Summary: A cross-country plane trip is too long for my little girl. Good thing we came prepared!

We’re on our way to the airport for our much anticipated Seattle vacation, but so far it’s been a very quiet car ride. After hearing how nervous you were about turbulence on such a long flight, I insisted that you wear a diaper, just in case. You protested – significantly – fretting that someone might see, or that it might arouse suspicion from those body scanners and you’d be found out during the pat down.

“You have a window seat, and you never know who’s going to be in the aisle. You might not be able to get out in time,” I had tried to reason. “Besides, you’d be far more embarrassed if you had an accident without one, walking off the plane with wet pants and all.” You weren’t having any of it.

“I’m a big girl, Daddy, I won’t get scared!” you promised.

“You’re wearing a diaper and that’s that, now go get one for Daddy while I finish packing your things.” You had scampered off and I figured that would be the end of things, but when several minutes went by without you coming back, I became suspicious. That’s when I found you lying in front of the TV watching cartoons, very quietly so I wouldn’t hear. It would have been cute if we didn’t have a flight to catch. I knew you were being stubborn, but we were already running late. Not acceptable. “Princess,” I growled as I scooped you up, “you need to listen to Daddy.” I sat down on the couch and your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. In one fluid motion, I flipped you over and pulled down your pants. “No!” you yelped as you tried to squirm away, but it was already too late. 20 spanks. I stood you in the corner, pants still around your knees, and told you to think about what you did wrong as I fetched a diaper for you. You were crying a little when I came back, so I made sure to kiss you all over as I laid you down on the floor and wrapped you up tight. “I’m sorry, buttercup, but we have to leave now if we want to make our plane! You’re much too little to risk it on such a long flight. You need to listen to Daddy about this.” You nodded quietly, finally relenting.

Glancing over at you in the car, I thought you might be a little salty about the spanking earlier, but then I noticed your hand – you had tried to hide behind your stuffed bear, but looking closer I could see you slipped it down the front of your pants! You jump a little when you feel my hand on your leg, clearly wrapped up in your own world. Blushing a little bit, you quickly take your hand out and look out the window as if nothing had happened. I smile as I work my hand down where yours just was. I find you dripping wet as I explore you with my fingers. A little moan escapes your lips as you lean into my arm, first nuzzling, then biting my shoulder. You grip the sides of the seat as I rub your clit, your face getting flush and your muscles tensing up. Breathlessly you gasp, “please daddy…!” Just then, I see the exit for the airport. Your orgasm would have to wait; I pull my hand out of your pants and signal for the off ramp. “No.” “HMPH” you pout as we pull into the long-term parking lot. We’re back to riding in silence, but I can see you wiggling a little bit, rubbing against your warm, thick, soft diaper.

We check our bags and shuffle through airport security. You get through without issue, and I can tell you’re not pleased about the “told-you-so” smirk I have on my face. There’s a mexican place in the airport on the way to our gate and it’s obviously caught your eye. Actually, seeing food reminds me that I was so busy packing both our suitcases, I forgot to make lunch! It dawns on me that you might be a little grumpy because of this.

Oh jeeze, I forgot about lunch, I’m sorry! You must be starving!”

You nod vigorously in agreement, “Uh huh!!”

I wrap you up in my arms and kiss your forehead before I whisper in your ear, quietly enough for other people not to hear, “Ok babygirl, let’s get you some food.”

We walk up to the counter, looking at the menu as if we don’t already know what we want. “I’ll have a cheese quesadilla with a side of chips and queso and a drink, and she’ll have the kids-adilla, with guac on it if you could!” The cashier gives me a little bit of a funny look, not sure if it was weirder that I ordered for you, or that I got you the kids meal version of what I was getting. We get our food, fill up our cups and grab a seat at a nearby table. You devour a slice of quesadilla and slurp down your iced tea and start in on another slice before looking up with a mouthful of cheese and guac and saying “thank you, daddy” as fast as you can, crumbs spraying everywhere. Swinging your feet and humming to yourself, you’re clearly feeling better. I check my watch as you offer to clean up for us. When I look up, you’re over at the tea carafe getting a refill. I laugh to myself a little, and think that I definitely made the right call on the diaper. We pass by a bathroom on the way to the gate. You look nervously at it, so I voice what’s probably on both our minds. “Maybe we should quick use the restroom before we get on the plane, what do you think?”

“It’s ok, Daddy, I went at home!”

“You sure? It’s going to be awhile, and I know you get scared in those tiny airplane bathrooms…”

You pause a little, clearly reconsidering before edging a little closer. Standing on your tippy toes, you whisper in my ear, “Daddy… I had a little accident… are you mad?”

I smile broadly as you blush deeply, “No, of course not. Let’s get you cleaned up!”

Leading you over to the family stall, I quickly look around to make sure no one is watching us too closely . “Let’s get you cleaned up, buttercup, but we’ll have to be quick about it!” I murmur as we duck into the room. I lay out a blanket on the changing table, hoist you up, and start undressing you. “Aren’t you glad you listened to Daddy? We didn’t even make it to the plane yet!” Reaching into my bag, I pull out a few things. Knowing we’re pressed for time, my hands work quickly to get you out of your wet diaper, and clean you up with some wipes. “Do I have to wear another one?” you protest. After what just happened, I only need to give you a stern look to get you to cooperate. In no time, I have you powdered and in a fresh diaper. We’re off once again!

Finally feeling a little more prepared for the six hour flight ahead, we board and find our seats. The flight attendant announces that it’s a full flight; so much for my hopes of being able to stretch out across all three seats. I quietly breathe a sigh of relief when an older gentleman sits next to me, thankful that he seems normal and not large, sweaty, or smelly. Drawn by the magical allure of a small airplane window, you’re oblivious to all of this going on. Our seats are just behind the wing, so you get a good look at the technical machinery that will keep us aloft. You’ve got a mixed look of wonder and trepidation, almost skeptical that this aluminum tube can reliably fly. You squeeze my hand as we pull away from the gate, and I return a little reassuring squeeze before kissing your forehead. “It’ll be ok, we’ll be there before you know it!”

With a rumble, a whoosh of air, and that rollercoaster feeling in my stomach, we take off. Temporarily, you forget all about your anxiety as you’re glued to the window, watching the world below get smaller and smaller before disappearing entirely beneath a sea of clouds. Eventually you get bored of this static landscape – white below, blue above, and a hot bright sun shining in – and close the window as I pull out my laptop. “Want to watch Brave?” I ask, knowing that you’ve been wanting to see it since you heard about it. I plug both our headphones into an adapter as you lift up the armrest between us to cuddle. We get some bottles of water and nuts from the flight attendant and quickly become absorbed into this CGI fantasy world. Knowing that planes can be very dehydrating, I call over the attendant for some more water for the both of us, along with pretzels in case you’re hungry. The movie finishes up just as the in-flight meals arrive – nothing too special – and after everything is cleared away, you curl up on me and drift to sleep. I notice the guy next to us is also taking a post-meal nap, albeit in a much less graceful way than you, sprawling out legs akimbo taking up as much space as he can. I push him a little bit away from me to get some breathing space, and thankfully, the three mini-bottles of wine he had with dinner ensures that my nudge doesn’t wake him. Getting comfortable, i lay my head across the top of yours and start to fall asleep myself, the scent of your shampoo filling every breath I take.

Just as I’m about to nod off, the plane feels like it drops five feet. You bolt straight up, immediately wide awake. The intercom crackles to life and the pilot informs us that we’re heading into a bit of a turbulent patch and flips on the fasten seatbelt sign. Great, I think to myself as I lean over and buckle you in tightly. Concerned, you look up at me with worry, but I’m not quite sure if it’s because of the bumpy ride or because it’s been so long since the airport. Hugging both my arm and your bear, you let out a little whimper and squeeze a little tighter with every drop. “You ok?” I ask, stroking your face with my free hand. I can see you starting to fidget a little bit, “We still have half an hour before we land if you want to use the bathroom. Just make sure you hold onto the seats so you don’t fall!” You contemplate this prospect for a bit – walking on unsure footing, not to mention the drunk you would have to climb over, just to get to a gross little bathroom? “I can hold it…” you grumble, “it’s only half an hour. I’m a big girl.”

Luckily, the turbulence subsides, and you glance back at the bathroom, doing some quick math in your head but the pilot solves the equation for you, announcing our descent and asking everyone to remain seated. You slouch back in the chair and loosen your seatbelt a little, hoping for some reprieve. I lean over and open the window, hoping for some perspective, but all we can see is gray as we descend into cloud-ridden Seattle. You’re squirming noticeably by the time the ground comes into view, silently whispering encouragements to the plane in hopes that it can land faster. Trying to alleviate this tense moment I rub your hand a little; you smile weakly back. Your eyes are shut tight as we touch down as if any break in focus might spell disaster. We roll up to the gate and immediately you stand up, never more confident that you’d prove me wrong… but of course there are a lot of people ahead of us, and none of them are in as much of a hurry as you are in this moment. Seeing this long line of people in the aisle, your demeanor suddenly changes. I expect you to be frustrated and bratty, but instead, I see your eyes grow wider as you slowly sit back down. You turn beet-red, “…Daddy!!!!” I chuckle and hold you close, burying your face in my chest. “It’s all right, there there.” The other passengers politely turn away, not quite sure what just happened, but fairly confident that they didn’t want to get involved.

I grab our backpacks and let you trudge slowly off the plane in front of me. Heading into the terminal, I look around for a unisex bathroom again. Spotting one, I grab your hand and start walking over there. “I told you the flight would be too long for a little girl like you!” I chide, “Good thing I brought extras!” I toss your soaked diaper in a trash can that’s a bit too small before cleaning you with a few more wipes. You sit up, ready to hop down and pull up your pants, but I stop you. “Where do you think you’re going, little lady? We still have to grab our bags, and it’ll be a long car ride out to the hotel! Don’t want you to have another accident, now do we?” I can tell you want to protest, but in light of what just happened, you keep your mouth shut and elect to pout instead. I powder you up a bit before wrapping you in a fresh diaper and kiss your tummy. “All set! Now let’s get out of here before they think we’re having sex.” You blush and thank me before I take your hand and lead you down to the baggage claim, both of us eager to get to the hotel where we can play in private.