The Secret Life of a Little (DdLg)

I found it very difficult to be a good girl like he often wanted me to. I wasn't supposed to stay up late unless he said so. I couldn't eat cookies unless he said so. I couldn't even drink my baba unless he said so!

My daddy was a very strict daddy. Some of my friend's daddies were so lax. They got to eat all the cookies they wanted, and hardly had a bed time. How unfair!

When I get up in the morning, my daddy always is waiting with a kiss. He helps me out of my pjs and if he's a curious daddy, he lingers on my little girl parts. He lays me down and changes my diappie. If I'm a good girl during diaper change time, I get a nice reward. If I'm naughty, then I get a punishment. Daddy's favorite form of punishment is spankings. I hate spankings! It's owie.

After that, it's breakfast time. I sit still while Daddy feeds me my very favorite breakfast. Cocoa Pebbles! When I'm a good girl, I get to eat along side my best friend, Rindy the stuffed llama. When I'm a naughty girl, I have to eat all by myself. That's just no fun at all.

When I've eaten my breakfast, I get to have playtime. Sometimes, I'll color a pretty picture in my Lisa Frank coloring book. Other times, Daddy interrupts me. He'll pretend he's too busy to notice me because he's doing daddy stuff. But then he'll sneak looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention! Daddy likes to tell everyone that I'm ditzy—an airhead! He's wrong. (Sorry if you're reading this, Daddy!)

Usually Daddy will want to roughhouse with me, tickle me and stuff like that. I love when my daddy takes time out of his day to spend time with me. I love it even more when I can feel Daddy's stiff willie pressing into me, which usually happens when we wrestle around on the floor.

"What's that, Daddy?" I often asked.

He would answer in an instant. "I think you know what that is, little girl."

I'd giggle but act clueless. "Daddy, I don't know what that is, that big bulge..."

Daddy would groan animalistically. "You know... I know you do."

I'd act frightened by it all, dumbfounded.

"You're Daddy's dirty little girl, aren't you?" he'd question.

Pinning me down, he'd crush me under his weight.

"No, I'm a good girl," I'd coo.

Daddy would roll me over so that I was on top of him. His big, rough hands grabbed my ass. "You're a bad girl. You know you are."

He would make me bounce up and down, grinding me against his throbbing crotch.

"No..." I'd protest.

Daddy would take a hold of my pigtails and pull them tightly.

"This isn't how good girls act. Good girls don't ride on their daddies' cocks."

I wanted you to be nicer but that's not how daddies act.

"Get on your hands and knees," Daddy would say. "Now."

I did as I was told. He would kneel over me, bringing his hand down on my ass. "You know you deserve this, don't you?"

"No..." I'd whine.

Daddy would continue to spank my ass even despite my constant begging.

Daddy would eventually pull my diaper down. He would guide his cock into one of my holes so he could violate me.

"You're so bad," he would grunt. "Daddy is so mad at you."

I would plea for him to stop while I'd rub my clit furiously.

When he'd cum, he would slam into me, emptying his load inside of me.

Once he took care of my needs, I'd drink some chocolate milk and then I would go down for a nap. My daddy was a good daddy, even if I'm a bad girl sometimes.