Kinky Sex Link

From PamperedPenny.com.

“No!” Kim cried, shrinking back into the couch.

“Yes, baby. It’s the only way to work through all of this.” Dr. Barber set the things down on the coffee table and gently, but firmly, took the pillow away from Kim. The girl stretched her arms out after it as it was taken away, whimpering.

“My, but I’ve never seen a girl who needed so little coaxing to regress!” Miss Barber ran her fingers through Kim’s hair and they looked into one another’s eyes for a moment. “Would baby like a teddy rather than just a pillow?”

“Uh-huh.”

Dr. Barber turned back to the drawer and, as she did, a part of Kim’s mind rallied against the increasing oddness of the situation. Just get up and leave. You can go wait in the coffee shop around the corner. Once you tell Mom and Dad, they’ll never ask you to come back here again. Just walk out the door before she even turns around again! But Kim stayed.

Dr. Barber turned back, holding a light brown bear with a red kerchief around his neck. He wasn’t new by any means. His fur was matted and rubbed off in many places and his button eyes had lost all of their shine. One of his ears was even half gone. He was nothing if not shabby—and instantly recognizable.

“Blue-boo!” gasped Kim. “Where–”

“Your mother brought him over. I thought it might help.” Kim grew a little frightened as she realized that her parents might know more about this than she had assumed. It showed in her eyes. “Yes, your mommy and daddy have a very good idea of what’s going on here. They don’t know everything, but they know enough that if they did know everything it wouldn’t phase them. Now take your teddy–” Kim took the bear into her arms and cuddled up against it. “–And lie down like a good little girl.”

Kim obeyed, perhaps a little slowly, but only because she was transfixed by Dr. Barber’s lovely, low voice. The therapist’s dark eyes seemed to be drinking in the pale green ones, hypnotizing the young girl into puerile submission. She began to undress her, drawing off her shoes and unbuttoning her jeans.

“No,” said Kim, still speaking in her charmingly infantilized voice. She gently tried to push Dr. Barber’s hand away from her fly, but there was no conviction in her protest, no power in her movement, and the good doctor simply ignored her. Kim even lifted her hips to better allow her to remove her pants and panties.

Before Kim could put her bum down again, Dr. Barber opened the diaper and slid it underneath her.  Then she twisted open the baby powder and sprinkled the wonderful stuff all over Kim’s open lap. Kim shivered and even moaned a little as Dr. Barber’s fingers spread the cool, sweet powder over her clitoris and between her labia.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yeah.” Kim arched her back and put her thumb in her mouth. Dr. Barber kept rubbing, massaging Kim, who was blatantly enjoying the attention, pushing her mons against the therapist’s hand.

Dr. Barber chuckled. “That’s hardly appropriate behavior for a baby girl. And yet so many adult baby girls seem to enjoy being played with at changing time.”

Kim cuddled her teddy in the crook of her arm, flinging her other arm over her head and spreading her legs wider. “Rubby…” She knew what was happening was probably not, in the strictest sense, right. But Dr. Barber was a therapist. If she said it was okay for Kim to cum in her diapers, then it was okay. Wasn’t it? She opened her eyes and looked at the older woman, looming over her.

Dr. Barber was rather attractive. Her dark hair was swept up into a practical bun, little tendrils of hair tucked behind her ears. Her breasts were large and strained against the buttons of her white, collared shirt. She also wore a black pencil skirt, stockings, and heels. Pearls were fixed to her lobes and hung from her neck. Black, plastic eyeglasses framed her almond-shaped eyes. She was now unbuttoning the top few buttons on her blouse, allowing her cleavage to tumble into view, growing deeper and more enticing as each strained button popped open. Her other hand dutifully remained between Kim’s legs, manipulating her clitoris and teasing her lips.

“Does Kimmy want titty?”

Kim felt herself flush. “Want.”

“Want, what?”

Kim could only knit her brows and stare up at Dr. Barber’s now revealed lace bra.

“Yes, Mommy,” the therapist prompted.

Kim almost came, but managed to pull herself back. “Yes, Mommy!”

“Good girl.” Dr. Barber drew her hand away, leaving Kim’s slender hips still searching for it, and began to tape up the diaper.

“Mommy!” shrieked Kim. “Rubby, Mommy!”

Dr. Barber chuckled. “Not right now, baby. First titty. Then little Kimmy can have what she wants.”

Kim almost threw Blue-boo, but before she could, Dr. Barber was on the couch next to her, drawing her up and removing her bra from under her top, positioning her under her full breasts, and removing her own bra.

To be continued…