Kittens

"Kittens" a collab w/ Embie!

Daddy watched with an amused smirk as Crash and Embie fidgeted on the changing mat. Well spanked bottoms in the air, waiting for Daddy.
When he’d initially heard about the party he knew that he wanted to show his kittens off. He’d gotten them matching frocks and ears. He’d intended to leave them diapered, a token of modesty given for good behavior. But of course good behavior wasn’t something his babies specialized in. They’d kicked up such a helluva fuss about matching dresses, that he’d paddled them both and promised to make them further regret their disobedience.
Grinning to himself he ran a calloused hand down one bottom and up another.
“Please, Daddy…we’re very sorry.” Embie whimpered.
“We are! The sorriest! They’re very pretty dresses, Daddy.” Crash agreed, nodding vigorously.
Daddy clicked open the lube and chuckled as they both shivered at the sound.
“You aren’t sorry. But you will be.”
Daddy didn’t bother warming the lube, pressing a slick finger to Embie’s bottom. “You first, little girl.” Daddy stretched her out briefly, enjoying the way she mewled and Crash whimpered beside her. He quickly plugged her, not giving her time to react. Attached to the plug was a softly furred tail that dangled prettily between her legs.
“Now you, Crash.”
Crash huffed and moaned as Daddy’s thick fingers filled him, massaging his prostate as an afterthought. Daddy slide his plug in just as quickly. They knelt, hip to hip.
“You two stay put while I get the diaper bag together.” Daddy said, giving both of their stinging bums a smack before heading to their room to pack.
“Embie! We have tails!” Crash whispered, giving his bum a shake.
Embie whimpered. “This is all your fault!”
“You’re the one who refused to put your ears on.”
“How can we wear a diaper with a tail on?” Embie huffed.
“I dunno.” Their mouths made perfect O’s as they realized Daddy’s plan.
The ride to the party was quiet. Daddy had given them both their binkies and a firm warning to leave them in place before buckling them into the car.
Daddy pretended not to notice the way they tried to tug their skirts down to cover their naked bottoms as they made their way into the loft the party was being held in.
He nudged them ahead of himself, a beatific grin on his face as every Top in the room came to admire his kittens. Hands slide up their skirts, pinching their sore cheeks and fiddling with their tails. Despite their muffled squeals of protest, he could see they were both secretly pleased by the attention.
Once the commotion had died down, Daddy pulled out the diaper bag.
“Come on, kittens. If either of you piddle on the floor, you’ll both be on diaper punishment.” Daddy said casually, putting down the changing mat on the floor in the center of the room.
Crash and Embie gave him garbled protests at being changed in public, but several smacks later had them hip to hip in the diaper position for Daddy.
The other guests took renewed interest as Daddy methodically coated both of their diaper areas with powder. His large hand lingering, teasing.
He diapered Crash first. The little boy sighed happily around his pacifier, grateful to finally have the heavy plug taken out.
But his elation was short lived as Daddy slide his tail through a hole cut in the diaper.
“Gotta have room for kitten’s tail, don’t we?” Daddy asked rhetorically, taping on the diaper efficiently.
Daddy found Embie less cooperative; she wanted the tail out. A hairbrush appeared over Daddy’s shoulder like magic, and several swats later, he was able to diaper her without further fuss.
Two contrite kittens sat on Daddy’s lap, suckling bottles of milk. Daddy periodically fiddled with their tails, tugging and twisting them, enjoying how his kittens keened and squirmed into the touch.
Daddy really enjoyed showing off his kittens.

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