Dirk’s little is glad to get out into the new cut hay and the sunshine, because easy peasy just might drive Missy crazy.
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Watching him pee woke a similar need in me. “Daddy, I need to go now.” I peered over my shoulder at his face, so tan and handsome.
“Can’t be stopping every five minutes, Missy, or we’ll never get this field cut. Should have said back there. Or—” He grinned down at me. “You can use that diaper for the reason I put it on you.”
I gulped. Peeing in my diaper doesn’t come easy, even after more than a week of wearing it. Something ingrained keeps me from letting go without a lot of effort. I clenched everything in my pussy, and told myself I could wait.
The vibrations still hummed through the seat and into my pussy. The tractor wasn’t going to make holding on easy.
I stayed dry for another couple of rows, but I was getting so full. “Daddy, please? Can’t we stop?”
“No, Missy. We have work to do.” He swung the tractor in a U turn and we headed back the way we came. New cut hay smells a lot like watermelon.
“But—”
“Are you arguing?”
“No, Daddy.” I’d learned a lesson about arguing yesterday, and my bottom still thrummed. “But—” I cut myself off—guess I hadn’t learned quite enough fast enough. Daddy would stop the tractor to spank me.
Dropping his hand from my waist to my crotch, he wormed under the hem of my skirt and between my thighs. Cupping my pussy, Daddy reminded me, “You have your diaper on.”
Yes I did. But I didn’t want to use it.
With one teasing finger, he began to stroke my slit, right through the padding. My pussy opened for him, letting him press in. His fingertip tickled against my sensitive places. Clenching didn’t keep him out, and might not keep the pee in.
“I thought you needed to go, Missy.” He probed my pussy, and he was hard again. Dared I hope that his need might coincide with my own? He could fuck me, right after I peed in the grass, and...
Dream on—Daddy Dirk Manley already told me what he expected, and he wouldn’t budge, not even to get his rocks off. Pleasure never interfered with duty.
The tractor hummed me, and Daddy stroked me, and I thought my bladder might pop. I squirmed under his touch. Resistance was futile, and the only question was: how long could I hold out?
I held out until I couldn’t anymore, and then I wet. I wet like the Missouri River in spring, floods and gushes and torrents. I wet and wet, the liquid streaming through my little pee hole . I sniffled for the humiliation, and I knew Daddy knew I was peeing. My diaper swelled, soaked to twice its size, and Daddy could feel it. He kept his hand cupped against my pussy while the tinkle poured out of me, and his steering never wavered. I peed until I was empty.
“Better?” Daddy’s deep baritone sounded in my ear.
Some. I didn’t hurt with fullness any more. Why did Daddy insist I pee myself? The hay would wait five minutes. “Now I’m wet.”
“Now you’re squishy,” he corrected me, groping to prove his point.
Okay, the diaper was very absorbent and my skin wasn’t wet, but still… I stared out the windshield at the sea of alfalfa, waving on one side and flat on the other, and wondered how much more would fall beneath our blades before Daddy changed me.
The swollen padding had one effect—I couldn’t feel the vibrations of the tractor through my pussy any more. Mowing the hay quit being any fun at all. I sat in my soaked diaper and sulked, even when a flock of quail burst up in front of us. Daddy’s arm around my waist felt like shackles now.
Finally—finally! Daddy stopped the tractor at one edge of the field. The cottonwoods along the creek came right up to the hay. We’d have shade. The new-cut stalks of alfalfa made a fragrant carpet.
“Down you come, Little Missy,” Daddy said, lifting me from the cab of the tractor. “Let’s get you cleaned up.
He carried our lunch and satchel to the shade of the rustling trees, so loud in the silence of the tractor. The creek babbled a few trees farther back. Once Daddy changed my pants, this spot would be paradise.
Daddy lay me down in the sweet hay, legs apart. I smiled tremulously, knowing he could have prevented the need, but loving the attention. Daddy tore open the tabs and I lifted my hips. My pussy was open to his gaze, right there in the great outdoors.
So lovingly did he clean me, with long strokes of the wet wipe, that I forgave him for making me wet myself. He kept my pussy shaven, and it was moments like this that I loved being bare. He wiped my outer lips and then my inner lips, and made sure the opening to my channel was sweet and clean. Of course, my clit wanted to be touched too, growing stiff and tingly. He wiped me there, and I quivered, wanting more.
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Oh yes, Dirk has more for Missy. Read the rest. You know you want to.
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