paddedlittleparadise:Soft, clinging arms around my neck. The soft scent of baby powder perfuming the
paddedlittleparadise:Soft, clinging arms around my neck. The soft scent of baby powder perfuming the air. The quiet crinkle of my little girl’s fresh diapers as she nestles closer to me, her daddy. The sight of her tender body, innocently naked but for the clean white bulk around her rear. Her warm breath on my neck as she mews in quiet contentment… Such a wonderful sensory overload she brings to me…She’s deep in little space now - so deep that she no longer has words. “That’s okay,” I mentally whisper, my hands wandering gently over her petite frame, wordlessly communicating my love for her. She’s my baby right now, not the cheery and capable executive assistant that everyone else sees during the day. She’s my baby, and no one else’s.Sure, we have our games too. Like any good baby, she loves to play - and as befits a big baby, she loves to play some very big girl games too sometimes. We love make-believe of all kinds: that I’m a big bad villain who’s kidnapped her and sadistically watches her struggle in her bonds; that I’m a mad scientist gleefully brainwashing her into babyhood to find an elixir of youth; that she’s a shy little bedwetter whose old-fashioned stepfather is forcing back into diapers… Oh, we have fun; no one who’d hear her shrieks of pleasure or see the post-orgasmic glow on our faces would doubt that…But sometimes little babies are too tired and stressed for games. Sometimes all they need is to come home from work on a Friday evening and let everything melt away in their daddy’s embrace. At times like that, I carry her to our nursery, strip her gently, and watch her mind quietly, easily slip backward into infancy as I softly massage the cool baby lotion into her skin. I watch the unconscious smile of pleasure emerge as I tape one, then a second, and finally a third diaper around her; she knows now that she’s going to be in baby mode for a very long time indeed. And that liberates her mind and her body even more…I feel the stress and tension draining from her sweet body now as I hold her close. “Good baby,” I croon gently. “Daddy’s here… Daddy’s got you.” She mews again in wordless satisfaction, and I smile softly. “You’re home, baby. And everything’s going to be all right.”The shy smile that she hides in my shoulder is absolute perfection. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a sweet baby girl…but I’m never going to let her down. I’m her Daddy, after all.Image Credit: ABDreams.comPlease don’t remove my caption; if you do, may your next property tax assessment turn out very, very poorly for you. -- source link