Potty Time for Amy
It was a hot day and so she as only wearing a vest and a pull-up. She was holding and icy pole in her hand, that was rapidly melting all over the place. Daddy found her in the living room dripping ice-lolly all over the sofa, and so the little girl and the dripping ice-lolly were swiftly moved into the kitchen to be cleaned up. Amy squirmed as daddy tried to wipe the sticky mess from her face and hands. She hated it when he did that.
Once released from Daddy’s grip, Amy was once again tearing around the house. She was hyper and daddy was starting to regret giving her that second cup of lemonade. She was jumping from one dinning room chair the other and then on the kitchen table. Then she pulled the tablecloth of from the table and was pretending to be a ghost, which she thought was hilariously funny. Daddy did too but he was also concerned that she was going to smash into something and moment as she headed towards the expensive stereo equipment.
“Ok Amy, enough playing ghost. Put the cloth back on the table please” he said with no reaction from Amy. She was in fits of giggles.
“Amy, you best start calming down now otherwise I will put you to bed or worse, sit you in your high chair for the afternoon. ” he said trying to grab the little mischievous ghost.
“Do you want to be put in your high chair?” he said sternly. She was a fast little runner.
“NO!” came a stubborn little voice from under the table cloth as she continued to run away. This was a fun game now. The more daddy chased her the more she laughed and ran away.
“Ok game over. You are going to hurt yourself in a minuet. Last chance before its highchair time”, he was getting hot and cross now, but Amy was keen to continue the game.
Once caught he took the tablecloth away from her and picked her up.
‘Right Madame, you can sit in your chair for a little while and calm down, while daddy does some tidying up” he said as he sat her in the chair and tried to strap her in. However she had gone all stiff in the middle and was making it difficult to do up the buckle.
“Amy, sit down properly and behave, you are on your last warning”. Once she was in properly he replaced the tray and then gave her a Postman Pat book, in the hope that would be a distraction.
It happened all to quick for her to get away, and the hot, sticky little girl grizzled as she tried to get out of her chair. Daddy ignored the whining and the tears and instead finished the washing up and then made her a sippy cup of water.
“There you go baby. That should cool you down” as he placed it on her tray.
Amy drank it. She was little calmer now and was turning the pages of the book, looking at all the wonderful pictures. She loved Postman Pat, and often wondered what it would like to live in Greendale, with all the other village characters. She started to hum the tune to the TV program and daddy smiled. When she was good she was very god, but when she was bad she was very very bad. Daddy left her too it. While she was calm and unable to get into any mischief, daddy went and watered the garden.
When he came back Amy was still concentrating on her book, however she was holding tightly onto her ’Jenny’ and wiggling a little in her seat. Daddy immediately knew that she needed to pee.
“Do you need to go wee wees sweetheart?” he asked.
“In a minute daddy I am busy” she replied in her best-grown up voice. It was hard to imagine Amy ever being grown up, as she sat there in her high chair reading her book. He hair a little stuck to her forehead from the heat and her cheeks flushed ruby red. In daddy’s eyes she was always going to be his little girl.
“I’ll go and get your potty while you finish your book princess” daddy said as he went to the bathroom.
“Ok, it potty time. Lets gets get you out of your chair. I want you sit on the potty for daddy. You are going to be my big girl and do a wee wee”, he said as he unstrapped her and lifted her down.
Amy eyed up the potty as daddy pulled down her pants. She still wasn’t so sure about it. Although she liked her big girl pull-ups she still wasn’t used to peeing in the potty.
“Ok sit down poppet and do pee pee. Its ok the potty won’t bite you”, daddy said reassuringly.
“NO” shouted Amy as she picked up the potty and threw it across the kitchen floor.
Whack! Came the sound of Daddy smacking Amy’s bare bottom.
“That’s was a very naughty thing to do Amy” daddy said as he gave her a very angry look. “If you can’t be a big girl and use the potty then its back to nappies for you’. Amy stood there unsure of what to do. She didn’t know why she threw the potty, or why she was didn’t like it. Her bottom lip trembled at the same time as giving daddy her best cross little girl look. Her bottom stung from the smack daddy just gave her.
Daddy grabbed the little girl by the arm and dragged her into the bedroom. She kicked and screamed and repeatedly cried, “no nappies daddy, no nappies daddy”.
“Well as you have been so naughty I am afraid it is nappies for you, I also think a nap won’t do you any harm, no go and lie down on your changing mat and calm down”, he said as he went to the draw to get out a nappy and some rash cream.
Amy was tired and grumpy, but she did lie on the mat like as she was told to and immediately her thumb went into her mouth. She sucked sleepily. She was cross at daddy but at the same time she was confused. She wanted to be a big girl but she also wanted her nappies.
“I think my little girl is tired and needs a nap”, daddy said as he knelt down in front of her and patted her tummy. He popped her dummy in her mouth and lifted her legs up in the air. He generously applied some nappy cream on her sore bottom and around her ‘jenny’. Then a nappy was placed under her bum and pulled up tightly between her legs. Daddy expertly tapped up the sides so it was securely in place. It wouldn’t be long before it was wet.
“Ok into bed poppet” said daddy patting her padded bottom as she crawled under the covers. ‘That’s a good girl, you go bye byes and then daddy will come and wake you up in a little while”.
Amy sucked on her dummy and watch sleepily as daddy went out the room and closed the door.
The End of Potty Time for Amy.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index
The story originally came from: https://www.wettingwonderland.com/story-time/