Summary: Rainy days can be lots of fun!

The pitter-patter of rain on the roof is starting to get on my nerves. It has been raining all week, not only making for a lousy commute but spoiling my big weekend plans as well. No zoo, no ice cream, no balloons, just wetness and mud. You don’t seem to mind it though. Looking out the rain-spattered windowpane, I see you jumping from puddle to puddle with great concentration and forethought to make the biggest splash in each one.

Plenty of time for that later, though. Opening up the back door, I call out to you, “Come on back inside, Buttercup! I’ve made us some lunch. Hurry on inside before it gets cold!” Without skipping a beat, you hop back toward the house, looking somewhat duck-like with your bright yellow raincoat and orange boots.

“Whaddja make, daddy? Did you grill me a cheese? Did you see all those splashes I made!?” you blurt out breathlessly as you kick off your galoshes. I give you a stern look before you can toss your coat on the sofa, so you begrudgingly trudge over to the hall to hang it up neatly.

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Perfect rainy day lunch, don’t you think? Let’s get you cleaned up a bit and out of those damp clothes.” Clearly, it’s exactly what you were hoping for – your eyes light up before bounding up the stairs, leaving me a few steps behind. I pick out a nice cozy shirt and sweatpants for a lazy afternoon and lay them out on the bed.

“Up!”

Dutifully, you raise your arms above your head so I can pull off your wet sweater before wrapping you with a towel. I pull off your pants, instructing you to lift one leg at a time, peeling off your soaked socks as well. Standing back up, I slip my hand down the front of your diaper.

“Your clothes aren’t the only thing that are soaked, huh!” I tease, “You were out there an awfully long time. Did my little Princess have an accident?” Bashfully, you nod and look away, hoping to disappear inside of the big fluffy towel. I give you a reassuring kiss on the nose before laying out a changing blanket on your bed and setting you down gently. “It’s ok, little girls have accidents sometimes, especially when they’re having too much fun to notice they have to go to the bathroom. Daddy will make it all better!” I wipe you down and rub some powder into your skin, taking my time and enjoying the content (though blushy) look on your face, now hidden behind your hands.

“You’re being such a good girl today. How would you like a little treat before lunch?”

Wide eyed, you peek out through your fingers. Changing you always gets me hard, and even with your vision obstructed you can see the bulge in my pants. You bold toward my zipper, eagerly taking my cock into your mouth. All thoughts of lunch forgotten, you take your time kissing and licking me up and down, slobbering all over me. “What a messy little girl,” I remark. “Uh-huh”, you blush, taking me deeper and deeper.

“I know what my Princess would like,” I say as I take your head into my hands. I push you back onto the bed before grabbing your hips and flipping you over. You barely have time to say “Yes please!” before i slip inside you from behind. With no one else around, you can be as loud as you want, and you definitely don’t need to be reminded as your moans and cries echo through the house. Your hand darts down toward your clit, but I grab your wrist and twist it behind your back.

“Did you ask permission?”

“Please! Daddy! Please can I touch myself!”

It doesn’t take long after I release you. I can feel you tense up around my cock, your whole body flexing as your orgasm washes over you. Thrusting one last time, I pull out and come all over your back, far more than I was expecting. Panting, you collapse into your cozy bed while I clean you up. I slip you into a fresh diaper as you lay there in your post-coital glow, and playfully give you a spank as I remember what waits for us downstairs.

“C’mon, Princess, time for lunch. Afterwards we can pop in a movie and you can fall asleep in my lap with your bear. Doesn’t that sound good?”

You sleepily nod, pulling on the clothes I set out for you and searching for White Bear. For a moment, we only hear the sound of the rain on our glass windows. You wait for me to come take your hand before we both head back downstairs together, satisfied, safe, and loved.