With a Soul as Sweet as Cherry Pie

His Touch and Effect

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He cracked the door open slowly, hoping he had oiled the hinges enough earlier in the day so as to prevent the squeaking problem from continuing.  And luckily, the door didn’t make a sound because over in the crib was a beautiful girl who was fast asleep.  And he didn’t want to wake her, not just yet.

The scent of the room was always made sweeter when she was in it. 

He walked up to the side of her crib and lowered it, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.  She looked so peaceful.  He hoped she was dreaming big about being little.  She was an AB Girl.  So her heart longed for the innocence she knew as a little girl.  And her soul had kept that longing within her all her life.  She was an age player and the sweetest BabyGirl he had ever known.  But she was so much more than that to him.  And the sight of her renewed his love for her every time.

There were few things in life he had encountered that were as rewarding and fulfilling as being her Daddy.  A Daddy will often take the same emotion that his BabyGirl feels and he’ll process it in a different fashion, but the resulting conclusion is always the same … a feeling of love and of admiration, both more unconditional than any other emotion which could be attached to any other responsibility in the world.

Her presence always filled the space around her with a sense of overflowing innocence, not really knowing but needing the safety and security that only a Daddy knew how to provide.  And she had chosen him to be that provider.

Neither really knew what they were truly seeking in a Daddy and BabyGirl relationship when they first met one another.  And for the longest time, all they could really find assurance in was that whatever the attraction, they found it in each other. 

Perhaps that was the most important feeling of all:  They didn’t really know how to define the bond between them, but they knew it existed and it was more important than so much else that they often put value in.

Along the way, they had moments when the words of explanation were finally found.  There was a connection between them which seemed to grow stronger as they grew together in life, as they had experiences together, as they saw their future together, being formed in the colliding present.

It wasn’t always perfect, but it was something that constantly moved in a direction that sought it.  They had begun a journey together and the destination was clear to them, even if they still couldn’t put it to words.  It was a comfort in knowing they both felt the same thing.

Lying before him was his BabyGirl. His Princess.  His Passion.  His Purpose.  His Pride.  His Partner in Life.

She was beautiful and had the charm of infancy, wearing a white babydoll nightie, nursing on a pacifier and shifting for the obvious need of attention to her diaper.  She lied on her back, her legs slightly bowed and the blanket which he covered her with when he lied her down for a nap, she had kicked off in her sleep.  It was now a small bundle at the foot of the crib.  Her arms were bent at the elbows and her fingers were balled up into soft fists which rested on either side of her head.

She existed in a world of “little”, presently at least.  For as much as they both dreamed otherwise, there was an adult world they had to function in, but the sentiment of bond and love and emotion between a Daddy and his BabyGirl … those things always remained between them.  It was those opportunities when their “off the beaten path” interest could be explored that they both relished every second they had.

He placed his hand on the area of diaper between her legs.  She didn’t wake, but stirred ever-so-slightly while parting her thighs.  It was instinctive for her and her submission to his touch was as natural for her in her sleep as when she was awake.  

A gesture as simple as that meant so much to him.  Being submissive was that part of her personality she had never allowed to surface before for fear of the vulnerability she would be helpless to avoid.  It was scary for her to want to be helpless … until she met him and found the safety she needed to finally be herself, completely.

Theirs was a foundation erected on trust.  She spoke the truth to him and he to her.  Because of this, they were able to grow together so very quickly. And speaking the truth, no matter whether it was good or bad, was the reason why.  That’s where everything began – namely the connection of their souls.

The bottom edge of her babydoll nightie, draped down over her frame, barely made its way onto her thighs.  Her skin was beautiful and a gorgeous contrast to the white fabric.  From the diaper between her legs, his hand traveled down her thighs.  She was smooth, always smooth, and he loved what her skin felt like.

A sudden whimper of noise took his attention back to her still-dreaming eyes, lightly twitching as she slept, but her face remained as calm and relaxed as could be.  He sat there for a little while, taking in the sight of her.  Her innocence, her purity, her devotion, her understanding, her acceptance, her balance and her reasoning – all of it was evident in how peacefully she lied there.  She was comfortable in the world he created for her and therefore, to be little.

How could he possibly put to words what she meant to him?  Maybe he would never find all the words to fully describe it.  Thankfully, she could see how he felt about her in the words he did find to say, the actions he performed, the things he did for her because of her and the way she was always the reason he made the decisions he made.

He reached for the tiny knapsack in the corner of the crib, a useful idea he thought up.  In the knapsack was all he needed to change her.  It was sort of a travel pack for the journeys of her naps.

He flipped the bottom edge of the nightie up onto her belly.  Placing one hand gently under her navel, he pulled gently at the diaper tapes.  Despite his efforts to be quiet, she finally awoke and shifted herself as her senses of the conscious carried her out of her slumber.  She shivered and then whimpered softly again.  She was fragile as a leaf and relied on a gentle caress to keep her from falling victim to how frail her mind was when she was so little.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered as she opened her eyes slowly and smiled brightly at him with her baby browns.

He watched her shrink up her body and whole frame as she stirred awake and took in all that was around her.  She placed her hands on her belly, a sign that butterflies had entered her and were fluttering in all those places that triggered the little feeling within her.

She threw her arms up to hug him and would’ve sat up to do so as well, but he had all ready unfastened her diaper and that meant she wasn’t to fidget or move.  So he leaned over and hugged her while she remained flat to the crib mattress.

“Did you sleep well, Princess?” he asked with a soft Daddy tone. 

She nodded yes, contently remained still as he sat back up and folded the front of her wet diaper down.  Then she fidgeted at the cool air that had rushed across her now-bare center, shivering this time at the sudden release of warmth.

“Stay still.  Daddy will take care of everything,” he said calmly as she relaxed back into the mattress while he fished through the knapsack for the pack of wipes.  “Daddy is so very proud of you.  You’re being such a good girl.”

He took the wipe to her front, beginning at her hips, moving into the center and downward to her most sensitive areas.  She remained motionless and gazed up at him with an endearment for the kindness within him.  Bending her knees, he curled her legs up and raised her bottom as he trailed the wipe to her backside.

Holding her lower half in mid-air with one hand, he reached into the knapsack again and pulled out the Bambino diaper she had decorated with stickers the night prior.

Their Bambino order arrived in the mail yesterday and she had spent all of last evening decorating the front of each individual diaper with stickers.  She was a fanatic for stickers with a massive collection.  From stars to moons to rainbows to cupcakes to hearts to clovers to horseshoes, the waist bands of these diapers were nothing shy of being inspired by a box of Lucky Charms cereal.

He laid the diaper flat beneath her, spreading it out before taking powder to her bottom.  She closed her eyes, as she always did at this point in a diaper change.  His hand glided from one hip to the next, across her cheeks with a caress in his fingertips.

Then he lowered her bottom into the diaper.  She sighed behind her pacifier and smiled contently, as she always did at this point.  Bringing her legs back to rest on the mattress, he parted her thighs, keeping the elastic leg edging from moving beneath her.

He took the powder to her front and she remained still, mesmerized by all that he did.  It was this moment of staring at him that kept her from seeing his hand wandering up onto her belly, just before he started tickling her. 

At this, she definitely moved, wiggling as much as she could to get away while laughing.  He was a practical joker, but gave in quickly this time to her begging pleas for him to stop.

Folding the front of her diaper up and into place, he fastened the tapes at her hips.  He picked up the bundled baby blanket at the foot of the crib and re-covered her with it.  This produced a horrible fuss from her as she didn’t want to go back to sleep again. 

He smiled at her fuss, leaning forward and kissing her forehead.  She pouted, but settled down.  She knew that Daddy had made the decision and whether she liked his decision or not, she knew that once again he made the decision with her well-being in mind.

Before leaving the room, he knelt alongside her.

 “Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered, tracing her jaw line with his fingertips.  “It’s naptime still.  And Daddy wants you to go back to sleep.  If you don’t, you’ll get tired too soon and you won’t be happy later on.  And Daddy doesn’t want to see that.  You are a precious little girl with a soul as sweet as cherry pie.  There is nothing more important than seeing to it that you are happy.  But right now, you need to sleep because Daddy said so.”

He kissed her once more on the forehead before standing and raising up the side of her crib.

“Sleep well, BabyGirl,” he said, looking down at her.  “Daddy will be waiting for you on the other side of your dreams.”

He turned to walk away.  She quickly took the pacifier out of her mouth and called out to him.

“Daddy,” she said in a sweet, small voice.

He turned back to her.

“Yes, BabyGirl?” he asked.

“I really love you … lots,” she said softly.

“And I love you, BabyGirl,” he replied.  “And I’ll always love you with everything I am and everything I have to give.”

“That’s all I’ll ever need,” she said.

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Her Whispered Desire

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She awakened to the sound of her diaper tapes being unfastened. It was a calming way to re-enter from the world of dreams and one she had experienced many times. But with the stirring of her senses came the realization of why she was being changed. Instantly, the discomfort caused her to shift her hips and fidget. Her mind, still searching for the clear path out of the dream state she was in, also sought to find the comfort she had been instilled with when her Daddy laid her down at the beginning of this nap.

He was so gentle, not just with her body, but with her senses, numbing them when she was overwhelmed and exciting them when she was saddened by something. It was as if he was a step ahead of her thoughts. And that was a reassurance she loved.

“Shh, shh, shh,” she heard him whisper in that Daddy tone.

His voice was rich with a caring and nurturing quality he changed to match her current state-of-mind. She often called it the Daddy voice and every time he used it, she fluttered inside with a littleness that made her very happy.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and smiled. There was no greater joy she could feel than that which welled up inside her at moments like this. He was the only thought on her mind as she drifted off to sleep. He was always in her dreams and now he was the first thing she saw when she woke up, filling her baby brown irises with all the sentiments of love that sight could provide.

She extended her arms up to him with all the little girl glee inside of her. She wanted a Daddy hug, but she didn’t sit up to get it because he had unfastened her diaper. And when he did that, it meant she wasn’t to move until he was done changing her.

If she followed his directions, he would praise her for being a good girl. And when she heard him say those words, it made her heart beat faster. It meant everything to her that he was proud of her. And it made her feel so little that he made up a set of rules for her to follow. She took pride in those rules because they were her rules, no one else’s. And she was expected to follow them, an expectation she happily accepted.

He leaned in and hugged her, putting one arm behind her neck and the other behind the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly, placing the side of her face on the side of his neck. He felt so good in her arms. He was warm and being his BabyGirl had become as natural as could be.

He asked her if she slept well and she nodded, trying not to giggle from how she could feel his voice vibrating through his neck. She was a very ticklish little girl, after all – a truth about her he often used to his advantage.

He sat back up and she remained still for him, nursing from her pacifier and watching him. His movements were fascinating to her. From his posture to the way his arms moved and how they moved his shoulders. They were truly just little details, but she was little. And little minds were affected by little things.

She took in her surroundings, from the touch to the emotions attached. Everything felt soft – the cover on the crib mattress, her nightie, the countless stuffed animals that always lay with her in the crib, his hands and his heart. And all the softness was filled with love. There was a purpose behind keeping her in a place which such comfort. She had a very gentle way about her, when little or big, and such an inviting, welcoming environment was what she needed to retreat into when resting. It wasn’t so much a condition as it was the realization that the most tender of hearts will long for what it needs the most … a safety so real and everlasting that she can physically feel it. And he provided it for her, driven by that need to protect.

He folded the front of diaper down, laying it flat to the mattress as cool air rushed over her now-bare center. She shuddered and then fidgeted, losing the commitment of being still for a moment, but it was his words and the tone in which he spoke them that relaxed her back into the mattress.

There were a lot of moments about being changed, each with its own special feeling that made it such a bonding experience for the two of them. And from beginning to end she would feel vulnerability, helplessness, insecurity, adoration, affection and dependence. He would guide her through every one of them. Lying in front of him, exposure was added to that list, not just physically but of her identity. She had wet her diaper and her little feeling became very little when she thought of it.

His words of praise made her feel incredible to be alive and they echoed in her ears even after he was done saying the:

“Daddy is so very proud of you.”

“You’re being such a good girl.”

Oh, how she loved him and how she could freely regress in his care. He was a special soul to have not only indulged her in her little fantasies, but to have evolved them into as much reality as possible. When it was time to be big, it was time to be big and she accepted that. Right then and there, in that crib, was not such a time. She did nothing but lie and there and soak in the emotions of how little he made her feel and how loved she was.

Part of what made it all so meaningful was that she knew it would never change. She could always trust that he would keep the fortress of safety around her at all times. And all she needed to do was speak from her heart. Being open and honest with him about how she felt equated into that same return from him. Not speaking up would lead to a problem continuing to be around and to grow. And she didn’t want that.

He took a wipe to her skin, using the gentleness she had come to expect from him. And then he raised her legs and bottom into the air. There may not have been a moment when she felt littler than this. He took the wipe back to her bottom with that same caressing touch. His care always touched her deeply, on the inside, too.

She could hear the rustling of the new diaper being placed beneath her on the mattress and it filled her with happiness. Oh yes, she was a BabyGirl. And that was her diaper. And she was going to enjoy being dressed in it, seen in it and eventually changed out of it. It was reassurance that her littleness would continue. And she adored him for all of this.

It was another experience that she could call her own, not just for the bond she shared with her Daddy which made it all possible, but for the fact that it all affected her so sincerely, touching places in her soul that had never been reached before.

And the powdering, first to her bottom, was the sweetness of this icing. It not only filled the air with its scent, but trailed her skin with a silk-like feel which was Heavenly. He lowered her bottom into the new diaper and she instantly sighed, smiling at how soft it felt. Bringing her legs to rest on the mattress, he continued the silkening trail of powder to her front area.

She was in a state of bliss, focusing in on how the sensations of his touch had affected her. It was because of this that she didn’t prepare herself for his wandering hand. He began tickling her belly and she tried to get away but couldn’t. She delighted in how he kept everything fun while being sweet.

Normally, he wouldn’t have tickled her in a situation similar. When she was tickled, sometimes she peed, but she was empty at that point, having all ready done that in her diaper. So it was safe for him to tickle her.

She pleaded with him to stop and he did so in short order, folding the front of her diaper up and into place, fastening it at her hips. But then he went for the baby blanket which she had kicked off. Her heart sunk, knowing he was going to make her go back to sleep.

She mumbled a pout behind her pacifier, followed by a whimper. But she knew he had made his mind up and she knew he was thinking of her.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead before kneeling alongside her and melting her heart with his words. She didn’t feel like she was being scolded, but she felt like a little girl who was being shown the love from her Daddy’s soul.

And because of how he cared, she knew she would love him forever. That was the greatest feeling of all … the Happily Ever After part. They would work together to perfect what it would take and they would find the answers. Sometimes when they found one of those answer, they would whisper it in the other’s ear because as any couple that shared Daddy/BabyGirl Dynamic of Love knew, the truly important things were always whispered because they were only intended for one person to hear.

He kissed her once more on the forehead before standing and raising up the side of her crib.

“Sleep well, BabyGirl,” he said, looking down at her. “Daddy will be waiting for you on the other side of your dreams.”

He turned to walk away. She quickly took the pacifier out of her mouth and called out to him.

“Daddy,” she said in a sweet, small voice.

He turned back to her.

“Yes, BabyGirl?” he asked.

“I really love you … lots,” she said softly.

“And I love you, BabyGirl,” he replied. “And I’ll always love you with everything I am.”

“That’s all I’ll ever need,” she said.

He left the room, leaving the door cracked ever-so-slightly. She looked at the door and smiled, thinking of him before closing her eyes and nestling in. Whispers were on her mind and a final one left her lips before she slipped back into the dream world.

“You are all I’ll ever need, Daddy.”

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