peaceful, rainfall-induced nap, she sat up and stretched her back muscles firmly. Donald had just come out of the bathroom.

"Time for your bath," he grinned. "It's already being drawn."

She could feel her vaginal walls parting as her loins tingled. He lay her down on her back and gently brought her legs closer to her body so he could kiss the back of her thighs. He began to unfasten the diaper tabs.

"Wait," she said softly, reaching up and putting her fingertips on his chest. "Would you wear your bathrobe? And your slippers? And put on your glasses, and smoke your pipe?"

A broad smile crept across his face.

"Sure," he replied. "Your traditional Daddy will be right back."

She almost couldn't take the sight of him, it was so stimulating. He looked very paternal to her.

"Okay," he said, surrounded by little clouds of sweet-smelling pipe tobacco. "Now Daddy takes over."

The tabs made a sharp zipping sound as they were separated from the outside of her diaper. As he unfolded it, it made a quiet crinkling sound that drove him a little bit crazy inside.

"What would you do, Little Girl, if your Daddy wasn't here to take care of your diapers?"

His words made her tremble happily. He left the front of her perfect Pampers replica sticking up in between her legs. He reached over and took an adult-sized cloth diaper from his bedtable. He left it folded and placed it at her hip.

"You're going to be right back in diapers after your bath, Young Lady," he teased. "After Daddy prepares you thoroughly, of course, because your skin is too beautiful for me to take any chances. Each and every time you are being diapered, it will take a while."

"I really, really hope so," she said, closing her eyes as he lifted her under the knees and took her disposable diaper out from underneath her.

[Guest diamondback688]

keep it going...

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All of the memories swimming in her head - and the way Donald was licking her harder as he massaged the back of her free thigh - made her "cum" majestically, even with her leg in a cast on a hospital bed. She pushed his head into her more deeply. He enjoyed the little surge of vaginal fluid that followed. He lay his head on her belly, smiling and exhaling deeply. They laughed together.

(more to come - just needed to give this one new attention and direction.)