The Date 

Part 1 The Invitation 
Okay, okay...what was I going to wear?? I still can't 
believe that Danny 
asked me out! I mean, he was soo...he made me 
feel...well...I don't even 
know what I feel about him right now. So, okay, I 
don't have a whole lot 
of experience in this sort of thing. Growing up in 
private schools, and 
all-girl colleges may give one an excellent 
education, but it doesn't 
exactly prepare one for life. Not that I've ever had 
much time to date 
anyway. Working and paying bills for my mother, God 
rest her soul, never 
allowed me any time to myself. But there were other 
men who asked me out. 
I wonder why they never interested me? Maybe I had 
been waiting on Danny 
all this time. Ever since I first met him, he 
affected me like no one else 
ever had. Maybe it was the way he made me feel so 
special and protected 
somehow. I don't really understand it. All I know is 
that I want to make 
a really nice impression on him today, when I meet 
him for lunch at that 
new restaurant. 
The floral print?? No, it's still too cold. The 
leather miniskirt that my 
old roommate left me? No, no, no, that is way too 
trashy for someone like 
Danny. Here we go...this denim dress. It's kind of 
tight, but it looks 
nice, too. I can wear my flats with it, and it will 
look casual-nice...not 
too dressy and not too laid-back, either. I can put 
little barrettes on 
either side of my hair to give it a nice and neat 
look, too. Okay, a bit 
of make-up...soft pink blush to bring out my color, a 
bit of lip gloss for 
shine...and a spray of light scent to make me smell 
nice. Oh, I wish my 
mother were here to tell me if I look okay or not. 
Even a close girlfriend 
would be helpful, but they all seemed to move on with 
their lives, and we 
lost touch. Well, it is the best I can achieve. I 
just wish I didn't have 
such a "little-girl" look still...I bet Danny is used 
to women with much 
more experience and poise than I. 
I wonder why he wanted me to meet him at the 
restaurant instead of 
picking me up like a date? Maybe he doesn't want it 
to be a "date"? Maybe 
he was just suggesting we eat lunch together to talk 
about work? Have I 
goofed up on the job already?? No, that can't be it. 
Everybody says I'm 
doing a great job. Even Danny says so. Maybe he's 
married? No, I already 
peeked in his files and he's not. Maybe he knows I 
like him, but he has a 
girlfriend already? 
----------------------------------------------- 
I'd been checking her out ever since she started 
working for my company. 
There was something about her that turned me on more 
than I've ever felt 
before. It was more than her looks, although she was 
really cute. She was 
petite, barely 5 ft. tall, but with the body of a 
beautiful woman. Her 
hair was a soft blonde, kind of wavy and down to her 
shoulders. She had 
the biggest, bluest eyes, and the softest looking 
lips, I'd ever seen. But 
it was more than her adorable looks that got to me. 
She was smart, no doubt about that. Actually, she was 
the most competent 
person to come into our office in years. She had the 
whole place organized 
and running so smoothly, that we had all almost 
forgotten how chaotic it 
had been. And she was pleasant to be around, too; not 
at all a pushy, 
demanding go-getter. Yet, when she asked someone to 
do something, they 
inevitably would jump. Maybe it was the way she had 
of looking so 
vulnerable all the time. All of the guys in the 
office would kill for her, 
or for a chance to have at her. But so far, she had 
met every one of their 
invitations, with a firm, "No, thank you." I had 
already checked her files 
and I knew she wasn't married. I wondered if she was 
living with someone, 
though. 
She seemed to like me, though. Maybe because I made 
her laugh. Well, it 
was more of a giggle, but I loved it. She would look 
so delighted at the 
smallest things. I got to where I'd stop by her desk 
each morning, and 
tell her a joke, or sometimes bring her a doughnut or 
some little thing. 
Her eyes would light up and almost dance, and she 
would blush and giggle 
like a schoolgirl. It was such a turn-on. Ifinally 
decided I would join 
the rest of the throng, and venture to ask her out. 
The worse she would 
do, would be to say no, right? 
I came into the office and went straight up to her 
desk, where she was busy 
with the morning's correspondence. I had my hands 
behind my back, and 
cleared my throat in an obvious way. She looked up, 
and her expression 
immediately brightened upon seeing the mischief in my 
face. "What are you 
doing?" She asked with a giggle in her voice. 
"Waiting to surprise you." 
I told her. "What do you have?" "What makes you think 
I have anything?" 
Cripes, I love to tease her. "You're hiding something 
behind your back", 
she pointed out. By now she was trying to look behind 
me to see if she 
could get a glimpse of whatever I was hiding from 
her. She looked like a 
little girl, anxious to get a birthday gift she knows 
is coming. I felt a 
hard-on growing. "Maybe it's not for you," I told 
her. 
Her face fell as she digested this information. 
"Oh. Sorry." 
I hated to see her look so sad. "No, here. It IS for 
you," I told her, 
and handed her a small wrapped box. Inside was a 
little teddy bear, only 4 
inches high, with a baby bonnet on and a diaper that 
said BABY. 
"Awww.....he is soooo cute!!" she cooed. Then she 
flashed me that huge 
smile that melts me to my toes. My hard-on was 
killing me now. 
"How about going out to lunch with me on Saturday?" I 
figured if I just 
came right out with it, the rejection might not sting 
so bad. To my 
absolute shock, she shined her smile on me again and 
said, "I'd love to!" 
Then she blushed and turned her face back to the baby 
bear. 
I could not believe my luck! I also couldn't wait 
until Saturday. I had 
plans for her, but I needed all the time I could, to 
put them together. 
I watched her as she came in the door. She looked 
nervous and shy, which 
turned me on. Then she saw me, and her face lit up. 
Wow, she was a cutie 
when she smiled! 
I beckoned her over, and stood so that she could slid 
into the booth beside 
me. The waitress had been alerted, and quickly came 
over to ask if we 
wanted anything to drink. 
"We're you nervous meeting me?" I asked her. 
"Yes," she answered truthfully. 
"How about a drink to calm you down?" I suggested. 
"I never really drank that much before. I don't know 
what to order." She 
looked at me so trustingly, I felt my hard-on grow 
again. 
"Do you like iced tea?" I asked. At her nod, I told 
the waitress to bring 
us a Long Island Iced Tea and a scotch on the rocks. 
As the waitress left, I turned my full attention to 
her. She looked 
great, and I told her so. She blushed then, and I 
could feel the heat 
rising. When I asked if she had ever been here 
before, she told me she 
didn't get out much. I couldn't resist giving her a 
hug then, and it soon 
turned into a kiss, which rapidly grew into something 
electric, until we 
heard the waitress return with our drinks. 
We pulled away a bit, but I could see her face was 
flushed and she was 
breathing harder. She looked down at the table and 
fidgeted with her hands. 
"Here, drink this," I told her. 
After a tentative sip, she brightened up, "This 
tastes just like tea. 
What's in it?" 
"Oh, a little of this and a little of that." 
"It's very good," she said, and she took a longer 
drink. Being nervous 
must make her thirsty, I was chuckling to myself. 
"How about we order the soup first, and then see what 
else we'd like?" I 
suggested. 
She seemed to get shy again, but was trying to cover 
it up. "That'll be 
fine. If you've been here before, maybe you can 
suggest something." 
I motioned the waitress back, and ordered us two 
soups, then I reached for 
her and held her close and kissed her again. I was 
amazed at how willingly 
and passionately she responded. As I kissed her, I 
could feel her breasts 
pressing against my chest. I rubbed her back and 
slowly moved my hand 
closer, until I was stroking the underside of her 
breast with my thumb. I 
could feel her stiffen, but I pulled her closer, and 
kissed her deeper. 
Her sigh rippled in my mouth. I grasped at her full 
breast and flicked my 
thumb over her swollen nipple. She gasped against my 
mouth, and I pulled 
back and kissed her throat. 
Just then the waitress returned, and I could tell by 
the gleam in her eye, 
that she had been watching for some time. Kelly was 
blushing and looking 
anywhere but at the waitress. As soon as the waitress 
left, with a wink in 
my direction, I asked Kelly if she'd like to try some 
of both of our soups. 
Looking as though someone had thrown her a lifeline, 
she quickly clutched 
at the chance of a new and safer subject; anything, I 
knew, than to discuss 
the fact that she had been thoroughly kissed. 
I scooped up some of the first bowl and went to offer 
it to her, 
"accidently" spilling some on the front of her dress. 
As she tasted it, I 
said, "I see next time I feed you, I will have to put 
a bib on you." 
She giggled again at my "joke" and said, "It looks 
that way, doesn't it?" 
As I gave her the second spoonful, I made sure that 
she bumped my hand, and 
I, again, "accidently" spilled more. I looked at her 
sternly, and she put 
her hands back in her lap and held her mouth open for 
me. Her eyes were 
dancing, though, and I knew she thought I was 
playing. I guess in a way I 
was, but I was also getting more turned on than I 
ever dreamed. 
I encouraged her to drink some more, "to wash it all 
down". Then I kissed 
her again. She melted into my arms, and this time I 
allowed my hand to 
ride up her leg under her dress. I could feel the 
softness of her thighs 
as I climbed higher. Soon, I was cupping her 
ass-checks with my hand. I 
moved my hand between her legs, and I could feel her 
getting wetter and 
hotter. All of this time she seemed to be struggling 
with both me and 
herself. I knew she wasn't the type to allow a man to 
fondle her, much 
less in a public place. Yet, I sensed that she had 
never felt as excited 
as she did then, either. I kept whispering in her 
mouth, things like, 
"It's okay, Baby." "It feels so good, Baby." 
Just when I thought she was wet enough, I broke off 
the kiss. She 
immediately grabbed for her drink and took a long 
gulp. Then I whispered 
to her, "You are so hot and wet, Baby." 
She just nodded her head and kept drinking. She 
looked so cute 
concentrating on her drink and straw that. She looked 
nervous and upset, 
too. 
"I hope no one notices the wet spot you're going to 
get on your dress when 
that hot pussy juice seeps through." I continued. 
Startled eyes flashed at me. I could read her mind so 
easily. Before she 
could even begin to question, I snapped my fingers. 
"Hey, I've got an 
idea!" I looked her up and down. "Yes, it just might 
work. Come out to 
the car with me a second." 
I took her hand and practically pulled her out of the 
restaurant, telling 
the waitress on our way that we'd be right back. The 
waitress just grinned 
and gave me a thumb's up sign. 
Out in my car, I opened the passenger's side door, 
and began rummaging 
through some of the many boxes I had piled up on the 
back seat. I looked 
over my shoulder at Kelly, and offered by way of 
explanation, that I had 
been helping my sister move some of her stuff out of 
my apartment. Then I 
produced what I had been looking for... a pair of 
little girl training 
pants. They were almost as thick as a diaper, but the 
kind you pull on 
like big-girl panties. These also had little baby 
prints on them, too. 
Kelly looked on in horror. "W..what is that for?" She 
finally stammered 
out. "For you to wear," I told her. "You got your 
grown-up, ladies 
panties all wet, right? And you don't want people to 
see the wet spot, now 
do you?" She looked really nervous now, as she 
glanced around the parking 
lot to see if anyone could see me holding up the 
training pants. The 
parking lot area I had parked in was deserted, which 
was why I had parked 
there in the first place. "Come on," I urged her. "No 
one's watching. 
Quickly now, before someone comes. Take of your wet 
panties, and slip 
these on." 
She looked around again, then quickly reached up 
under her dress to slid 
the panties off. She almost lost her balance a time 
or two, and I realized 
that she probably had never drank before, and that 
Long Island Iced Tea was 
hitting her pretty hard. She didn't seem to know what 
to do with them, 
once they were off, so I took them from her as I 
handed her the training 
pants. Once more, she seemed to have trouble 
balancing, so this time I 
pushed her hands out of the way, and just as one 
would a child, I put her 
panties on her and pulled them up into place. Then I 
patted her on the ass. 
"How do they feel?" I asked. 
"They feel kinda tight," she said, "and very funny 
between my legs. Kinda 
bulky." 
"Let me see," I suggested. "Pull your dress up and 
let me see your 
big-girl training pants." I was using my "talking to 
a little child" voice, 
and it seemed to have a strange effect on her. She 
looked even more little 
girlish, and then, to my surprise, she lifted up her 
dress and showed me. 
She reminded me very much of my niece when she was 
two, and was always 
lifting up the front of her dress. But then Kelly 
pushed the front of her 
dress back down. 
I smiled at her and took her hand and led her back to 
the restaurant. 
"Good girl" I told her. "Now you have nice dry 
panties again." She 
blushed furiously, and I could tell that she felt 
awkward walking back into 
the restaurant with the thick training pants between 
her legs. 
I told the waitress on the way to our table that we 
wanted another round, 
but I was thinking to myself, This is gonna be a 
piece of cake. Just wait 
until I implement Phase II of my plan. 

Phase II 
Everybody is watching me, I kept thinking as I made 
my way back to the 
table. Danny was holding my hand and almost pulling 
me along like a small 
child, and I felt that way, too, with the bulge 
between my legs. I felt 
naughty, too, like I had done a bad thing. But, Danny 
really hadn't seemed 
angry with me. I watched him walking ahead of me, so 
in control of 
everything. He seemed taller somehow...bigger. 
He paused to say something to the waitress and then 
he was making way for 
me to slide into the booth. I really felt the 
thickness as I tried to 
maneuver into the corner. I felt so shy all of a 
sudden. It hit me what I 
had done...I had just changed my underwear in front 
of a man on a first 
date! I was shocked at myself. Not that these 
training pants really 
counted as "underwear", not the kind that turned men 
on, anyway. Not that 
I'd ever heard about. Men liked women in silky, lacy 
little wispy things. 
I blushed again to think that Danny knew I was 
wearing little girl training 
pants. 
Danny leaned towards me and offered me my drink. I 
looked at him 
gratefully, because I really was feeling embarrassed 
just then. He smiled 
at me and teasingly told me to "drink up like a big 
girl". He was so sweet 
to try to make me feel better. The drink did make me 
feel more relaxed. I 
was able to smile back at him. I don't know why I 
keep getting these funny 
flutters in my stomach whenever he talks to me that 
way, though. I should 
be annoyed, but I like it. Then he was kissing me 
again. Oh my word, but 
he thrills me when he kisses me! I haven't had very 
much experience in 
kissing, but when Danny takes me in his arms, I seem 
to melt. Once again, 
I could feel his hand creeping up my leg, but it felt 
so good and so right, 
I didn't want to stop him. I felt a deep need growing 
inside of me, for 
more...but I wasn't sure what "more of" I wanted. His 
hand again came to 
my pants...the thicker ones now. I tried to draw 
back, because I was once 
again reminded that I wasn't wearing something sexy, 
but he drew me closer, 
and his hand went higher still, under the pants, 
until he was touching my 
very most private place. Suddenly, I wanted him to go 
deeper. I heard a 
soft moan and realized it was coming from me. Danny 
just deepened our 
kiss, and I could feel him thrusting his fingers deep 
into me. I almost 
cried out, but it was muffled by his mouth. His other 
hand held me close 
to him, and I felt totally consumed by feelings I had 
never experienced 
before. 
"Ahem. Excuse me." Oh no, it was the waitress, bring 
us more drinks. I 
could tell by her smirk, that she didn't think very 
much of me, allowing myself to be fondled in a public 
place. I drew back as quickly as I could, but I 
could tell that my face was red and guilt-ridden. I 
could hear Danny 
chuckling, and soon the waitress left. I reached for 
one of the drinks 
and, in my haste, I knocked over one of them. There 
was a mad scramble to 
right it, and try to still the liquid that was 
pouring off of the other 
side of the table. I felt even more embarrassed, and 
I also felt foolish, 
and gauche. How he must regret going out with me, I 
thought. After, we 
got things straightened out a bit, and I apologized 
so many times that 
Danny finally told me to quit, he gently took me in 
his arms again. 
"You're nervous, aren't you?" He asked me. 
"Yes, very" I answered truthfully. 
"Maybe being out here, in such a public place isn't 
helping you", he 
suggested. "Maybe you could relax more at my house. I 
have some great 
food I can fix in no time, and you won't feel so 
self-conscious". 
At that point, I was more than willing to leave all 
of my embarrassing 
mistakes behind. Not to mention, getting away from 
the watchful and 
all-too-knowing eyes of the waitress. 
Before we left, he asked if I wanted the other drink 
"to go". Thinking it 
might help me calm down more, I agreed, so he quickly 
settled the bill, and 
got my drink in a plastic cup. 
When we got to the car, this time Danny seemed 
embarrassed. 
"You'll have to sit on the booster car seat," he told 
me. "The trunk is 
full, or I'd move it there. And you can see I can't 
fit it in the back 
seat at all." 
I eyed the seat warily. "I don't know if I can fit." 
"Go ahead and try it. I think you can. And it's just 
until we get to my 
place." 
I sat down in the booster seat, surprised that I fit 
in it as well as I 
did. I knew I was small, but still... I felt a 
strange feeling come over 
me as I sat there. I felt very small 
and...well...little. As Danny put 
the seat belt on me, I had an ever stronger feeling 
of helplessness. I had 
to squeeze my legs together, because I suddenly felt 
like I had to use the 
bathroom. I was going to suggest that I get out and 
go back inside to use 
the restroom, but he was walking around to the other 
side. He got 
something out of the back seat, and then he handed me 
a little child's 
sippy cup, the kind with the snap on lid. Before I 
could object, he said, 
"You spilled a drink inside, didn't you?" I just 
looked at him, wondering 
what he meant to do. "Well, I don't want you to spill 
your drink in my 
car. We may be going over some bumps, so you can 
drink safely from this." 
I took the cup mutely, not knowing what to say. It 
WAS true that I had 
knocked over a drink, although I'm not quite sure how 
it happened. I 
didn't want to make a bigger mess of things than I 
was sure I already had. 
Before he started the car, he looked at my downcast 
expression and seemed 
to suddenly remember something. 
"Hey Kelly!" He almost shouted. "I have a present for 
you!" 
He reached behind the seat, and pulled a large box to 
the front. It was 
tied with a huge pink bow. I had thought it was 
something for his niece. 
I took the box hesitantly. It looked like the kind of 
boxes that one gets 
long-stemmed roses in, but larger. I handed my 
toddler cup to Danny, and 
quickly ripped off the ribbons and the top. There 
inside, was the largest, 
prettiest, softest-looking baby doll I had ever seen. 
Did Danny know I had 
never had a real doll before? That my parents had 
always been disapproving 
of any kind of make-believe and play? Had I ever told 
him I had always 
dreamed of a doll like this? I didn't think so, but 
yet... 
"Oh Danny," I told him, "She's perfect! Absolutely 
beautiful!" I was 
fingering the lace on her baby bonnet, when Danny 
asked me to take her out 
of the box and hold her. I glanced at him to see if 
he was making fun of 
me, but all I saw was encouragement. 
I reverently lifted her up, and cradled her in my 
arms. A feeling of such 
peace enveloped me, as I looked at the doll in my 
arms. Danny handed me 
back my cup and started the car. I felt like a little 
girl sitting there 
in my training pants, in a carseat, drinking from a 
sippy cup and holding 
my doll. But I started rocking my baby-doll in my 
arms anyway. Or maybe I 
was fidgeting because I realized that I had to go to 
the bathroom. I asked 
him if it was going to be much longer to get to his 
place, and he said, 
"Not really." So I tried to concentrate on my doll. 
But it seemed that the 
more I held her, the more I had to go. 
After what seemed an eternity, we pulled into his 
apartment building 
parking lot. Even though there was no one around I 
felt foolish getting 
out of the car, carrying my giant doll and my toddler 
cup. Danny said he 
had to bring his sister's diaper bag in, and that 
made me feel even more 
little. He came around and took my hand and he led me 
into his building. 
"Do you like your Dolly?" He asked as he unlocked his 
apartment. "Oh, 
yes," I told him. "She's so 'pecial." My voice 
sounded so childish even 
to my own ears, yet I couldn't seem to stop it. 
"She's the bestest dolly 
in the whole world! Thank you, Danny." I looked up at 
him as we walked 
into his apartment. He was smiling such a sweet smile 
at me, like he was 
very pleased. I was so glad I made him proud of me. I 
gave him my biggest 
smile back. 
----------------------------------------------------- 
When we entered the apartment, I could tell that 
Kelly had to use the 
bathroom pretty badly by this point. She was almost 
hopping up and down. 
She tried to get past me to head towards the open 
bathroom door, but I took 
her in my arms and began kissing her senseless. She 
responded as I knew 
she would. Then she went to wrap her arms around my 
neck, but she dropped 
her cup on the floor, which caused the top to pop 
off. Drink spilled 
everywhere, and I acted upset. 
"You dropped your sippy cup, and made a mess!" I 
practically yelled at her. 
She looked so guilty and sad, tears even welled up in 
her eyes. 
"It's okay," I soothed her. "I know you didn't mean 
to." 
She still just looked at me with those big blue 
watery eyes. I scooped her 
up in my arms and carried her over to the bench by 
the front door. I was 
surprised by how tiny she seemed in my arms. I sat 
down with her on my lap 
and I began tickling her. Her sad face soon was 
wreathed in smiles, and 
her giggles filled the room. I almost felt bad about 
what I knew would 
happen next. 
Her squirming and struggling increased as I kept up 
the tickles, until at 
last I felt the wetness on my lap. I waited a moment 
more, to make sure 
she was aware of it, then I pretended shock. 
"Did you just wet your pants on me??" 
"I I didn't mean to," she stammered out. "It was an 
accident." 
"Babies have accidents. Naughty little girls have 
accidents. Great big 
grown up ladies never go pee-pee in their pants." I 
told her in my stern 
voice. "And you went all over my good pants, too!" 
She started crying then. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean 
to." Over and over, 
she just kept repeating that. 
I stood up then and took her hand. I reached down and 
picked up her doll 
where it had dropped before, and I led her into the 
bathroom. "Come on 
then. I guess I'll have to get you cleaned up." 
Once inside the bathroom, I began running the water 
in the huge tub, which 
was one of the luxuries I loved about my two-bedroom 
apartment. Then I 
went to where she was just standing there, holding 
her doll in her arms. 
She looked like a sad, little girl, and I could feel 
a heat rising from the 
sight of her. I sat on the toilet seat, and pulled 
her over to stand in 
front of me. Then I began to undress her just as one 
would a little child. 
Ironically, she put up no resistance as I pulled her 
dress over her head, 
and then removed her slip. She was now standing in 
front of me wearing 
just her bra, sandals and her very wet training 
pants. "I just don't know 
about a big girl like you going pee-pee in her 
panties," I scolded her. 
"First you got your grown-up panties all wet. Didn't 
you? Well? Didn't 
you wet your big panties at the restaurant?" 
"Uh-huh," she whispered. 
"What does 'uh-huh' mean?" I demanded. She glanced at 
me quickly then 
lowered her eyes again. "I gotmy big panties wet." 
"Give me your foot so I can take your sandals off," I 
ordered." Then I get 
you little girl training pants, didn't I? Other 
foot..." 
She just kept her head lowered and did as I commanded 
her. 
"But you wet them just like a baby, didn't you?" I 
asked her. 
"N..n..no," she whispered hesitantly. 
"Then you must be a very naughty little girl," I told 
her. 
"I'm not a naughty little girl." 
I was taking off her bra, and she had to move her 
arms so I could slip it 
off. She was hesitating, and I could tell she was 
embarrassed and upset 
and scared. 
"You are either a naughty little girl or you are a 
baby who still pees her 
pants," I informed her. 
"I not a baby," she said, as her lower lip thrust out 
further, and tears 
spilled over. Now she was standing in front of me 
wearing only her wet 
training pants. 
I grabbed her quickly and pulled her over my knee. 
The wet pants were 
pulled off of her butt, and I began spanking her wet 
little bottom with my 
hand. She was totally and completely taken off-guard. 
"Bad, bad little girl!" I told her as I rained swats 
on her upturned 
cheeks. "Naughty girl to pee-pee your panties. I have 
to treat you like a 
Daddy would, and give you spankings so you don't go 
pee-pee any more." 
She tried to cover her bare butt with her hand, but I 
grabbed it and pinned 
it to her back. More spankings followed. 
"Daddy is going to have to clean both of us up, 
because you were so naughty 
and went pee-pee on Daddy's lap, didn't you? Didn't 
you??" 
"Uh-huh," she choked between cries. 
"What?" I demanded. 
"I pee-peed on your lap," she finally managed. 
Swat! "On where?" I asked again. 
"I went pee-pee on D..d..addy's lap," she spluttered. 
"And who goes pee-pee?" I asked her again. 
She began crying harder. "I not a naughty little 
girl," she told me. "It 
was an accident." 
I stopped the spankings then. I sat her up on my 
knee, and held her, 
gently rocking her as one would a child. She was 
spluttering and crying 
still, so I reached over and got a tissue. I wiped 
her face than then held 
it to her nose and told her to blow. She looked at me 
with those big eyes, 
and obeyed without a word. Then I held her for a bit, 
as I gently told 
her, "Daddy knows that little girls have accidents. 
Daddy just has to help 
you not to go pee-pee in your panties anymore. Daddy 
doesn't like having 
to spank his little girl. Daddy loves his little girl 
very much." 
"You do??" She asked me. 
"Yes I do," I told her solemnly. "I really do." And 
in that moment, I 
knew it was true. 
"Now you have to go stand in the corner now, while 
Daddy finishes getting 
his Baby-girl's bath ready." 
"Otay," she said as she slid off my lap. She started 
to pull up her wet 
pants, but I stopped her. 
"No no no. Daddy wants you to leave them just as they 
are, so you can 
think about how you pee-peed them, and had to get a 
spanking." 
She stood in the corner, and started crying again. 
"Hush that noise now," I told her, but she just 
started crying harder. I 
went to the cabinet in the bathroom, and pulled out a 
very large pacifier. 
I went over to where she stood facing the wall, and 
using a long pink 
ribbon, I threaded it through the pacifier and tied 
it around her head, 
with the pacified stuck in her mouth. 
"If you are going to make noises like a baby, Daddy 
will hush you up like 
a baby," I explained to her. She shuddered a sob, and 
then pointed behind 
me. I looked over and saw her Dolly abandoned on the 
floor. I picked it 
up and handed it to her, and watched as she hugged it 
to her. I patted her 
red bottom as she turned back to face the wall. "Good 
girl. That's 
Daddy's good like girl, now." 
I went over and shut the water off in the tub, and 
added some baby bath to 
the water. The scent filled the room, and I breathed 
deep. Then I heard a 
sound from the corner and turned to see, as Kelly was 
trying unsuccessfully 
to not pee again. Unfortunately for her, the puddle 
at her feet gave her 
away, and I knew my plan was a dream come true. 
------------------------------------------------------ 
I can't believe it! Here I am wetting on the floor, 
like a ...child. I 
refused to use any other term for it. I was so 
embarrassed. But I also 
couldn't seem to stop myself, either. It must be the 
running bath water. 
My bottom was sore, but I knew that I had deserved my 
spanking, at the very 
least. How humiliating! But Daddy, I mean, Danny said 
he loved me. I 
closed my eyes and thought about that moment, sitting 
on his lap, as he 
told me that. I knew it would be one of those moments 
that are forever 
etched in one's mind. It had felt more right than 
anything I had ever felt 
in my life. I even kind of liked calling him "Daddy". 
He seemed to be 
like one, at times, anyway. Stern or kind, taking 
care of me, just like a 
real Daddy would do, I suppose. I could smell a 
sweet, babyish smell 
filling the room, and it seemed to relax me. I felt 
very small, yet very 
protected, too. I hugged my Dolly and thought how 
foolish it all seemed, 
yet right, too. The pacifier in my mouth was 
strangely comforting, too, 
and I found myself sucking on it. It gave me a 
tingling feeling between my 
legs that I couldn't explain. Then Danny was coming 
up behind me. 
"Daddy doesn't want his Baby-girl's hair to get all 
wet in the tubby, so 
he's going to fix it up all pretty," he said in that 
voice that was 
becoming so soothing to me. "You be a good little 
girl for Daddy, and stay 
very still, OK?" I nodded my head, and he took the 
pacifier from my mouth. 
I felt empty almost, without it, and I gave a little 
whine, I think. Daddy 
chuckled, and put it quickly back in, but without the 
ribbons on it this 
time. Then he gave me a little hug and told me what a 
wonderful Baby-girl 
I was! That made me wiggle in delight, so he swatted 
my bottom a bit to 
keep me still. I stayed as still as I could, but I 
was smiling. I could 
feel him brushing my hair, and parting it down the 
middle. Then he was 
brushing all of one side up into a ponytail, and 
securing it with a rubber 
band. I hadn't had my hair in ponytails in ages, but 
I figured it was a 
good way to keep it up out of the water during my 
bath, although I didn't 
understand why just one wouldn't have been okay. 
After doing one side, he 
did the other, and then made me look at him, so he 
could make sure that 
they were even. Then, he made me stay still and he 
went to a drawer and 
pulled out two, fat, big, pink ribbons. My eyes got 
big and I started to 
shake my head no. Daddy looked at me sternly and 
asked if I wanted another 
spanking. I lowered my eyes, and shook my head no. 
"Daddy just wants his 
Baby-girl to look extra-special pretty for Daddy. 
Doesn't the Baby-girl 
want to look pretty for Daddy?" He asked me. I looked 
back up at him, and 
tentatively nodded my head again. He reached over and 
popped my pacifier 
out of my mouth and repeated his question. I knew he 
wanted me to answer 
him. 
"Yes, I do," I said. 
Smack! A hard swat this time. I felt my bottom lip 
poking out, and I felt 
like I would cry at any second. But I also knew what 
he wanted me to say, 
but I didn't want to say it, either. I felt fat tears 
spill over my eyes, 
as I stood mutely in front of him, clutching my Dolly 
like a life preserver. 
Quickly, he sat down and I was pulled over his knee, 
naked except for my 
wet training pants down around my ankles, my 
ponytails swinging. I almost 
dropped my Dolly, but had managed to hang on. Swat! 
Spank! Smack! One 
after another, I was soundly paddled. Soon, I was 
crying loud, hard wails. 
I even sounded like a little girl crying. "Waaaaaa- 
waaaaaaaaa!" "Now are 
you going to be a good little girl for Daddy, and 
answer Daddy's question?" 
He asked, when he had paused for a moment. 
"Y..y...yes," I sobbed. 
"Good girl," Daddy said as he lifted me onto his lap 
again. "I...I...I 
want to look pre..pretty for D..D..Daddy," I 
spluttered through my sobs. 
"Who wants to?" Daddy asked me sternly. 
"Daddy's little girl?" I ventured. 
"Daddy's Baby," he corrected me. "Or just plain 
Baby." 
"Oh," I said. I didn't know what else I should say. I 
sure didn't want 
another spanking. 
"Tell Daddy again, what does the Baby want?" He 
prompted me. 
"Baby wants to wook pwetty for Daddy," I answered. 
Where the baby-talk 
came from, I'm not sure, but again, I felt the 
tingling between my legs 
when I said it. 
"That's Daddy's good Baby," he praised me. "Now stand 
up so Daddy can put 
her pretty ribbons in her hair so Baby can look all 
special." 
I stood up then, and it didn't seem so bad to let 
Daddy put the silly 
ribbons in. It made him so proud of me, and that made 
me very glad! 
"Awwwww...you look SO precious," he cooed to me, 
after he stood me away to 
admire his handiwork. I smiled at that. "Now to get 
the baby all cleaned 
up." And with that, he scooped me up, into his arms, 
and placed me into the 
tub. Then he showed me different tub toys and told me 
that while he bathed 
me, I was to play with them. I protested that I was 
too old to play with 
toys in the tub, but he asked if I was too old for 
another spanking. I 
looked at the toys then, and decided that they were 
not as bad as I first 
thought. As Daddy washed me, I discovered that the 
toys were actually a 
lot of fun. There were pouring things, and bell 
things, and floating 
things. I forgot about time, as I was being bathed. 
After I had been 
bathed, Daddy made me stand up. Then he lifted me out 
of the tub and laid 
me down on a towel he had placed on the floor. He put 
the pacifier back in 
my mouth first, and told me to be very still. He 
spread my legs open, and 
then I saw him reach for a razor. I started squirming 
and wiggling then. 
I was so scared! Daddy looked at me sternly and 
lifted me up again. I 
thought he was going to stop, but instead he began 
spanking my bottom 
again. I was soon crying, both from fear and from the 
spanking itself. 
"I guess you want to do this the hard way," he said 
to me. 
With that, he lifted me up and placed me on what 
looked like low counter in 
the bathroom. He pulled out straps from underneath 
it, though, and soon, I 
was strapped in by my arms, my chest, and my 
forehead. My feet he placed 
in stirrups, just like the kinds in doctor's rooms, 
that he had pulled out 
from a drawer and fastened to something on the sides. 
Then my legs were 
strapped to them as well, and my hips were strapped 
to the table. I 
couldn't move! 
The pacifier was plugged into my mouth again, and I 
tried not to scream as 
I saw him pull out the razor again. He applied warm 
shaving lotion to my 
private place and began carefully to remove all of my 
hair. As he worked 
so carefully and slowly, I began to relax a little, 
until by the time he 
was through, I was feeling the tingling again. Daddy 
ran his hand over my 
bare, smooth mound, and I felt a jolt of something 
new and exciting 
happening. "Baby likes that now, doesn't she?" He 
asked me. I nodded my 
head weakly. "Daddy knows what's best for his little 
Baby-girl. You have 
to learn to trust Daddy." Again, I nodded my head. It 
felt good to trust 
him now. 
"Good girl," he said then, "now to get you dressed. 
Baby catch cold with 
nothing on while we wait on her peed-in clothes to 
dry." 
I looked over to where my clothes hung dripping, and 
realized it would be a 
LONG time until they were fit to be worn again. But 
what would I wear in 
the meantime, I wondered? 
---------------------------------------------- 
Looking at her lying there with her smooth little 
pussy, and her hair in 
cute pig tails with the big pink bows on them, I felt 
more turned on than I 
ever had in my life! This was amazing. I really had 
not expected this. 
Keeping her quiet with the oversized pacifier not 
only worked great, but it 
looked adorable as well. 
I picked her up and carried her, cradled in my arms, 
into the spare 
bedroom. It was done up as a nursery, but with one 
difference. All of the 
furnishings were adult-sized. I was proud of the 
wooden crib, playpen and 
changing table I had built myself. A friend of mine, 
a lesbian I had known 
since we were kids, had fashioned and sewn the bed 
furnishings (including 
the adorable baby bumper pads) and the curtains, as 
well as the plastic mat 
for the changing table (done in a baby-girl nursery 
print) where I now lay 
Kelly. Therewas even a mobile over the table. I wound 
it up now, and the 
sweet sounds of "Rock-A-Bye Bay" filled the room. 
Kelly's eyes were as big as the proverbial saucers as 
she looked around. 
She pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. 
"Wh..wh..what's this??" She squeeked out. 
"I need to get you dressed," I calmly informed her, 
"Right? And in my 
room are only men's clothes that would be WAY too big 
on you. I figured 
I'd be better able to find something that will fit 
you in here, my niece's 
room." 
She relaxed a bit then, and I gently put her pacifier 
back into her 
mouth, and was secretly pleased when I saw her begin 
to suck on it again. 
Gawd, she was turning me on! 
I went over to the closet and picked out two of the 
dresses hanging 
there. Both were very short, frilly little things; 
one was done in pink 
and white with lots of bows, the other was light blue 
and yellow with 
little ducks embroidered on the front. I brought them 
to her and asked 
which one she liked best. 
Again, her eyes got big and round. She took her 
pacifier out and 
(surprise) she smiled. "Ohh those are so pretty!!" 
She squealed. "I've 
never seen such pretty dresses, except in store 
catalogues." 
Then her face fell, "But they're little girl's 
clothes. They're too 
little for me." 
"I have a feeling these will do just fine," I assured 
her. "You're not 
that very big, you know. In fact, you are not much 
bigger than a little 
girl yourself now, are you?" 
She stared at me intently and just solemnly nodded 
her head. 
"Now which one shall we try on first? The pretty pink 
one, or the one with 
the duckies on it?" 
Her face again lit up and she smiled a huge smile. 
She squirmed a bit on 
the table as she looked from one to the other. 
"I'm too big for duckies," she said in her little 
girl voice. "Pink one, 
please." 
As I hung up the other dress, I gathered up the other 
things I would need 
from the matching dresser. I was thinking to myself 
that the time would 
come when she would indeed, be wearing the "duckie" 
dress, and all the 
other little outfits I chose to dress her in. And 
there were plenty of 
those...everything from rompers to sleepers. I had 
been planning this, and 
dreaming of this for a very long time. 
As I walked back over to the table, where Kelly was 
now sitting up, I could 
see that she was looking around in amazement at the 
room. She looked so 
cute clutching her dolly to her chest as though she 
had become suddenly 
aware of her nakedness. I glanced around the room 
myself, and saw through 
her eyes, the large rocking horse in one corner, the 
toys piled in the 
playpen, the nursery pictures on the walls, the 
(adult-sized) kiddie-table, 
the padded rocking chair, and the toy box. I smiled 
to myself. It really 
was an adorable room, if I must say so myself. 
"Let's get the Baby-girl dressed now," I said as I 
walked up to her. I 
eased Dolly away from her, and saw her flush with 
embarrassment. "Daddy 
doesn't want Baby-girl to catch a cold now. Hands up, 
Sweetie-pie," I 
coaxed. 
Kelly cooperated nicely with the dress. She even sat 
patiently while I put 
the ruffly little socks on her, then the shiny black 
patent leather Mary 
Jane shoes. This next part was going to be a bit more 
difficult, I could 
tell. "Now lay down for Daddy," I instructed her. She 
looked at me 
suspiciously, but hesitantly did as I had told her. I 
reached under the 
changing table and pulled out a diaper that had been 
made by sewing many 
layers of diaper material together in the middle, 
giving it a thick bulky 
feel, yet not so thick on the sides that I couldn't 
push the diaper pins 
through. I gently grabbed her ankles and lifted her 
up in the air, sliding 
the diaper under her bottom. 
"No! No!" She cried, popping her pacifier out of her 
mouth. "I don't want 
to wear a diaper!" 
"But Baby pee-peed in her training pants, now didn't 
she?" I calmly stated. 
Tears welled up in her eyes. "But that was an 
accident," she pleaded. "I 
won't do that again," she begged. "I promise!" 
"Now now, Baby-girl," I soothed. "Daddy's not angry 
with you. But Daddy 
has to make sure his big girl isready for big girl 
panties before he lets 
her out of diapers." 
She began to cry harder. "No, no, no! I WON'T wear 
diapers!" She was 
working herself up, and I knew it was time to put an 
end to that. 
I rolled her over onto her stomach and began to spank 
her bottom. I loved 
the way it turned red so much faster this time. I 
guess the more spankings 
she received, makes her bottom more sensitive the 
next time. All the while 
I spanked her, I scolded her and reminded her of how 
she had wet her pants 
already. I even reminded her that she had peed in the 
corner. Her angry 
cries soon turned into the sobbings of brokenness, 
and I knew I had her. 
"Daddy doesn't like to have to spank his Baby," I 
soothed as I turned her 
back over. "But Baby has to mind Daddy. Daddy knows 
what's best for his 
little Baby-girl. Now, blow your nose on the tissue 
and be a good girl for 
Daddy." 
She "blew for Daddy" then softly sobbed, as I applied 
baby oil to her 
smooth little pussy mound. I gently rubbed it all 
around her sore, red 
little ass cheeks, even dipping my finger a bit into 
her hole. I had plans 
for that little entrance later, but I knew I needed 
to get it used to being 
touched, fondled, and opened. She began to get turned 
on by my rubbing and 
massaging, so I continued for awhile longer. This 
time, as I pulled her 
diaper up between her legs, she just looked sad, but 
didn't fight me. 
"There's Daddy's good girl," I praised her. "Letting 
Daddy put her diaper 
on her without a fuss. What a good girl for Daddy," I 
cooed. "Look at the 
pretty diaper pins Daddy has for his baby," I teased 
her. I showed her the 
pins which had little lambs on them. "Does Baby like 
her lamby-pins?" I 
asked her. 
She looked even more embarrassed and turned her head 
away. 
"Or maybe Baby-girl wants the diaper pins that have 
the duckies on them, 
hmm?" I was pushing it, and I knew it, but I was 
enjoying her discomfort so 
much, I couldn't seem to help myself. "Tell Daddy 
which diaper pins you 
want Daddy to use on Baby-girl's diapers." 
When she still wouldn't look at me, or acknowledge my 
question, I put on my 
stern voice. "Does Baby need another spanking?" I 
asked. 
She looked back at me then. She looked so sad and 
pleading and cute then, 
that I almost gave in and stopped the "game". 
"No," she whispered. 
I switched back to my kind voice. "Then tell Daddy 
what kind of diaper you 
want for your diaper." 
She glanced at them both, and shrugged. I took a deep 
breath and let it 
out forcefully. Quickly, but quietly, she whispered, 
"Lambs." 
"Tell Daddy again, what kind of diaper pins the Baby 
wants." 
She looked at me, and sighed with resignation. "Baby 
want wambies," she 
whispered. 
I was so overjoyed that she had decided to cooperate, 
I leaned down and 
kissed her. "Good Baby!" I praised her again. I 
lifted her ruffley dress 
out of the way and kissed her belly, too. I trailed 
kisses down her 
stomach, lowering her diaper again, and kissing her 
soft hairless pussy 
lips. I could hear a soft moan escape from her, and I 
continued kissing, 
licking and tasting her, until she exploded in an 
orgasm against my mouth. 
I covered her up then with the diaper, and pinned it 
in place. I got out a 
pair of plastic pants that had an outer lining with 
ruffles across the 
bottom. As I slipped them on her, and pulled them in 
place, I talked baby 
talk to her, telling her what a good baby she was for 
Daddy. Then I got a 
pacifier clip and pinned her pacifier to her dress. 
Her outfit was 
complete. 
I picked her and Dolly up, and walked over to the 
full length mirror. 
Standing her up before the mirror, I stood behind her 
and forced her to see 
herself. With her in the flat shoes, and me in my 
dress shoes (with a bit 
of a heel), I towered over her by a good 12 inches. 
"Isn't she just the 
prettiest little baby girl?" I asked. "I bet Baby is 
thirsty and hungry 
after all her excitement, huh?" 
I have never enjoyed anything as much as I was 
enjoying this...and we had 
barely begun to experience all I had in mind.