Toys for Little Missy

Little Missy and big Dirk Manley need a relaxing evening after a long, hard day at the Dairy. Watching Missy's favorite movie is fine, but after twenty times, Dirk's attention wanders. He proposes a game with the kind of stakes Missy adores.

He’s the man of the house, and while this game is new to Missy, he knows best, so she’s ready to play. He brings out some toys she's tried before, plus a few new ones, and the rules he sets are challenging. Can Missy win? Maybe losing is winning too. Missy decides this is a really, really good game.

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Here's a snippet of Missy's game with her Daddy:

My dress hiked up, inch by inch, the hem tickling its way up my thighs. My little white diaper would be exposed in a minute, but Daddy’d seen it. He’d put it on me. He liked the way I looked with the absorbent pants on my narrow frame. I was quite sure he was looking at the white beacon of my bottom and not the screen, but I wouldn’t turn to check. 

His hand travelled down my thigh, and back up. Work-roughened fingertips slithered under the elastic at my hip. His big hand crept under my diaper, and cupped one of my buns. He squeezed lightly, playing with the globe of my ass. The diaper didn’t give him much room to play, but he made the most of what he had, pleasuring one cheek with his firm but gentle grip. And then he moved over and squeezed the other side.

I sighed, deeply content with what I was getting, afraid to try hurrying him for the more I hoped to get but couldn’t be sure of. If all I got was my bottom played with, I couldn’t complain, it was nice, and Daddy was tired. He’d given me lots of orgasms, even one this morning when he dressed me. I shouldn’t be greedy.

But I was, and the hope of getting more kept me from protesting when he withdrew his hand. And being quiet and patient brought a reward. Didn’t he need to use that hand to undo the sticky tabs at my waist?

One Velcro tab complained its release, and then the other. Nothing but the curve of the elastic kept the seat covering me. I spread my legs, just a little. Not enough to be a demand, just a request, or shifting for comfort. Daddy drew the diaper away from my bottom, and lifted me enough to remove it entirely. The cool air licked my tushie, and my pussy lips parted for being freed.

Daddy rubbed my butt again, this time skin to skin. A thin sigh escaped me, partly for the joy of the now and partly because I was so open and vulnerable. I’d been good, he had no reason to spank me, but the position itself was a threat. I was wide awake, no danger of nodding off now. Not with his palm cupped around my bare buttock. His broad fingers delved into my crack as he curved around the mound of my ass. One fingertip found my hiney hole and rested at the rim. 

Would he go in? Would he back away? The tension was killing me, and his slow, deep chuckle said he liked watching me squirm.

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