Daddy Ross and LG Poppy are both adults over 18 years old. This story is fictional and contains role-play between two consenting adults. This story has nothing to do with real children.

The Adventures of Poppy - By Daddy John

Poppy and Daddy's Bush Walk

Poppy and her special daddy had decided to go for an adventure, and had packed a picnic hamper, plenty of water, swimmers, floaties and a couple of books to read, and headed off. They were both wearing rather sensible walking clothes, as they were going to go for a big walk to a nice swimming beach. After daddy had parked the car, they started walking. There was a good track to follow so it was a nice easy walk, but he could sense Poppy was getting grumpy after only five minutes of walking. "You OK Princess?" he asked. "I'm tired" she moaned, her bottom lip pouting, "are we there yet?" Daddy climbed up onto a rock, and helped Poppy up. Standing behind her, he guided her eyes to the beach far below down the hill. "Not too far now" he said, knowing that they were not even close. "Can we have a break now please?", begged Poppy, as she turned her head to daddy, giving him a big kiss on the lips. He held her close. "I suppose we could stop for a little while" he replied, caving in as he always did to his little princess. "Story time!" Poppy shouted.

Daddy found a shady spot, and laid out a picnic rug. He sat down, leaning against a rock, and Poppy sat on his lap, sucking her thumb. He read her a story about a gorilla all alone in a zoo, which was a bit sad in parts, but had a happy ending. As he read, he gently stroked the side of Poppy's head, just above the ears, in a beautifully soothing manner. She snuggled her head into Daddy's chest, and slowly drifted off to sleep. Daddy sat, admiring his little treasure, gently running his fingers over her back, over her padded bottom, and down her legs, waiting patiently for her to wake up. About 20 minutes later Poppy stirred, then slowly blinked her eyes open. "Hey cutie" Daddy said softly, smiling. Sleeping in the heat of the day had made her groggy. "Swim!" she called out. "I want to swim now" she repeated, almost demanding. She was becoming quite petulant, and wriggling around like a frog in a sock. "Patience, sweetie, we need to get changed and walk a bit further," Daddy started to say. "Now, Now Now!" shouted Poppy, a slight grin letting Daddy know that there was a bit of an act in this, and letting him know how to control it. "Simmer down, right now!" said Daddy, in a stern way. "Swim! Now!" repeated Poppy over and over. By this stage she had wriggled around so that she was facing the rock beneath her, while still being held firm on Daddy's lap. Smack! Without warning, Daddy's hand came down fast and hard onto Poppy's bottom. It shocked her a bit, but didn't hurt, thanks to the padding of her pull-ups. Smack again. "That didn't hurt" Poppy said defiantly. "Really" replied Daddy "then maybe this will" and he pulled down her pull-ups, exposing her pert, white and very soft bottom. Daddy's heart skipped a beat before he composed himself. Smack! A slightly softer smack this time, but right onto the flesh, his hand lingering and enjoying the softness and heat of her bottom. Smack! Smack! went Daddy's hand, as Poppy's white little bottom started to turn red. "Are we calmed down now?" he asked (although he was anything but calmed down as Poppy could tell lying over his lap). "Yes" answered Poppy, her heart racing from the excitement and her face blushing. "OK then, let's go swimming" directed Daddy, although neither of them moved straight away.

Poppy lay on top of Daddy, her pull-ups still around her knees. After her last smack, Daddy's hand had stayed on her bottom, and was now exploring the curves of her bottom, lightly running fingers all over, exploring every inch of her delicious bum bum. They both enjoyed this a lot. Daddy could have done this all day, but it was getting hot, and he knew they should go for their swim before the real intense heat of the day kicked in. He helped Poppy up, so she was standing, and then pulled her pull-ups up for her, catching a fleeting glimpse of her 'Minnie' as he did so. It was glistening in the sun, the soft folds of skin around it reddened with anticipation, but not for now... Poppy drank some of the water while Daddy packed everything up, and soon they were on their way again down the track.

What looked close from above turned out to be quite a walk for Poppy's strong but little legs, and they were still ages away from the beach when Poppy felt a serious urge to pee. She had hoped to just pee in the water, where nobody, not even Daddy, would notice, but she wasn't sure if she could hold it until then. "Daddy, I need to go pee pee" she whined. "Can you wait until we get to the water? Nobody will notice then" he replied. "Maybe" but Poppy was in no mood to have her nice walk spoilt by the nagging distraction of having to pee. She decided to be a bit naughty, and make full use of her pull-up. She walked a bit further, then paused. Daddy, who was in front, turned around to see her standing with a look of concentration on her face, a frown on her forehead. Poppy bent her legs slightly and leaned forward, then pushed down on her bladder, which released, sending a cascade of pee into her pull-up, which absorbed it all at first, before becoming saturated. Daddy watched as her walking shorts darkened, as a small trickle made its way through the pull-ups, onto the fabric of her shorts, and then down the inside of her left leg, ending up absorbed in her sock and walking shoes. Poppy squatted down, and the trickle went straight onto the leaves below her.

When her bladder emptied, and the trickle died down to just a few drops, she stood up, smiled a naughty smile, and said "I told you I needed to go." "So you did, I guess you need a change now. I'll put your swimmers on." Poppy squealed with delight. Daddy found a quiet clearing out of sight from the track, and lay down the rug. He helped Poppy down onto the rug and kneeled down in front her, her legs either side of him. Bending her knees, he rubbed her ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘Minnie’’’’’’’’’’’ through her soaked shorts before unbuckling and unzipping them, and peeling them down her legs to her shoes, which he realised he should have removed first. He pulled off her damp shoes and socks, then dragged the shorts off over her feet that ached from the walk. Rubbing his hands up her soft, moist legs, he returned to her pull-ups. He started to tear the sides so he could remove them without sliding them over her feet. He slowly, deliberately tore the left side, then slipped his hand under the pull-up, his long middle finger gliding right down and into her hot ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘Minnie’’’’’’’’’’’ as Poppy pushed up against his hand. Poppy had stopped sucking her thumb and was grasping at Daddy's shorts, undoing the top button and pulling them down furiously. His boxers were straining to keep his very hard 'Mickey' in, and soon they were down as well. Daddy had swivelled around a bit, so that Poppy could reach him, and she held him in her hands, her little fingers wrapped around his Mickey. He lay down beside Poppy as she turned slightly on her side. His lips found their way onto her thighs, and he began to nibble, kiss and lick his way up them. Meanwhile, she was slowly guiding him towards her, so that his Mickey was only inches away from her waiting mouth that was dry with excitement.

Poppy and Daddy were lying close to each other on their sides, and almost in unison, like a well practiced dance move, they leaned in. Poppy guided his Mickey to her mouth, and started to lick it up and down like a delicious ice-block. Daddy shifted her pull-up down a bit, and began to lick her hot, wet ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘Minnie’Minnie’’’’’’’’’’. She tasted wonderful, a heedy mix of sweat, pee and sex. His nose buried into her bum, and his fingers explored her hole. Poppy's lips wrapped around his Mickey and slid up and down the whole length. "This is much better than sucking my thumb" she thought. They rolled over a bit, so she was on top of Daddy, their tongues still exploring each other's most intimate bits. Poppy sat up, almost crushing Daddy's nose with her bum. She shuffled down Daddy's torso, her full pull-up still wrapped around one thigh and bouncing along behind her. Daddy sat up on his elbows to see Poppy slowly guide his Mickey into her bum, lowering herself down until only the base was visible. She rocked back and forth, riding him like he was a pony, while playing with her ‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘Minnie’Minnie’’’’’’’’’’. She turned her head back to Daddy. Her cheeks were red, and the redness spread down her neck and onto her breasts, still covered by her T-shirt. "I think I am about to co-" she started to say, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. Daddy was not close behind, and exploded inside her. They sat motionless for a few minutes, catching their breath. Poppy slowly raised herself up and off Daddy. "I should get you changed now" he said.

She lay down on the rug, and he finally finished taking the pull-up off her, covering her legs with light kisses as he did so. He peeled off her sweaty t-shirt, and uncoupled her bra, revealing her pert, round breasts. He kissed them lightly although they were still very sensitive. He then took her pink swimsuit out of the bag, and carefully dressed her into it. She looked beautiful. He changed also into his swimmers, and finally they were ready for their swim. They completed their walk down to the beach, which had no other people on it, just a few people on boats in the water. Daddy blew up Poppy's Armbands and put them on her, and they walked into the water. After the heat of the morning the cool water was bliss. He helped her float out into the deep section, and pointed out schools of little fish swimming below them.

After their swim Daddy set up a sunshade on the sand, and they hugged as he fed her lunch. Poppy drifted off for another sleep as Daddy watched over his princess and slowly drifted off as well. When he woke up, Poppy was gone. He jumped up with a start peeling his eyes to find her. She was standing in the water, the sea up to her thighs. He ran to her. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Yep, I just needed to pee" she said, releasing a stream through her swimmers into the water below. They smiled at each other, then dived into the water for a big swim. By the time they were finished Poppy was exhausted. It was getting late, and they needed to head back up the long hill. "Piggy Back Daddy" she pleaded, her eyes melting Daddy. He slung the backpack to his front, and Poppy jumped onto his back, as he made the long, slow walk up the hill. "You know this will cost you a massage" he said. He carried her all the way to the top of the hill and along the flat part to the car. By the time they got there he was so tired his legs crumbled beneath him, but he had gotten his Princess back safely, so he felt great.