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“Perhaps another time, princess. Tonight is all about you.”
“Well, who am I to argue with being the center of attention?”
Tossing his head back, he laughs. “I thought you might see it that way. First, you need to potty.”
He isn’t wrong. There is a pressure in my lower belly that’s been making itself known since I woke from my nap. But it’sembarrassing to be reminded like a literal child, all the same. “I’m not an actual baby, Jasper. I know when to use the bathroom. Now, if you’ll give me some privacy?”
“I will not. And after the way you’ve acted today, I’m afraid you’ve lost the right to use the potty like a big girl. Now, who am I, Juliet?”
Shit, shit, shit. “Sorry, Daddy. It was an accident.”
“Accident or not, you are clearly feeling far too big for your britches right now.” Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turns me to face the large mirror above his sink. I watch as one large, tan hand wraps around my throat, tilting my head back ever so slightly, while the other makes its way down my body.
Need, fear, anticipation all swirl inside me as I watch his hand drift lower… lower… lower…
But he stops well north of where I want him to go and a needy whine slips from my lips.
“Do as you’re told and I might reward you, sweet Juliet,” he whispers in my ear as his hand presses on my stomach.
No. Not my stomach, I realize with growing horror. Right on that spot where the pressure has already been building, making my need to relieve myself more and more urgent as he bears down.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl!” I press my thighs together, desperate to hold the urgent need at bay until he releases me. “I just forgot!”
“Then this will help you remember how Little you actually are, won’t it? I suggest you stop fighting me, Juliet. If we’re late to dinner, I’ll have to spank you right in front of all your uncles and your Auntie Cat.”
My uncles? Plural? “Daddy, no!”
The hand on my bladder presses even harder. “Then stop wasting time, princess. Use your diaper like the good little baby you are.”
At several points during the day, I had thought he couldn’t humiliate me any more than he already had. And every single time, he found a way to up the ante.
Although, is this really worse than being forced to empty my bowels in front of a complete stranger?
Strangely, that thought helps me to relax. If I could bear everything that happened at Doctor D’s office, surely I can bear this as well.
Closing my eyes, I try to pretend I’m actually sitting on a toilet instead of being held captive in my stepbrother’s embrace as he forces me to piss myself.
“That’s my good little baby,” he says, his voice dropping to a lower purr as his lips brush over the shell of my ear. “You can do it, Juju. I believe in you.”
I believe in you. When was the last time, if ever, anyone had said those words to me?
I can’t remember, and as if by magic, they seem to unlock something inside me. A heartbeat later, my bladder releases, and the soft sound of me pissing my diaper reaches my ears.
“You did it.” Jasper’s voice is filled with awe as the hand that had been pressing on my stomach slides lower, cupping my heavy, soaked diaper. “I’m so fucking proud of you, princess.”
My eyes flutter open, taking in his expression, full of wonder and joy. And something inside me shifts, almost like a puzzle piece clicking into place.
I did that. I gave him this. Me. Nobody else.
A fierce sort of pride fills my chest at that thought. “Did I do a good job, Daddy?”
His gaze shifts, meeting mine in the mirror, and I see my own pride reflected in his eyes. “You did averygood job, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you. In fact… I think you’ve earned a reward.”
Before I can ask what he means, he moves his hand again. Sliding it up over the waistband of my diaper.
Insidemy diaper.
Holy shit.