The Adventures of Poppy - By Daddy John

A day at Daddy’s House

John was excited, his new 'little girl' was coming over to play. Poppy had never been to his house before, and everything was to be just right. He spent days preparing the house and garden. Poppy got the train, and met her special new 'Daddy' at the station, and he drove her home. Poppy loved escaping into the world of being a little girl, free from all the concerns of adulthood. And 'Daddy's house was the perfect haven to escape in. Full of books for kids of all ages, and cute little bunnies in the back yard. Poppy relaxed as soon as she arrived. Daddy had a milkshake maker, so he made two extra-chocolaty milkshakes, with chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, and milo.

Poppy's legs swung under her seat as she slurped the last of the milkshake, and although she had a straw, still managed to get a bit of chocolate on her sundress. They next went out to feed the rabbits. Poppy swung on the swingset while 'Daddy' got the food ready, and they fed the rabbits by hand, with his big hands enveloping her nervous little hands and helping to hold out the carrot. Poppy chased the bunnies around the yard. Although she was toilet-trained, she still wore a disposable nappy, and enjoyed the freedom this gave her. As 'Daddy' looked on in delight, watching her frolic in the garden, he noticed her pause from time to time, a subtle, yet clearly understood indication that Poppy was relieving just a bit of the pressure in her bladder. The sun was now getting hot, and neither of them had their sun hats or sunscreen, so they headed inside for a glass of lemonade and a story. "Milk, milk, lemonade, round the corner chocolate's made" Poppy chanted over and over again, pointing to the appropriate parts of her body in time with the song. 'Daddy' chose the book "Goodnight Me" one of the cutest books ever written, and the two sat down on the couch, with Poppy on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder.

As he read, he watched Poppy's eyelids get heavier and heavier, the reading having an almost hypnotic effect on his 'little girl.' He got to the end of the story, and put the book down, using both arms to embrace his little treasure. He could tell she wasn't really asleep, but was, like him, enjoying the silence, listening to and watching her breathing as his hands gently caressed her back, legs, and padded bottom. As he did so he noticed that her nappy was soaked through, and warm with what must have been a freshly released stream. Poppy looked up, coyly and said "Sowwy, but I need to go" the present tense indicating she was midway through. "That's OK, sweetie," replied 'Daddy' "I guess you will need a bath." "Yay!" cried Poppy, pushing the last drops into her heavily laden nappy.

Poppy lay back enjoying the warmth in her nappy while the bath was running, then 'Daddy' came in to changer her out of her nappy and clothes. First he gently pulled of her sundress, with Poppy lifting her arms to help. Then he lay her back down onto a towel, and undid her nappy, lifting her bottom ever so slightly to pull it out from under her. As she lay naked in front of him, her thumb in her mouth, he admired her beautiful, womanly form. He grabbed a wipe and slowly, quite deliberately wiped around her bottom and ‘Jenny’, his hands enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin. "Bath time" he said, snapping both of them out of the moment.

'Daddy' carried his little girl to the bathroom, and tested the water. It was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, and topped by a heap of foam. Poppy hopped in, flinching as the warm water hit her tender bottom. There were dozens of bath toys to play with. Poppy loaded up one full of water and squeezed a jet of water onto the floor. "Hey, no water out of the bath" chastised 'Daddy', "or it is straight out for you." As much as he loved watching Poppy play in the bath, he knew he had to get some lunch ready. "Cheese and ham on toast?" he asked. Poppy nodded in the affirmative, and he left, giving her a stern warning "I hope I can trust you to be good."

Poppy continued to play in the water, not deliberately making a mess, but she was having so much fun. Some of the toys were quite large, and made a big splash when she dropped them in the water. 'Daddy' could hear the noise from outside, but let his little princess have some fun. But he didn't realise just how wet everything was getting. When he went in to check, he was shocked. Water covered the floor, and half way up the wall, and the towel he was going to use to dry Poppy was soaked through. "I said no splashing!" he shouted (while trying not to laugh at Poppy's expression that looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth), "Stand up!" Poppy did as she was told, a little frightened at the intensity of 'Daddy's reaction. "Turn around" he commanded. Poppy did, now facing away from him. "Hold onto the wall" and she did, bending over slightly to do so, shivering in both anticipation and from leaving the warmth of the water. SMACK, 'Daddy's hand came down hard and fast, without warning, onto Poppy's round bottom. SMACK again, this time even slightly harder, and again. Both of them enjoyed the sensation. Poppy even looked back in anticipation for the next smack. Down came the hand, lingering as it hit, feeling the now hot flesh of her bum.

'Daddy' got a fresh towel and wrapped it around Poppy who was still standing in the bath. "Gurgle gurgle?" she asked timidly. He melted, her sweetness irresistible and any annoyance left him. He pulled the plug out and gave her a hug as they watched the water spiral out. He walked her out the bathroom, making sure she didn't slip on the still-wet floors, to where he had set up a changing station on the couch. A towel was already laid out, so she lay back on it while he dried her, gently patting her breasts dry, and wiping all the soapy water from the folds around her ‘Jenny’ and bottom, the soapy water soon being replaced by her own wetness as she enjoyed his wandering hands.

'Daddy' lightly dusted her with baby powder, before bundling her up tightly in a nice, firm and snug nappy. He continued to rub her ‘Jenny’ through the outside of the nappy. He gave Poppy a bottle to drink of milk, as she rocked back and forth. With her nappy still on, he slid his hand in under the gusset, his fingers feeling the wetness from her ‘Jenny’ as they rubbed hard against her, his long thumb working its way inside her. Poppy pushed down against his hand, grinding her pelvis against him as she could feel waves of pleasure pounding over her like dumping surf, throwing her body around. She came hard and long, spasm after spasm shooting through her like an electric current.