Baby Girls Bath Time
So, young lady. You are refusing to take your bath, you’d prefer to do something else perhaps? Or maybe you are just courting my displeasure deliberately because you know that (despite your protests to the contrary) a forced bathing is much more fun.
So how many times do I have to tell you to go to the bathroom before you actually will scoot off and do as you’re told? Too many obviously. All this whingeing about not wanting a bath has taken us to the point where I can see I have no choice but to scold you and take you by the arm and the seat of your panties and march you into the bathroom myself. You can plead all you like but you’d only get an extra swat for your trouble. I’ll tell you to start getting yourself undressed. And yes, I’d stay to watch, did you think I’d let you wash yourself after all the fuss you’ve made about it?
First we will fill the bath, then we’ll strip you off. If you don’t want me to see you naked, that’ll just be unfortunate for you won’t it? Shoes off, then blouse and skirt. I’ll take your socks off and you’ll sit on the edge of the bath whilst I do it. Then, down to just your undies, you’d stand up for me to finish stripping you. I’d run my finger around the elastic at the crotch of your knickers – around your thigh, under your bottom, circling the gusset. If you fidget you get a spank.
I’d let my fingers travel around the inside of the leg openings, teasing with the lightest touch of my knuckles, then I’d move my hand up over your bottom and pinch the elastic at your waist and pull outward, exposing your bottom. I’d be standing behind you having a good look at your bottom cheeks. Then I’d let go so the elastic snaps against your bottom making it quiver. I’d take hold of the waistband and start to pull down. But you wouldn’t want me to and you’d grab hold, both hands buried between your legs holding the material to your crotch even though your bum is now fully exposed. I’d spank your bottom and warn you to let go but still you’d refuse and I’d have to stand in front of you and physically remove your hands from your crotch. Then I’d place my palm, limpet like, to that triangle of white cotton that hides your dignity and I’d start to rub. I expect my naughty little troublemaker would start to act all naughty, parting her legs and pushing her moistening twat into my hand; probably whilst sucking her thumb and looking all coy if I know her antics. Do you think I should let you grind away to your hearts content or is it time you stopped your nonsense and got in the bath? Some of that reluctance will have vanished so now maybe you will let me take your panties down. If not; if you still want to act up like a brat, you can just wear your sticky knickers in the bath and get them all wet, they need a good wash anyway you
dirty little girl.
But we will have your bra off whether you like it or not. No matter how much fuss you make I’d undo the clasp and peel the cups away and reveal such plump titties and ripe excited nipples on a rude baby girl. Your heart would be racing with a mixture of pride and trepidation as I gaze upon your liberated tits. Your affected coyness as you fold your arms to cover your breasts, hands dug into your armpits, makes me smile. Nothing you can do can hide the pink flush of excitement on your chest. I might just have to ease your arms away and have you place you hands on your head so I can pull and squeeze on your distended nipples till you whimper.
By then of course your bath would be long overdue, so, because I just can’t trust naughty girls like you I’d make you use the toilet first, wouldn’t want you getting the urge to pee-pee in the bath would we? That would be very bad behaviour. And no, I wouldn’t give you any privacy for using the toilet either, I quite enjoy watching the wee gush out from between your legs and you know you have forfeited the right to privacy long ago.
So finally you end up in the bath. All that coyness about me seeing what you have in your panties would be academic, your soaked knickers being totally transparent. I’d dribble cold shampoo on your head and lather it up. Then soapy water smoothed over your breasts and stomach. And shower gel squirted down the front of your panties to make you blush and gulp as my hand follows the oozing liquid on it’s path southward. Then I’d instruct you to get on all fours in the tub and stick that bottom up high. I’d have the shower attachment ready and peel down the back of your knickers, holding the nozzle close to your anus. I’d rub soap all over your bottom, stroking my hand lovingly around your smooth slippery thighs and bum. Your panties would be all sudsy, your bottom glistening, As you’d refused a bath, I’d make sure I did a very thorough job cleaning your bottom. One slimy finger going right up inside your bum. With the dwindling bar of soap in the palm of my hand I’d hold it to your panty gusset, lathering up between your legs. Then I nice rough loofah sawed back and forth.
I expect my dirty little girl will have a problem keeping her bottom still. Anyone would think she’s enjoying her bath now. Well a slap on a wet bum might remind her that she’s being punished. If you have any dirty desires you’d better tell me what is you have on your mind.
And then of course, we can’t have you growing any stubble around your front bottom, so you’d have to pop out of the bath, lay on a big bath towel and spread your legs wide. I’ll smear shaving foam between them. Once you are shaved you are going to look like a little girl even if you don’t feel like one.
With the shave done, and a hot flannel applied to mop up the foam, your little pussy is pink and fresh and very sensitive. Just the merest touch will have my little girl jerking your hips like she’s got an itch she can’t scratch. But Daddy can scratch it. He can run his tongue the length of your baby twat, from your anus to your clitoral hood, rolling the soft folds with the point of his tongue, feeling a convulsive shudder run through your tense thighs.
Your legs fall wider apart in your desire for more attention to be lavished between them. But that treat has to be delayed for a naughty little girl. First I’m going to lift your legs together, and you can hug them, knees to your chest, your cunt, anus and bottom mine to please or punish.
Laying on your back your bottom makes a beautiful target and I’d hold my hand up ready to spank it, making you flinch in anticipation. Then it would connect a hot whack right across your sensitised buttocks. Another blow, and another, then I’d lower my face to your hot pussy and lap at it. My tongue wriggling deep into the tight groove of your perfectly presented labia as it bulge’s out between the cheeks of your peachy bum. My finger teases the sensitive flesh of your anus, worming slowly inside, my tongue still flicking and wriggling around your clit.
Two fingers slip into your pussy, knuckle deep, palm upraised. When I make deliberate beckoning gestures inside you, stroking the front of your pussy, and rubbing above at the fresh baldness outside, you buck your hips at the sensations in your tummy that threaten to make you cum. You turn on to your front, pushing your flushed bottom into the air again. I’d spank it hard and caress the taught hot skin of your arse between each shuddering blow. My hands move over your rump and hold your waist. I’m kneeling close behind you so you can feel the swelling of my cock through my trousers as it presses at your reddened backside. My hands move further up beneath your body to cup your naked hanging breasts. With your swollen, rigid nipples cupped and tweaked in my hands, you lower your head to the floor and I gently massage your breasts as they bob and quiver in my palms….
Belly kisses
The End of Baby Girls Bath Time.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index
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