Daddy Seth and Missy by Abby CollierWritten sometimes as an essay as part of a punishment, sometimes in 3rd person, and sometimes through the eyes of Missy as you follow Daddy's strict punishments and his love.
This story about Daddy Seth and Missy is about a couple who live together as husband and wife, but their relationship is a little "different". Although they might be a husband and wife in public, behind closed doors, Seth pretends to be a "daddy" to his "little girl", Missy.
This series was originally published in two separate books, with each chapter being a different story. Because of this, you'll get to see the tale written in a few different ways--sometimes as an essay as part of a punishment, sometimes in 3rd person, and sometimes through the eyes of Missy as you follow Daddy's strict punishments and his love. Each chapter has a small plot of its own.
1. Daddy Seth & Missy
Missy is not feeling well. But Daddy knows what Missy needs. Includes spanking, diaper play, rectal temperature-taking, and dildo punishment.
2. Punishment Night
It's Sunday night, Missy's punishment night. And Daddy makes sure his little girl is a very sorry little girl by the time the night is over. Includes severe spanking and anal punishment.
3. Tummy Ache
Even after a nice day out, Melissa Ann is pouty. She says she has a stomach ache to get out of her chores. Daddy knows what to do know. Includes diaper play and enema punishment.
4. Missy's Day Out
It's Saturday - Missy's special day out with Daddy. But today Missy is grumpy and it shows. When Missy throws a tantrum in a store, she's marched home for one of the most severe punishments Daddy has ever given. Involves severe spanking and enema punishment.
5. What Daddy's Little Girl Has Learned
Missy has to write down all of Daddy's rules... And the consequences for breaking them.
6. Just What She Needs
Daddy loves taking care of his little girl - all of the time. Missy loves it when Daddy takes care of her - most of the time. We learn a bit about how Daddy-Seth and Missy met and how their relationship developed. Contains: Diaper play, medical fetish, spanking.
7. The Ballad of Kent & Lilly
Daddy-Seth and Missy's friends Kent and Lily have a "little girl" and "daddy" relationship of their own. In this story we learn about how their relationship developed - through their first spankings - up to when Lily pretends to be a "little" girl.
8. Play Date
Missy and her friend Lily have a Saturday play date - with both their daddies there to supervise, of course. One little girl can be mischievous - but two can be downright naughty and trouble is not long in coming.
9. A Day In The Life
This is an explicit story detailing a day in Sarah's life with her "daddy". Includes spanking and diaper play.
Age play stories are fantasies in which adult women engage in erotic fantasy play as little girls with pretend "daddies." Nothing in this story should be interpreted as the author's or Blushing Books' advocating corporal punishment of or sexual activity with children. If such material, as well as explicit discipline scenes with spanking and anal play, offends you, please do not buy this book.
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Daddy Seth and Missy (Sample Chapter)
Ageplay couple who live together as husband and wife
© Abby Collier and Blushing Books, 2010-2013
Seth tiptoed softly down the hallway to peep through the barely-open door at the comforter- draped figure, so small on the king-sized bed. He let himself into the room, careful not to wake his precious girl while he watched her for a moment as she slept soundly. Love and lust welled up within him almost to the point of discomfort as he heard her suckling greedily on her pacifier in her sleep. Seth smiled slightly. His little girl-woman might object to it, but if the binky weren’t in that avid little mouth, it would be her thumb instead, and at least the binky was orthodontic.
His baby Missy moved a little in her sleep, as much as the deliberately tight sleep-sack allowed, which wasn’t much. The bag, tied at her feet and snapped and locked at the neck, kept her arms at her sides. She couldn’t get her thumb to her mouth if she wanted to – her hands were trapped in thumb less mittens at that attached to the insides of her bunny and ducky covered straightjacket at just about waist level. Daddy didn’t want her to suck her thumb, anyway. She had whimpered when he brought out the thick flannel covering, but he would never let her childish protestations deter him. Missy hadn’t been feeling well lately, and was having a bout of feeling unusually chilled – one of those sessions where she was cold to the bone and nothing that he did seemed to get warm her up.
Daddy knew exactly what his little girl needed, grabbing her chill-bumped arm as her teeth chattered noisily, and pulling her into their bedroom. Seth adjusted the heat in the room and turned on the lights, then put his little darlin’ over his lap, flipping up the hem of her pink and blue baby doll nightie to the small of her back and taking down her “Pull-ups” to the middle of her thighs.
Already almost in tears from not feeling well, which always made her a veritable watering pot, Missy tried unsuccessfully to twist out of his gentle but unbreakable hold. “No, Daddy, please!”
She knew what was coming before she watched him do it: her Daddy reached for the, huge, ever-present jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly that had her thermometer sticking out of it. Seth had poked a hole in the top first thing when the jar was brand new, so it could sit there within easy reach anytime he felt she needed to have her temperature taken, which was with embarrassing frequency for his shy little girl.
He removed the thin glass tube from its usual resting place, holding his squirming charge down with a firm arm across her back. “Melissa Ann, you know better,” he warned, hoping she wouldn’t push him into having to give her bottom a good blistering. She was sick and he couldn’t help wanting to take care of her. But if she needed a hard spanking – not that he ever delivered any other kind – to remind her to behave, he would deliver it without flinching. When it came down to it, that was just another sign of his unwavering love for her.
Surrendering to the inevitable with a grumpy sigh/groan, she shivered a little and pulled her arms around and under herself, facing away from him as he leaned over her luscious, rounded bottom and gently parted her cheeks to press the thermometer into her, ignoring her quick, whimpering gasp, twisting and twirling the implement of her deep embarrassment until it was well-seated and barely peeping out of her bottom. Seth checked his watch, his big tanned hand draped over her small white butt, his middle finger resting lightly on the top of the glass tube, just in case she decided to be naughty and try to push it out. Seth knew all of his little girl’s tricks, and always tried to be several steps ahead of her.
As expected, Missy grew restless well before his mandatory, unnecessarily long, seven-minute timeframe was up. Seth rubbed her back slowly, easing her fretfulness, guiding her right thumb into her mouth, knowing that suckling would provide her much needed comfort that even his touch could not achieve. Her surprise at this gesture was written on her face; he had recently begun spanking her quite fiercely for thumb sucking because of its detrimental affects on her expensive dental work. Seth required that when she wanted to suckle, or if he wanted her to be quiet, that she use one of the orthodontic baby pacifiers he had bought her. Although Missy thought the idea of a real baby pacifier to be humiliating in the extreme, she found the repeated application of his hand to her tender nates to be much less bearable. She desperately needed to suckle for comfort sometimes, and her Daddy knew this.
Pressing her thumb against her closed lips, he whispered, “I don’t have a binky with me, honey. That’s my fault, not yours.” Her mouth opened at his insistence and he seated her thumb within her mouth just as he’d seated the thermometer in her bottom. “I’ll get you a binky when we’re done here.”
Daddy Seth checked the thermometer’s position again, pushing it in just a little further and enjoying her quiet moan in response. The tip of his little finger still on the end of it, the rest of his callused fingers dangled down between her legs, feeling the moist heat there, exploring her in a completely possessive, leisurely fashion, noting her copious wetness and the hard, swollen little nub that betrayed her every time.
Finally, he removed the rectal thermometer but, surprisingly, she had no temperature. Still, the petite girl was shivering violently, and he worried about her. His mind made up, Seth moved his legs out from under her and went to her bureau, pulling out the warmest pieces of clothing she owned - a set of fuzzy footie pajamas and the dreaded sleep sack.
Missy let him dress her in the pajamas without a protest, until he remembered and removed her thumb to replace it with a big Nuk pacifier. Just like an infant, she popped it out in protest, trying to bring her thumb back to her lips as the binky rolled onto the floor. But Seth was quicker than she was, holding her arms at her sides and securing her hands into the sewed-in mittens as he pulled the snug material up around her, snapping and locking it at her slender neck then bending down to pull the laces tight beneath her feet so that there would be no escape from her warm, comfortable bondage.
“No, Daddy, not this thing!” she cried belatedly on a shiver. “I hate it!”
Seth found another pacifier and pressed it firmly into her mouth. “Keep this in your mouth until I take it out.” Missy knew that tone and would be exceedingly careful to retain the hated binky.
He laid his precious package down on the bed, tucking her under the covers and positioning her on her favorite side, knowing she would barely be able to move on her own, except to roll herself onto her back. Seth sat down on the bed and caressed her hair away from her face while she struggled within the restrictive confines of fabric, whimpering softly behind the babyish pacifier.
“Shhhhh, sweetie. You know this always makes you feel better and warmer. Daddy always knows what’s best for his little girl, and your special jimmies hold you good and tight when he can’t. They keep you out of trouble and help you get all warmed up.” Seth likened the snug-sack to the swaddling of an infant, which calmed it. Although Missy protested every time, it worked every time; the safety and security of being warmly and lovingly bound lulled her to sleep even when she was at her most fretful after a particularly serious punishment.
As he knew would happen eventually, she tired of fighting a battle she had no nope of winning. He put her here, and here she would lie until he decided to free her. His broad hand stroking her forehead and the insidious warmth of being all bundled up worked against her own will, making her sleepy and tired, forcing her to bend to him as always.
Seth’s lips kissed a flushed cheek. “You’re going to take a good long nap, my darling, and when you wake up you’ll be nice and warm. If you need to go, use your pull-ups like a good girl.” He remained at her side until her briefly renewed wiggling ceased and she surrendered to him, and to sleep. Only then did he leave, pulling the shades closed and turning up the heat another notch before he left, keeping the door carefully ajar only enough so as to hear her if she became overly agitated.
His angel seemed to be sleeping soundly, but she was sweating a little and as he left the room he adjusted the heat so that she wouldn’t become overly warm.
Several hours later, he sensed that she was awake, and she was just beginning to come back to consciousness when he lay down next to her on the bed, cuddling her into his arms. Missy worked the binky noisily in her mouth, which was a signal to him to please remove it, but he held her for a while longer, enjoying her quietness and stillness against him. When she began to obviously fret, he pulled on the pink plastic ring and took it out of her mouth. He had remembered to tie this one to the leash provided for just that use on the outside of the slumber bag, so this one didn’t fall to the floor.
Almost immediately, Seth replaced the binky with the big, adult sized nipple he had put on a pink Evenflo bottle full of cool water. He knew his little girl would be thirsty after her long nap, and he always tried to anticipate her needs as best he could.
Before he let her drink her fill, though, he arranged her almost sitting up in his arms against some pillows, so she wouldn’t choke, then held her while she greedily slurped down the water. She drank almost all of it before coming up for air.
“You’re a thirsty little baby after a nap, aren’t you?” he teased in a soft, tender voice as he rubbed and patted her all over through the layers of fabric.
Missy blushed. She was still getting used to him babying her so thoroughly, although he did it with complete ease. “Daddy?”
Seth’s fixed his complete attention on her. “Yes, darlin’?”
“May I – would you please get me out of this thing?”
Ahhh. Big-girl Melissa had a hard time submitting, especially to the babyish things he demanded of the little girl inside her, the secret part of her that craved what he demanded from her.
Seth kissed her lips gently, then pressed the bottle back into her mouth. “Drink it all, punkin’. There’s my girl.” There was still and inch or so of fluid in the bottle when she squirmed her mouth out from under it. Seth reached behind him to put the bottle on the nightstand, then rolled her gently off the pillows and onto her tummy. “I do love this beddy-bye sack,” he announced to no one in particular as he pulled the flap – which he had installed himself out of necessity – down, then did the same with the flap of her jammies.
Missy felt cool air wash over her vulnerable backside, then Daddy slipped his big hand up under the elastic of one of the legs of her pull-ups and felt around vigorously between her legs, brushing against her most private parts accidentally on purpose. Although she started every time his rough knuckles dragged across the top of her ever-swollen clitty, there was nothing she could do to avoid his intimate caresses. Seth’s hand stilled and his voice was deep and ominous as he said, “Someone has not used her diaper like she was supposed to, has she?”
Her lower lip bulged out all on its own. “But I didn’t need to, Daddy!” she fibbed slightly. “And now that I’m awake – “ Her hopes of avoiding the ultimate in humiliation were dashed, however, when Seth withdrew his hand and fastened her up again tightly. Her bladder clenched spasmodically, aching for just the release her Daddy was trying to provide for her.
“I put you into your pull-ups for you to use them, and I expect you to do just that, little girl.” Missy chewed on that pouting bottom lip as she watched him grab the bottle and leave the room, returning seconds later with another bottle of water. Seth positioned her as he had before and inserted the nipple between her lips, holding the bottle at just the right angle for her. “This should help encourage you to do as I say, but if you need more active help in obeying me, I can do that, too, Melissa Ann.”
Above the rim of the bottle, Missy’s eyes grew round and scared, and for good reason. The first time Daddy had put her into a pair of pull-ups, he had insisted that she use them, but little Missy had balked. Seth had applied a hard wooden hairbrush to her butt until it fairly glowed to put down her bratty rebellion, then used a particularly nasty method of making her obey him. He had put her securely into the sack – naked except for her diaper - but left her bare feet out. Then he proceeded to tickle those two vulnerable feet mercilessly, torturously until she lost control of her bladder in an achingly painful flood of both urine and tears.
Usually, putting her to bed for a nap helped her to comply because, subconsciously, she wanted to be good for him, and her body would take over for her. Seth was excruciatingly careful to make sure she was always cleaned up, in the most gentle, supportive way he could manage as soon as he knew she was wet. He usually pleasured her afterwards, also, almost as an incentive. He had rarely had to resort to the less pleasant methods of assuring that she did as she was told.
Daddy made sure she finished the second bottle, then put a binky back where it did the most good before he released her from the hated outer covering, leaving her in her footies and mittens as he carried her into his study and put her down on her favorite snuggly chair that had a plastic padding. Seth kissed the top of her head, whispering, “I’m going to check you in about fifteen minutes. If you’re still being deliberately disobedient, I’m going to move you to the corner.”
Missy gulped loudly at that pronouncement, barely managing to keep the pacifier in place. But there was not enough comforting in the world to make her feel better now. The corner. It was always a precursor to a trip over his lap, or the back of the couch, or the overturned backrest he often positioned on their bed to drape her over for a punishment. She had fifteen minutes to relax her adult little-girl mind enough to do as she was told. It was one of the hardest, scariest things he required of her although she so wanted to please him and be his good little girl...
But he found her dry when he checked the next time, shaking his head sadly as he lead her to the corner and positioned her there – hands on her head, nose in the corner, bottom sticking out. “I guess you do need a spanking, then, don’t you? I’ll be back to check my naughty little girl again in ten minutes.”
Ten minutes! And she’d have to go standing up! Missy chanted in her mind. Somehow, that was worse than ever, despite the nearly bursting bladder that was making her shift from foot to foot, wishing she could cross her legs.
Seth smiled indulgently at his charge, relenting just a tad. “Would you like your blindfold, little girl? Would that help you?”
The shiny blond head bobbed up and down vigorously. When Seth appeared with it, he said quietly, “Close your eyes.”
They were closed instantly, then blocked by thick discs of soft felt. This blindfold rendered her several notches more submissive and dependent.
But she was unprepared when he swept her pull ups down to her calves and gently pried her legs apart, seeking and finding her puckered bottom hole to fill it quickly with something soft and rubbery, then doing the same with her slippery, empty woman’s hole. Then her diaper was back in place and she could hear him sit down in his big leather desk chair.
Suddenly, she felt unbearably full in both of the embarrassing places where he had inserted something. Missy could hear the sound of something like an air pump, and as she heard him squeeze the bulbs, so the swelling dildos under his control claimed her intimate parts. The one in her bottom stretched her tiny hole almost to the point of discomfort, but it was the one in her pussy that, as it grew, pressed harder and harder against her aching bladder.
Seth sat back, watching her trying not to squirm too much as he clenched first one bulb then the other, sometimes squeezing the one that went to her tight little pussy twice until she was practically on her toes with each burst of air, trying to alleviate the pressuring fullness. He gave each bulb another two shots, then sat back to watch her avidly, saying, “There. Now there’s only once place in your body that you can empty and relieve the pleasurable pressure. Those two dildos are going to stay seated inside my naughty little girl at least until you do as you are told and use your diapers for their rightful purpose. Those two bottles of water ought to be trying to work themselves out of you by now, aren’t they, honey?” He could see her shoulders shake as she started to cry. “Let go, baby, and it will be all right, I promise. You want to obey your Daddy so much, don’t you?”
Her beautiful golden head nodded vigorously, sniffling loudly.
“Then do it. I’ll never embarrass you or yell at you or berate you for being the little girl that you are, because you’re my little girl, and I know you always try to please me. It must hurt you so much to be holding back, darlin’. Let go for Daddy like a good girl. Be Daddy’s good girl, Missy,” he spoke in a firm, loving voice and watched her will crumble to his. He knew she was doing as he required, trying her best to remain in position while she was doing it. “That’s my girl. Are you being a good girl and using your diaper, Missy?” Crying, her head nodded. “Right now?” Another humiliated nod. “That’s my very good girl, sweetheart.”
Seth rose to stand beside her, one hand resting at the small of her back, one pressing firmly on her lower tummy, making sure she got it all out, then his hands roamed up to her flannel covered breasts and tweaked her sharp little nipples before he took her back into their bedroom and cleaned her up with fastidious care, a big tube of Desitin on the bed for use on her bare pubes when he was done with her. She lay there quietly, still blindfolded and suckling anxiously on her binky.
The two dildos were removed slowly, eliciting moans as they exited her overstretched flesh.
“I think you have a good hard spanking coming before I put a new diaper on you,” Seth announced, flipping her over his lap. The spanking was, indeed, a harsh one as he blistered his way up an down the backs of her legs and, of course, the wonderful round hillocks of her bottom.
She was allowed to spit out her pacifier when being punished, usually it fell out naturally because she began to cry and scream under the painful ministrations of his hand, or the hairbrush he often finished her off with. Missy was, indeed, screaming before he stopped smacking that awful implement down onto her defenseless backside, but that was to be expected, as were the usual tears and promises of better behavior. They never made him stop or even slow any chastisement of any sort.
Seth held her fast; her wrists trapped at the small of her back in his free hand, his big leg lying over her much smaller ones. She was immobile, caught, and made to pay for her naughtiness in a most searingly unpleasant way with one of the most vicious implements ever invented for the punishment of a naked bottom.
In the end, she was howling and begging, and still he spanked on until his arm became tired. When he stopped her bottom was a swollen red mass of excruciating soreness, which he flipped her over onto immediately, spreading her legs wide so that he could nibble on the clitty flesh that had hidden from her pain.
Despite the fact that he knew she had just been through a terribly painful ordeal, it didn’t take him very long to coax that little bud of flesh back to full ripeness, especially when he sank three fingers into her aching pussy and exposed that bundle of nerves even more so to his moist, wet tongue. She went off like a rocket, bucking against his hand and mouth, writhing and moaning to the tune he called, pleasure or pain.
Seconds later, he took her for his own – his own little woman-child; his to punish and play with, to control and comfort, to dominate and claim. It wasn’t much longer before he had to give himself over to the unbearable pleasure of being her Daddy.