His Sweet Little Treat

I looked like a stripy little lollipop! Cute as a button and 100% more edible, too - buttons were rarely edible, and Daddy had needed to scold me about that about a hundred bajillion times - but I was fine to eat, to gobble up! I posed in the mirror, tugged on the strap of my shortalls, and twirled a bit from one side to the other, crinkling faintly.

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"Princess?  Come here, please." 

Daddy called from the other room and my face lit up with excitement.  He was gonna be so proud of me for dressing myself!  I had my shoes on and everything, if we wanted to go to the park!  I hurried out the bedroom door and ran into the living room, then stopped dead in my tracks.  There, in front of me, next to Daddy, was my boss, Mrs. Ainsworth.  Panic turned my stomach and my heart began to race.

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"Well, Doug, seems like I owe you dinner," My boss quipped with a smirk, putting her hand on Daddy's shoulder. What did she mean by that?! Why was she touching Daddy? Why was she using his name? No no no! No dinner, no touchies! I stomped my foot, all embarrassment stripped from my face. 

"No. No! NO! NO NO NO!" Here was the tantrum.

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"Relax, princess," Daddy said, stepping away from Mrs. Ainsworth and rubbing his palm along my cheek.  On instinct, I settled down, falling into him.  Every time he touched me like this, I would melt like chocolate in his hand.  But I looked up at my boss in fear and panic.  Then Daddy explained. 

"I've been talking to Megan about your job.  Girls your age don't need jobs, and I make enough money for the both of us." Girls my age.  I remembered what I was wearing, the thick diaper between my legs, and suddenly... suddenly I was extremely embarrassed.  Oh god...

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"But Da....Da...." Fine, whatever, out with it... "Daddyyyyyyyy...." Long, drawn-out, mewling little sound that happened to be, it was my secret weapon. "I wanna work... an' Mizz Aintsworf," Which was how I said her dang name when I was this littled out, "says she needs me, riiiiight?" I looked up at my boss, embarrassed, adorable, fluttering lashes.

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"On the contrary," my both said with a bright smile, "I think this position fits you quite nicely.  I'm sure we can find a replacement at the office." I pouted and pushed my face into Daddy's shirt.  This wasn't fair!  I... I could be a big girl!  But did I want to be...? "I'll send your final check out in the mail," Mrs. Ainsworth said. "I'll address it to your Daddy." I stuck out my tongue in defiance, but it didn't change the facts: from now on, I was to be Daddy's little girl full time.