Daddy's Little Princess: Ch. 1

"G'morning daddy!" A sound exclaimed, followed by the quiet crinkle of a diaper as the weight of a small girl found it's way to my body.
I grunted, sitting upright in my bed, finding my girlfriend, who is also my little princess, sitting in my lap, giving me my wake-up call. I glared angrily at first, but then smiled, gripping her in a tight hug. She smiled, clinging tightly to me.
"Someone's up bright and early. What got you up so early, sweetie?"
"Well... I woke up a bit... Wet..." She said quietly, patting the front of her diaper.
I looked down, and held my hand to the front of it, finding she was indeed wet, "Ah, that's fine, we'll get you changed real quick, and get you some breakfast. Whatcha want today, Hannah-baby?" I said, using one of my many nicknames for her.
"Hmmm... Pancakes?" She said.
I smiled, nodding, taking her hand to walk her alongside me. She smiled back as we left the room, happy to see that i'm awake, seeing as I tend to sleep way too much. I led her to the kitchen, sitting her in one of the chairs at the table. She pouted a bit, not wanting to sit at the table, but chose not to protest, as I started working on the pancakes.
"All I have this time is syrup, unfortunately, so no flavored pancakes. Still, i'm sure you'll be happy." I smiled, as I quickly got her breakfast ready.
I set it in front of her, watching as she wasted no time digging into it, "I forgot to change you, so as soon as you finish let's get you cleaned up."
"Yes, daddy." She smiled, making sure not to talk with her mouth full.
"Good girl." I praised her, ruffling her hair, and making myself a cup of coffee.
After a few minutes of sitting at the table, sipping on my coffee, she finally had finished her food. She smiled up at me, indicating she was done, and I nodded, understanding such response, signaling her to follow me over to the nursery room. I took her in, setting her down on the changing mat and unstrapping her diaper, quickly her cleaned up and changed, daring to tickle her once in a while. She giggled, staring sweetly up at me. After diapering her once more, I patted her belly to let her know she was all done.
"Thank you, daddy!" She smiled.
"You're welcome sweetie. Go play for a bit." I smiled back.
She did so, which allowed me the time to work on some of the stuff I needed to do. However, it didn't last, as I soon recalled that there was something she needed to do as well. She's not only my baby, but also a college student, which she prefers to refer to as 'school' rather than 'college'. Nevertheless, it occurred to me I had not made sure she did her work. With an exasperated sigh, I finished what I was doing to find her in the livingroom once more, sitting on the couch near her.
"Hey, kiddo, have you done your homework yet? Weekend's almost over." I asked, tapping her shoulder to get her attention.
"Huh? Not yet daddy, but I will." She smiled.
"W-well.. Go ahead and do that now, get it out of the way, alright?" 
"But daddy! I wanna play!" She protested.
"I know, and you'll have all day to play if you just get your homework out of the way, right?" I smiled, "Daddy will even help you."
She pouted, "But I don't wanna!"
"C'mon kiddo, it won't take long, can't we just get it done?"
"No!" She pouted, crossing her arms.
I gave a stern look, "Excuse me? Talking back?"
She shook her head, turning away from me. I tapped her shoulder again, trying for her attention, which she ignored. I kept my same stern look, until I could tell she grew more unnerved at it.
"I'd suggest you get going and get started on that homework, hun." I said plainly, to which she responded by nervously standing and heading to her room.
Feeling victorious, I relaxed on the couch, "I'll come help you soon."
I laid there for a bit, relaxing, watching some tv, until I had an aching feeling in my stomach. I should probably make sure she's actually working. She has toys in her room, after all. I sighed again, even louder than last time, standing once more to head to her room, hoping my thought was wrong.
Alas, it wasn't. I entered her room, finding her playing with toys on the floor. Unbeknownst to her I stood inches behind her, watching, crouching down by her side. Eventually, I caught her attention by clearing my throat, giving her another stern glare.
"Interesting homework you have there." I said plainly, showing my irritation.
She pouted, wanting to say something, but not knowing what exactly to say.
"I guess that's it then. Put the toys down, sit on the bed, and wait here. I'll be right back." I demanded.
She did so, nervously, anticipating what's to come. "B-but daddy.."
I ignored that last call, leaving the room, coming back minutes later with a hairbrush in hand, to which she immediately responded to by placing her hands over her bum, shaking her head frantically, "I've given you enough warnings, hun. You were told what to do, you didn't listen."
"D-daddy, please no!" She protested, scooting further back onto the bed away from me.
"It'll be a whole lot easier if you stop protesting, you know. If you fight me, you're only going to make it worse on yourself."
To that she finally scooted closer, realizing I was right. She nervously neared me as I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my lap. I tugged her diaper down below her bum, knowing that would be too much padding. She whimpered in response, but didn't move.
"Five by hand, five by brush, then you do your homework, no questions asked. Got it?"
"Y-yes sir.." She responded quietly.
Soon after, I started, landing the first swat across her bum, causing her to jump a bit and yelp. I continued the swats, one after another, each one making her squirm and yelp, the last one almost bringing her to tears, as I picked up the hairbrush. I rested it gently on her bum, announcing to her what was next. She gulped a bit, but didn't fight back, as I started the final part of the spanking. The hairbrush stung across her bum with each swat, leaving a small imprint with each time it came down, quickly reddening her bum over the course of the five spanks. She now laid still, crying softly over my lap. I carefully tugged her diaper back up, letting her up from my lap and hugging her gently, with her apologizing softly to me.
"It's okay, sweetie. Let it out." I shushed her, cradling her gently.
Soon after she finished crying, I kissed her cheek, pointing to her homework, "Still want daddy's help?"
She nodded, smiling again, "Yes sir."
With that, I sat next to her on the floor, helping her quickly finish her homework. She finished with a slight yawn, rubbing her eyes. I chuckled at seeing this, as she tried to pick her toys back up.
"Ah-ah, kiddo, you're sleepy. You need a nap first, THEN you can play."
"But daddy!" She whined, "I'm not sleepy!"
"Yes you are sweetie. You can barely hold your eyes open. I promise, it'll only be a short nap, then you can play for the rest of the day. Daddy will even play with you." I smiled, bringing her back to the bed once more and laying her down.
Soon after, she fell asleep, now with a pacifier placed in her mouth, covered nearly to her neck with a blanket. I smiled, kissing her forehead and leaving the room. Perhaps this meant I could get back to work... For a while. At least until the nap was over, and I would go back, once more, to being daddy. Then again, not complaining. After all, she is my princess, and I love being her daddy.