I knew I wasn't allowed to, but I couldnt help myself. I am just Daddy's dumb little baby, after all. And dumb little babies couldn't help themselves.
Which is why i was kneeling at Daddy's feet, whining and whimpering pathetically. He was playing a game on his computer and i knew better than to interrupt, but my kitty was wet and I wasn't allowed to touch inside is my diaper under any circumstances.
"Daddy, please," I begged for the thousandth time.
He smirked as he continued to play his game. "Oh baby," he said mockingly. "You know that little babies don't get play time unless Daddy says so. And Daddy didnt say so, did he?"
I whimpered as tears of embarrassment and need stung my eyes. "No Daddy. But... but..."
"I can't hewp it. My wittle cunny is all wet Dada."
"Well that's just too bad, isn't it kitten? Daddy said no, that means no naughty time for you. Now be a good little baby and keep quiet for Daddy." He reached down and grabbed my paci that was clipped to my onesie and popped it into my mouth.
A tear ran down my cheek as he turned back to his game, leaving me a squirmy mess on the floor. The aching between my legs only increased and I began to move to hips. With no friction, it didnt relieve my frustration in the slightest. I saw Daddy glance down at me but he didn't say anything.
After a minute of uselessly grinding my hips against the air, i scooted closer to Daddy. His attention didnt leave his screen. I slowly crawled closer until i was right beneath him. Still no reaction.
I carefully mounted his foot and whined as his leg pressed against my squishy diaper, pressing it against my princess parts. Slowly, i began rocking my hips, grinding and humping against him, letting out small gasps and whines.
I felt Daddy move a bit as he paused his game, sitting back to watch me. Glancing up at him, i looked back down quickly as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I tucked my face against his knee and whined loudly in relief.
I continued to hide my face as tears of humiliation leaked down my cheeks at the thought of Daddy watching me behave like such a naughty little girl. After only a few minutes of me humping Daddy's leg like the dumb little baby that he loved to remind me i was, i felt him shift in his chair.
Unwilling to look up at him, i whined. Moments later, i felt his strong hand stroke the top of my head. His fingers ran through my hair, and he gently grabbed onto a thick handful. I whimpered as he tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him.
With an amused smirk, he spoke. "Hi Baby."
"Hi Daddy," I whimpered out around my paci, slowing but not stopping my movements.
"What's going on down there, hmm?"
I just whined, unable to articulate what I was doing.
"Oh, now you're being shy?" Daddy chuckled. "That's okay baby girl. Daddy knows exactly what you're doing. Being a very naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Look at you. Humping Daddy's leg, desperate for Daddy to play with your kitty. That's what you want, isn't it? You want Daddy to touch your wet little kitty?" he said teasingly.
"Yes pwease Dada," I begged.
"Awww, what good manners," Daddy commented. "No, baby. Naughty girls dont get rewards, and they certainly dont get cummies. If you had only waited until Daddy was done with his game, he was going to play with your kitty while we watched a movie, but I dont think you deserve that now."
I whined in protest, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "Daddyyyy, please!"
"No, love. You disobeyed Daddy. And i think I know exactly how to make sure it doesnt happen again any time soon." He eased his foot out from underneath my cunny and stood. I moved to do the same, but he shook his head. "Babies don't walk. Crawl, baby."
I blushed and nodded, crawling behind him as he led me from his office to my nursery. He stood beside my crib and smiled down at me. "Come on, Sweetheart."
Daddy helped me up into my crib, folding the sides down so it more resembled a babyish bed. I rested my head on my pillow, and Daddy guided my wrists and ankles to the corners of the mattress, securing them into the fluffy pink restraints.
"Thats more like it," he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead. He climbed up, kneeling between my legs. His finger trailed up my thigh until he came to my thick diaper, gently prodding it. "Nice and squishy, as little babies should be. But i dont think that's the only thing wet, hmm?"
I blushed and shook my head, squirming slightly.
"I didn't think so. Not with all that pathetic humping you were doing." He pressed more firmly against the crotch of my diaper and i mewled. "You know, even though it was very naughty of you, seeing you act like such a needy little baby got Daddy pretty excited."
My cheek flushed red and I whined softly as I looked down at his crotch. There was an unmistakeable bulge.
He smirked and reached down to undo his belt and zipper. He slid his hand into his jean and palmed the front of his boxers. "Now, Daddies are allowed to tpuch themselves and play whenever they want. Babies don't. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head rapidly, whining as he pulled his toy out of his underwear, stroking it slowly.
"I'm not sure you do, little girl. I think Daddy needs to make sure that you understand that your kitty only gets attention when Daddy chooses."
I cried out in frustration, unable to look away from the scene in front of me. I didn't know whether i wanted Daddy to just give in amd touch me, or whether i preferred the punishment i was being subjected to. Except i did know. I wanted to be reminded of my place as Daddy's little baby doll.
Daddy smirked at me and let out a soft moan as he continued to stroke himself. I knew he was doing it to tease me. To show me how good it felt to be able to have that pleasure.
He moved forward and pressed his cock against the front of my diaper, rocking his hips into his fist, but still not enough pressure to give me any release.
Tears ran down my cheeks in frustration.
"What's wrong baby?" he cooed teasingly. "Do you need something?"
I nodded my head. "Yes Dada!" I pleaded around my paci, drool dripping down my chin.
"What do you need, cupcake?" He rubbed his slick tip against my diaper, smearing it around.
"I... i need Daddy to touch me," i whispered as i cried harder.
"No, you don't baby. You want it. You don't need it. What you need, is to follow Daddy's rules. You belong to Daddy, and you dont touch Daddy's things without his permission, do you?"
"Good girl," he sighed. "Now, Daddy is going to make cummies. But, baby doesn't get to feel Daddy's cock at all. And good girls certainly don't get cummy diapers."
He moved up my body until his cock was hovering over my face. I so badly wanted to stick my tongue out, but i knew better. And secretly, or not so secretly, I enjoyed the humiliation of being used to help Daddy masturbate with no pleasure of my own.
With a loud moan, Daddy said, "Hold still."
I did just that, closing my eyes as Daddy's warm milk coated my face all over. I did my best not to squirm. His special milkies were so close to my lips but i wasn't allowed to taste. It was torture.
After he was done, he sighed contently and leaned back to look at his handiwork. "So precious," he commented with a warm smile. He zipped himself back up and reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. I blushed heavily as he snapped a picture. "Looks like Daddy got his cummies all over your paci," he said with a chuckle.
He pulled it out of my mouth for a moment and swiped it through the warm stickiness on my cheek, before putting it back in my mouth. "Just a taste, for being such a good girl."
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