Sweet Tooth (Little Cakes, #11)(19)

Elizabeth peeked to the side where he pointed and looked at the large dresser-like item with the padded top. There were drawers underneath and a large open shelf stocked with white folded items. Those aren’t… She shook her head. They couldn’t be.

Her Daddy rubbed her back to reassure her before continuing, “There, I can take your temperature.”

“Not in my bottom,” she interrupted.

“Never tell your Daddy what he can do,” Tom reprimanded her sternly. “All Little girls have their temperatures taken in their bottoms. I have a special thermometer that is thick and long to fill your bottom and accurately measure for a fever.”

“You won’t do that often, right?”

“Oh, no. Once a day will be perfect to make sure you feel well. Sometimes, Little girls don’t tell their Daddies when they’re ill. If you have a fever, that thermometer will be in your bottom much more frequently.”

“I feel great,” she rushed to assure him.

“I’m glad, Little girl. Do you know what else Daddy uses that changing table for?”

“No.” Elizabeth held her breath, waiting to hear what he would share next.

“If you need any medicine, I can give it to you there. There is a stack of diapers to wrap around your bottom if Daddy thinks you need a very Little day.”

“I don’t need one of those,” she whispered.

“Not tonight. Another day, definitely your cute bottom will be wrapped in a diaper. Then, Daddy will put a cute pair of ruffled panties over it. You will look adorable.”

Elizabeth didn’t ask if she’d have to use it. Her Daddy had said he’d take care of her totally. An image of her lying on the changing table as he opened her diaper and cleaned her skin before rewarding her with tickles in her most intimate spaces entered her mind. She tried not to let that scenario arouse her, but Elizabeth could feel herself getting wet.

As if he could read her thoughts, Tom stroked down her spine and dipped under the borrowed T-shirt she wore. He cupped her punished bottom before tracing his fingertips along the cleft between her cheeks.

“Am I going to find that you’re wet, Bunny?”

Refusing to incriminate herself, Elizabeth kept her mouth closed as his fingers drew slowly closer to her core. She knew what he would find.

“You’re soaked, Little girl. Are you always this responsive?” he quietly asked.

“Never. It’s you, Daddy. You treat me differently.”

“I want you to remember that.” His fingers caressed her until she was squirming.

“It’s getting late, Little girl. I’m going to help you get dressed and then I’ll take you back to your car. But first, I’m going to take your temperature. I’m worried that all our activities may have been too taxing.”

“No, Daddy. I’m okay,” she rushed to assure him.

Tom just stood, lifting Elizabeth easily. He walked over to the changing table and gently placed her on it. Before she could protest, her Daddy stretched her hands over her head and secured them to the top of the table with a set of Velcro strips. Elizabeth pulled on the restraints to test them as he turned her easily onto her side. When she automatically tried to roll onto her back, he wrapped a wide strip around her torso and tethered her in place.

“Don’t wiggle too much, Little girl. I don’t want you to roll off.”

“Let me go,” she pleaded.

“Can you be a good girl and keep your knees here? I have more stay strips if you need me to use them,” Tom said, bending her legs.

“I’ll stay just like this,” she promised.

“Thank you, Bunny. I knew I could count on you.” Tom rubbed over her bottom to reward her.

He lifted his hand from her body, and she heard one of the drawers open. Tom pulled out a long thin package and opened it to reveal a thermometer thicker than her thumb. Setting it behind her where she couldn’t see, Tom unsealed a large jar of lubricant and scooped up a good-size dollop on one fingertip.

Elizabeth closed her eyes as he spread her bottom to reveal the small opening hidden between her cheeks. She jumped at the feel of the cold mixture and then froze as he pressed his finger inside and rotated it around to coat her tight channel. Slumping in relief when his finger slid from her body, she stiffened at the feel of the cold instrument he guided inside her. He twirled it several times and it slipped deeper into her.

“Good girl. Five minutes and we’ll see how you feel.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“This makes me feel very Little,” she admitted.

“That’s a good thing, Bunny. Let me get Hortense for you. Don’t budge,” he warned.

“I’ll be good.”

He was back in a minute with her stuffed hippopotamus. “Here she is.”

Tom tucked it into her arms before pulling out another package. After opening it, he held a pacifier to her lips. “Try this, Little girl.”

She felt silly with the thing in her mouth, but it felt good. Elizabeth experimented with sucking on it. It did seem to make her less stressed. Pulling her stuffie to her face between her restrained arms, she hid behind the soft plush.

“Peekaboo!” Tom said, pulling it gently from her face and then releasing it. He played that game several times until she giggled behind her paci.