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“I’m really not that Little,” she mutters, but she doesn’t fight me as I strip her skirt and shirt from her. “I’m not a baby.”
“Oh, my sweet little angel. You could not be more wrong.”
Chapter Six
Kerry
You could not be more wrong.
Those words wrap around my chest, a tight band of anxiety that makes it difficult to draw air into my lungs. He can’t possibly mean…
But then he holds up a thick piece of cotton I recognize all too well.
“No way. I am not wearing a diaper!”
Daddy glares down at me, and it’s all I can do not to whimper at the stern set of his jaw. “You are going to wear it, and you are not going to argue about it unless you want another spanking, little girl.”
I really don’t. Daddy spanks even harder than Mommy, and I have no doubt there are plenty of implements hidden around this nursery.
But I also don’t want to wear the diaper, so I try another tack. Pushing out my bottom lip, I let it tremble, simultaneously widening my eyes until tears form. “Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything else you want if you don’t make me wear the diaper.”
A heavy silence fills the air, so thick I swear I can feel it. Mommy and Daddy share a look laden with meaning, and then Mommy’s mouth curves up in a terrifying smile.
“Do you mean that, angel? You’d really do anything for us in exchange for not wearing diapers?”
“Yes, Mommy.” But even as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could take them back. “Anything” is a bold promise, especially when it comes to the kind of people Maxwell Stone surrounds himself with.
“I see. Hmm.” Trailing her fingers along my inner thighs, sending little jolts of need straight to my pussy, she seems to ponder the implications of what I’ve suggested. “Would you… drink eighty ounces of water a day?”
The question is so far from the sadistic, twisted imaginings of my own mind, that for a moment I can only stare at her. “What?”
A low chuckle pulls my attention to Daddy, whose glare has shifted to a smirk. “Would you eat all your veggies?”
“Take a walk every day?”
“Go to bed on time without complaint?”
“Keep your nursery clean?”
Of all the things they could have demanded of me, these are quite possibly the easiest—and the most ridiculous. I’m just about to tell them that of course I’d be willing to do all the things I’ve been doing on my own for years when I remember I’m supposed to be a hot mess express. As far as they know, I struggle with the most basic aspects of self-care and home maintenance.
If I tell them now that I can easily do all those things, will they still want me? Or will they be disappointed enough to return me to my apartment with no hope of ever finding a Mommy or Daddy again?
That thought is far more upsetting than the prospect of wearing a diaper every day for the rest of my life. So instead of rolling my eyes at the list of “impossible” tasks they’ve given me, I push my bottom lip out even further. “That’s too hard!”
“It’s not too hard for a big girl,” Mommy croons, still stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “But we understand if it’s all a bit much for a baby.”
“Which means you will need to be kept in diapers, since you are very definitely not a Big girl,” Daddy adds, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. “Are you going to be a good girl and let Daddy finish dressing you?”
I’m torn between my desire to prove I’m not an actual child and the aching need for their continued attention. As painful as the past few hours have been, they’ve also given me a glimpse of what it would be like to be someone’s Little girl the way Victoria and her friends are. To be the center of someone’s world, the focus of all their attention and effort.
The ache wins out, and I nod slowly, lifting my hips so Daddy can pull my panties down and off my legs.
“That’s our sweet little angel,” Daddy praises softly as he slides the fluffy cotton beneath my bottom. “You look adorable, babygirl. Would you like a reward for being such a good girl for us?”
My heart beats faster at the promise of a reward. “Yes, please.”
“Mommy, why don’t you play with our angel’s pretty little nipples while I give her the reward she’s earned.”
