Reluctant Redemption

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Rain poured steadily just beyond the windowsill. The air coming into Stacey's bedroom was just cool enough to make for comfortable conditions under the flannel sheets. It was after three in the morning, and she had slept right through her diaper change. He had taken care to move her very gently as he changed her. He had loved how angelic she looked as she lay sleeping on the table, especially as he put her in a new diaper. She seemed helpless and innocent as he dressed her in her plastic pants and her plaid pajama bottoms. He then gathered her up tenderly and cradled her in his arms for a moment, feeling quite protective of her.

She was still sleeping as she lay on her side, snuggling her pillow. He lay on his side, facing her, enjoying her presence. He was a little startled as her eyes blinked and opened.

"Daddy," she said softly, smiling and moving closer to him.

"Right here," he said warmly.

He smiled and laughed quietly as she hugged him, resting her head on his chest. He planted a firm kiss on top of her head and received her happily as she settled into his arms. She brought her leg up over his. He cuddled her and playfully imitated a wild animal growling. She laughed and moved up a little so she could look into his eyes.

"You're a very special little girl," he told her. "You make Daddy happier."

"Daddy makes me happy," she said, speaking tenderly, like a child.

"You must know that Daddy is always here," he said, "Even when he has to be Mister Decker."

"I know," she nodded.

"Even when he is escorting you from class to class," he continued. "Even as he handcuffs you to your desk. He will always be right there to retrieve you when class gets out."

"Okay," she said. "I get it."

"Good girl," he said. "We must refrain from holding hands when our wrists are handcuffed together during school days."

"I would think so," she replied, stretching.

"Smart girl," he said. "You must also be aware of the fact that you will be regarded as a more extreme case as I lead you around. Few students are 'cuffed. Other students may be intimidated by you just because you are under my immediate supervision. I administer discipline to a few different students, but it's usually sentencing them to a regular chore or temporary solitary confinement. Students don't like hearing my name in conjunction with theirs."

"I see," she said. "Wow."

"I will be strict with you in public," he informed her. "Not mean, but strict. You must obey me."

"Yes," she agreed.

"And then we can come home," he said, "and be like this together. I've never felt like this with anyone, Stacey, and I want to maintain that as we become more familiar with each other."

"Me, too," she said sweetly.

"And Mister Decker will be your babysitter," he said warmly. "He will see to it that your diapers are checked often."

"Mister Decker makes me happy, too," she said. "He's strict, but he cares."

"That's correct, Stacey," he smiled.

"I like the rain," she whispered, hugging him. "I like being with Daddy and the sound of the rain."

He once again took her close, loving the feel of her.

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Stacey's "inner child" was revealing herself increasingly as she felt safer and warmer in her new Daddy's presence. She watched gratefully as he cooked and drank coffee. He had made her a cup of equal amounts of coffee and hot chocolate. The caffeine, the warmth and the taste of chocolate made her very cheerful.

"Daddy likes to cook," she said in a childlike tone of voice, slurring her consonants in an endearing fashion. "He has eggs, and steak, and salt, and pepper, and butter. And coffee. And some bread."

Hans turned from the stove for a moment and smiled warmly at her. He loved to see her so carelessly happy. She was smiling back at him in a way that let him know she not only trusted him, but now expected his affection and attention. He recognized this immediately and went right to her. She laughed as he sqeezed her from behind and ever so gently gave her neck little playful bites. He whispered loving little phrases in Italian into her ear. They were the same phrases his "Mama" had nurtured him with as a small boy, especially at the kitchen table.

"I'm really lucky," she said, watching him grate some mozzerella cheese. "I get to have breakfast with my Daddy. I love Daddy's food."

"Well, it's a good thing," he teased. "You'll be stuck with it for a long time, Little One."

She enjoyed watching him prepare their meal, mostly because he was having so much fun doing so. He whistled little pieces of melodies, tilted his head back and forth with a careless kind of joy, and unintentionally demonstrated his humble, domestically inspired culinary skills. He reached into his refrigerator and pulled out a fairly wrinkled brown paper bag. He brought it over to her.

"From my garden," he beamed. "I had a good year."

The tomatoes and green bell peppers looked unsymmetrical and very natural. They felt quite firm to her touch.

"Wow!" she said. "Daddy grows veggies."

"Yes, he does," he said, gently squeezing her cheeks in one of his big hands. "Which he is sharing with his Little Girl."

He sprayed his little prizes with pesticide remover, rubbing the surface of each piece before rinsing it thoroughly under the faucet. She was then amazed at how quickly and efficiently he chopped up each one, creating near-perfect little squares for their omellettes.

"Daddy would like to see you eat just a little bit more than yesterday," he said. "Just a little bit more at a time. You need to eat a little more, Baby."

"I will eat a little more today," she nodded. "Daddy's food is good for that."

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Another good installment! I like the realism you have in the story ... growing vegetables etc. Give peas a chance eh! I'm going to get diapered and wait for the next installment.

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Hans had put Stacey down for another nap, which she welcomed. She needed a lot of rest, nurturing, nourishment, and laughter in order to be nursed back to health. She loved being tucked in as much as he loved doing it for her.

She awoke peacefully. She could hear him coming in through the front door, and loved hearing his whistling. She was happy to hear him coming right up the stairs. She pretended she was still asleep, even as he stroked her hair.

"Sleepy-head," he whispered. "You're just too cute."

He placed something beside her, and she couldn't resist opening her eyes.

"It's a tiger," she said softly, hugging the soft and furry toy. "Daddy got me a tiger."

"I saw him," he said, "and he just said your name. I'm glad you like him. I thought you would."

"He has green eyes," she said happily. "And he's a big tiger. He has stripes, and ears, and a tail."

"He likes to be held at night," Hans smiled. "And during nap-time."

Stacey held the stuffed animal close to herself, making Hans very happy. He then proceeded to empty a bag at her feet. There were different kinds of sweatpants and pajama bottoms piled before her. Some were sheeny and some were cotton. Some had white stripes going down the sides.

"Hey," she said, her eyes widening. "Are those for me?"

"You needed some comfy' clothes," he told her. "And some stuff to wear when we go hiking. Some of it is just for when I bring you home from school and take you out of your uniform. You definitely deserve to be comfortable."

She ran her fingers over the quality materials.

"They're all some shade of blue," she smiled. "They feel so nice and soft. Thank you, Daddy."

"You are most welcome," he said as he climbed up on the bed with her. "Time for Daddy to check your diaper."

Once again, she was quite wet. He wanted to get her out of the soggy diaper quickly, not knowing how long she had been laying in it. She was shackled at the ankles and wrists, which made the experience of having her diaper changed more enticing. She felt very naked as he cleaned her up, but it excited her a little. Having Daddy just above her, looking down, made her feel simultaneously quite humble and protected. The fact that he had just gifted her with items that would contribute to her happiness made her feel grateful as she was being put in a freshly talcumed diaper. He dressed her in a soft pair of navy blue sweats that complimented her lean figure. She was dry, giddy, and cozy.

"I need my Daddy," she said, her arms outstreched. "I want to be with my Daddy."

He immediately complied, hugging her and covering her cheeks and forehead with little kisses. He slipped his loafers off and let them drop to the floor.

"I need to be with my little girl," he sighed, a bit tired himself.

He unfastened all four of the shackles, hung them on the wall, and returned to her side.

"You make me so happy, Stacey. You are so adorable and sweet, I could just hold you for hours on end."

"Daddy . . . . " she said, grinning as he once again lay beside her.

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"Listen, Stace," said Hans. "I don't think too many people are there right now, but we're gonna' drop by the school for a bit. I don't want you getting culture shock tomorrow. Walk with me and feel my closeness, but don't hold my hand for a bit. I don't know where the cameras are, I just know that they're there."

She nodded, loving his youthful good looks.

"How old are you, Daddy?"

He smiled, not looking at her.

"Thirty-seven," he replied. "Twenty years older than his Baby Girl."

"I like that," she said softly. "You look younger, though."

"You do, huh?" he said, still smiling. "And when I'm fifty . . . . ?"

"I'll be thirty," she said. "And I won't have died from an overdose when I'm twenty, because of you."

He stood before her, a foot taller than her, looking into her eyes. He was a very well-proportioned man and had maintained his health faithfully. He did not possess a single wrinkle, nor a grey hair yet. His medium build showed through his clothes. She reached up and caressed his chest with her fingertips. He blinked gently, looking at her hand as it touched him.

"Come on, Little One," he said softly, handcuffing her wrist to his. "Let's go for a walk."

He showed her each classroom she would be sitting in the following day, telling her where each subject would be. They practiced having her sit at the first desk in each room, right by the door, and at each desk he artfully removed the handcuff from his wrist and fastened her in place.

"You will need to put on your street face," he explained. "The one you gave me when we first met. I don't want you scowling at your teachers, but I need you to look tough. Let's see it."

She assumed the facial expression she had first greeted him with.

"Good Girl," he said. "That's the one."

They proceeded toward his office. She noticed the display case she had been hurried past by the orderlies a couple of days before. He stopped with her and allowed her to look at it.

"I have a violin," she said shyly. "I used to play the violin."

"Would you like to play it again?" he asked. "Shall I send for it?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Wouldn't it bother you?"

"Stace," he sighed, "You have to stop that. Forget about what used to annoy your father, and think about what might make you happy. I'm more than happy to listen to you do something constructive, even if it isn't beautiful sometimes. Now, do you want me to send for your violin?"

"Please," she said, looking at her hiking shoes. "Yes."

"Alright, then," he said. "We have a very good instructor here."

He led her down the hall and unlocked the door to his office. He brought her through the second door that led to the area where the couch and the dressing table were.

"At the end of the day," he told her, "When he has finished helping you with your studies, Mr. Decker will have you lie down on the couch. He'll make sure you're comfortable, and you must talk with him. All of the things that need to be worked out - all the pain you feel inside - will be dealt with here. You can talk to him about anything you want. No secrets. No silence. No choice."

She nodded. "Can we please go, now?"

"Yes," he said. "Let's go home."

As soon as they got in the house, she hugged him, tears running down her face. He ran his fingers through her long hair.

"It's okay, Sweetheart," he said soothingly. "Can you see why Daddy wanted you to be ready for tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh," she sobbed quietly. "Would've been hard tomorrow."

He embraced her firmly as she pressed the side of her face against his chest.

"You're gonna' be just fine tomorrow," he said, a happy lilt in his voice. "You're a very good girl. Just remember that, and you'll do well. And think of the fact that when we come home after school, Daddy will be right here to hold you. And make your skinny butt something nice to eat."

Her sobbing turned to laughter. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her back.

"C'mon, DG," he said. "Daddy has to check you."

He took her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, laying her on the changing table.

"You're such a wonderful Little Girl," he grinned, leaning down and kissing her neck. She smiled at him, blushing as he untied her shoes. She found it impossible to look at him as he brought her pants down her legs, followed by her plastic pants. She rested the soles of her bare feet on the vinyl surface of the table as she watched him take the lid from the container of baby wipes. Her eyes closed as he unfastened the diaper tabs.

"Don't you be shy," he teased, removing her wet diaper. "It's only Daddy, and this is his job."

She was overwhelmed with pleasure as he rubbed the towellettes over her, turning her over to also wipe her backside. He rubbed her with baby lotion and gave her the usual thorough powdering. It was almost too much for her to bear as he stood above her, unfolding one of her thick, light blue, naptime diapers. She felt exhilerated and incredibly shy at the same time.

"What?" he said, laughing gently. "Daddy sees you, you know. You'd better be still while he diapers you, or you'll get spanked, you Naughty Girl."

Her body jerked a little as he dressed her in her diaper. He carried her over to her bed and tickled her mercilessly. She felt absolutely helpless and under his control. After a few minutes, he released her, laying down next to her and laughing with her. He rubbed her belly as she caught her breath. He went to the shelf where her diapers were stacked and took a pair of plastic pants from the pile. He returned to her and dressed her in them. She held her tiger close as he brought the bed coverings up over her.

"You've been through a lot this morning," he said tenderly. "You need some rest. I'm going to make us something for lunch, okay?"

He double-checked her diaper to make sure it wasn't too tight, and made certain that the covers were nice and loose around her body. She nestled her head into the pillow as he put a single shackle on her ankle. She had a little smile on her face as he kissed her right beside her lips.

"We still have most of the day together," he whispered. "Let's enjoy it."

"Yes," she said, stroking his nose and lips with her pointer just before falling fast asleep.

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Stacey awoke to the comfort of Hans sitting right beside her, rubbing his hand over the surface of her back. His old tee-shirt felt good being smoothed against her.

"You're still tired," he observed softly. "Poor Baby Girl. Daddy's right here with you."

"Daddy," she whispered. "I need my Daddy."

"I need my Little Girl," he said, smiling down at her. "I need you so much, you don't even know."

She paused for a moment, her scalp, back, and neck tingling.

"Could I at least take a guess?" she replied softly.

He laughed.

"Aww, Stace . . . . "

"Daddy, I feel so good right now. That feels so good . . . "

"Daddy likes to make you feel good."

She cuddled his thigh as he continued to rub her back.

"You look so adorable," he told her. "Lying there, with your tiger, in diapers, half-asleep. Knowing that your Daddy is here to tend to your every need. One time, you told me you were wet. Daddy thinks it's cute when you tell him these things. Tell Daddy."

"I will," she said. "I'm not wet now, though."

"I know," he said. "I can tell from your position."

"You can?" she said.

"Yes," he smiled. "Daddy still wants to be told, though."

She was delighted by the fact that he swiftly drew back her covers, unfastened the diaper tabs, and exposed her. He showered her with baby powder and rubbed it over the surface of her skin before re-fastening her diaper around her hips.

"You are completely dependent on me," he grinned, whispering into her ear. "And Mr. Decker. Though he might make you a little shy when you have wet your diapers, he cares just as much as I do. Beyond the early morning, he will change your diapers rather routinely. Just be relaxed."

"Okay," she agreed. "I get it."

"Good Girl," he said. "Turn over on your tummy so I can massage you to sleep. Then we'll have a late lunch together when you wake up."

"Daddy . . . "

"I know," he said, his chest feeling warm and his tearducts feeling sensitive as he gazed upon her innocent-looking expression and her beautiful figure.

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Hans seated Stacey at the kitchen table. She picked up the glass of unfamiliar-looking liquid, knowing that it would taste good. She trusted him.

"What is this, Daddy?" she asked in a child-like tone of voice. "It's sweet."

"That's one of my absolute favourites," he replied. "Carrot juice. It's a real treat, as far as I'm concerned."

"It reminds me of Strawberry-Quik," she said. "But it tastes like it's better than that."

"It is, Baby," he said. "It's so good for you. And I made it fresh. There's more where that came from, Honey."

"I like carrot juice," she said. "I like how Daddy is nice to me."

He went right to her, kneeling before her and rubbing his hands over her thighs.

"Stacey, you are an angel. You have blessed my life in ways you are not aware of."

"One of your names is Angelo," she said, her voice still child-like. "You're the angel."

He held her tightly at the waist. She stroked his coarse, dark-brown hair.

"YOU'RE the angel," he said. "You're my little Cupid. You're my angel."

"You're my Daddy," she said.

"Listen," he said, chuckling. "Do you like grilled cheese? You slept for a while, and I didn't want anything to get cold. You're probably pretty hungry by now, and I can make you a grilled cheese sandwich fairly quickly. With a big slice of Daddy's home-grown tomato. What do you think, Sweetie?"

"I like tomatoes," she said softly. "I really like Daddy's food."

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Stacey lay before Hans on top of the cloth diaper he had rolled her over on top of, opening a new container of talcum powder for her.

"Somebody's looking kind of shy," he smiled. "Daddy's Little One knows she's about to be diapered. But not before Daddy says she's ready."

She was only in one of his old tee-shirts, besides the diaper underneath her backside. He had rubbed her all over from the waist down with baby oil, and had powdered her diaper.

"I hope you don't mind me just looking at you for a moment," he said. "You will soon be given a talcum and diapered by Daddy."

He rubbed her flat belly. She felt very subservient, but also very well cared for.

"You are a shy Little Girl sometimes," he told her. "Sometimes, you need Daddy to show you why you need not be. After you have been through enough little, wet diapers - after Daddy has changed you again and again - you will get used to it all. I just can't take any chances with my Baby Girl. Heroin is a powerful, life-threatening thing. So just be still."

She turned her head aside as he sprinkled the cool, white stuff on her and rubbed it over her skin. As he fastened the safety pins into place, she squirmed a little.

"There we are," he said tenderly. "All ready for your plastic panties."

She was in a unique kind of ecstacy as he dressed her. She smiled up at her big, strong, handsome Daddy.

"Yes," he said kindly. "Good Little Girl. Daddy's keeping a close eye on you, so you can't misbehave. After all, this is your life we're talking about. Daddy won't ever let you back out on the street."

He cradled her in his arms. He loved the way she looked in just a white tee-shirt, a thick, white cloth diaper, and the accompanying white plastic pants. He swayed gently with her, looking into her big, innocent-looking blue eyes.

"I love taking care of my Baby," he said openly. "She needs lots of attention, I can tell."

"From my Daddy," she added.

"Yes," he said sweetly, kissing her cheek. "From your Daddy."

He carried her over to the couch. He lay himself down and carefully lay her down in front of him, holding her back against his chest. He shared the pillow with her and handed her the remote control.

"Find something fun," he told her. "Something we can relax in front of."

"I'm sleepy, Daddy," she admitted.

"Then find something you can fall asleep in front of, My Dear."

He laughed softly as she nestled back against him, having just turned on the television. He cuddled her as she dozed off under his touch.

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I like the storyline ... can't wait for the next part!

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Stacey woke up on top of Hans, who had his arms wrapped around her. She made an attempt to get up, but his grip prevented her. She looked at him and found that he was grinning at her teasingly.

"Where do you think you're going?" he joked, burying his fingers in her hair.

"I'm kind of cold, Daddy," she told him, a bit of a whine in her voice.

"You are, huh?" he said tenderly. "You need Daddy to dress you a little more?"

"Yes," she said, pouting a little.

He groaned and stretched as she got up from his pleasingly fit body. He rose from the couch and took her in his arms. She felt quite spoiled as he carried her into her bedroom, lay her on her bed, and pulled a sock on each of her feet. He pulled a new pair of plaid, flannel pajama bottoms up over her pelvis and legs. He dressed her in one of his old sweaters.

"How's that, Sweetheart?" he said, laying himself down beside her.

"I like Daddy's old sweater," she said, speaking like a child. "I like the stripes."

"Like your tiger," he said. "A Little Cuddly One in stripes."

She growled at him playfully. He growled quietly back, grinning. They gazed into each others' eyes. She took him by surprise, turning him on his belly and straddling his lower back. He breathed in deeply as she gave him a backrub. He couldn't resist accepting it.

"Baby," he said. "You have no idea how long it's been since anyone did this for me."

"This is for my Daddy," she said lovingly. "I wanna' give something back."

He moaned with pleasure, her grip being very effective. Waves of circulation ran through his entire body as he temporarily surrendered his control of her. After a good twenty minutes, to prevent himself from falling asleep, he rolled over on his side and brought her down next to himself.

"That was amazing," he said, caressing her face. "Thank you, My Dear."

"You're Welcome," she said. "You needed it."

"You think?" he smiled. "Was that good for Daddy?"

They laughed together as he brought her smaller figure on top of his once again. He smoothed his hands all over her. He reached under her pajamas, checking her backside with his pointer. Finding her dry, he patted the outside of her diaper. He loved the way the cloth felt on her. She enjoyed it, as well.

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