Chapter Ten

Natalie

Diapers. Doctors. Spankings. What the hell else does my sadistic Daddy have in store for me today?

“Can’t I use the bathroom? Please, Daddy?” I put a little whine into my voice, remembering what he said last night about how much he enjoys hearing it. Maybe if I’m pitiful enough, he’ll let me off the hook.

No such luck.

“Absolutely not. Little girls use their diapers, not the toilet.”

“But I don’t like it.” I whine again, widening my eyes a bit as I pout up at him.

Pure, wicked amusement lights his eyes as he gathers my wrists into one hand and runs his free palm down my torso. “My sweet little kitten. When have I ever given you the impression that any of this is about what you like?”

Okay, that’s a fair question. “I dunno.”

“Then let me be very, very clear.” Pressing on my abdomen, he smiles down at me, the slight baring of his teeth sending a shiver up my spine.

“You are here because I wanted you here. You are my Little girl, and everything you wear, everything you eat, everything you do is purely for my enjoyment. While I am willing to take your preferences into consideration for some things, at the end of the day, you exist for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone.”

Suddenly, this no longer feels like something I’m just playing along with until I can get myself off the island. Staring up at him, with that jagged scar running down one side of his face and that predatory gleam in his eye, I am very, very aware of how dangerous Evander Hawthorne really is.

The pressure on my abdomen increases and just like the night before, I realize I’m fighting a losing battle. But I’m still not quite ready to give in, not yet.

“I fucking own you, Natalie Quinn Bauer. So if I want you to piss in your diaper before I strip you bare and spank your ass red for lying to me, what are you going to do?”

I want to argue, to say I didn’t lie. But I did. I lied straight to his face, and there is nothing I can say to excuse that. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper, the tears in my voice no longer for show. Guilt churns in my stomach at the knowledge that I was a naughty, naughty Little girl.

Some voice in the back of my head screams at me that I'm being ridiculous. That he has no right to demand honesty from me after he paved the way for me to become trapped on this island. And yet, the guilt remains, so strong I find myself thinking it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten yet today or I might be sick all over myself.

“I’m sure you are sorry, kitten.” His voice is a low growl as he presses even harder on my stomach. “And you will be even more so by the time I’m through with you. But if you want to be my good girl again, you’re going to need to do as I say and use your diaper.”

Closing my eyes, I swallow hard and focus on my bladder. This is so much harder than it was the night before, maybe because then I wasn’t in trouble. Last night, it was just some new, curious thing to try. And even though it embarrassed me, I still chose to participate.

Now… Now I am keenly aware of how thoroughly and deliberately my choices have actually been stripped from me. And submitting to that loss of autonomy, that loss of free will, is so much harder than I ever imagined.

Eventually, though, my body gives in and soon the sound of my bladder emptying itself into the soft cotton of my diaper fills the room.

“That’s my good little kitten.” Ducking his head, Evander rewards me with a surprisingly sweet kiss. “If you’d been a good girl and told the truth about going to the doctor, you could be playing in a bubble bath right now. But you weren’t a good girl, were you, Natalie?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

Rolling off me, he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me over his lap with such ease it makes my breath catch in my throat.

I knew he was stronger than me, but for some reason now I am very aware of how much bigger and stronger he is.

Strong enough, certainly, to keep me right where he wants me no matter how hard I fight him.

My soaked diaper is unfastened, but he doesn’t pull it away.

He merely folds it down in the back, forcing me to lie in my own piss as he cups my bare ass in his large, calloused hand.

“The next time you lie to my face, I will take my belt to your naughty bottom before I fill it with Daddy’s cum. Am I understood, little one?”

Fear tightens my throat, robbing me of speech, so I nod.

“Good girl. For your sake, you should hope it doesn't come to that.”

His hand connects sharply with my ass, drawing a shocked squeak from my lips.

It doesn’t hurt quite as much as the switching did, but it’s more than enough to have me second-guessing all my life choices.

Every swat layers fresh pain over the previous ones, igniting a fire across my ass.

And since my instinct is to wiggle away, to try and evade his punishing hand as much as I’m able, I end up squirming against my soiled diaper as the fire grows hotter and hotter.

An exceptionally hard swat to the lowest part of my ass finally loosens my tongue. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for, kitten?”

My breath catches in my throat and tears burn against the backs of my eyes as the pain threatens to overwhelm me. “I’m s-sorry I l-lied!”

“Are you ever going to lie to Daddy again?”

Probably. I mean, realistically, yes, if I want to get off this island at some point. But I’m smart enough to know that answer will only end with a more painful punishment so I give him the answer I know he wants. “No, Daddy, I swear!”

Two more hard swats cap off my punishment, leaving me a sobbing, snotty mess over his lap.

“Shh, kitten. It’s all over. Daddy’s right here.”

Since Daddy is the person who just roasted my ass, it seems counterproductive to consider him a source of comfort. But he is, against all logic, the only person I want right now.

“Lucas,” he calls, raising his voice slightly, and I realize with growing horror that my Papa must be close enough to have heard everything. “Will you come run our little one a bath?”

The door to Evander’s bedroom opens, and I bury my face in my arms to avoid looking at Lucas. “You haven't even gotten out of bed yet, little Natalie. What could you have done to make your Daddy punish you already?”

Lifting me up to sit on his lap, Evander rolls my wet diaper into a ball and hands it off to Lucas. “Tell Papa what happened, kitten.”

Oh, god. Like this isn’t humiliating enough without being forced to tell someone why I was spanked. “ Daddy ,” I whine, burying my face in Evander’s neck. “I don’t wanna!”

“But you will. Because Daddy said so.”

He’s right. He doesn’t even have to threaten me, because I already know what will happen if I refuse. Without lifting my head, I sigh and force the words past my lips. “I lied to Daddy.”

“Ah.” There’s a wealth of meaning in that single syllable. “Well that was very naughty, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“It seems you’ve learned a very hard lesson this morning.” His voice is full of sympathy. “But all is forgiven now. So what kind of bubbles would you like in your bath?”

Evander sighs. “Lucas, you spoil her.”

“She’s already been punished. There’s no sense in depriving a sweet Little girl of her bubble bath on top of a red bottom. Is there, little one?”

Honestly he could have suggested just about anything and I would have agreed with him just to annoy Evander. “No, Papa.”

“Exactly. So what color would you prefer?”

Lifting my head now, I peek up at him. “I don’t suppose you have black.”

Lucas blinks, then throws his head back and laughs. “Not at the moment, but I’m certain I can track something down.”

“Purple?”

“That, I do have.” His gaze shifts up to Evander’s face. “Have you finished her preparations for Doctor D yet?”

Evander lets loose a rather inventive swear that I have no doubt would get my mouth washed out if I dared to repeat it. “No. I was so caught up in teaching my naughty kitten what happens to Little girls who lie that I completely forgot.”

“I thought you might have. We should probably finish those preparations before her bath.”

“You’re right. What would I do without you, Lucas?”

“I’m sure you’d figure it out.” Mischief twinkles in the older man’s eyes. “Eventually.”

Rising from the bed with me still in his arms, Evander carries me over to a changing table much like the one in my nursery. Once again, I find myself naked and strapped down to the cushion as the sound of running water greets my ears.

“What kind of preparations?” I ask, looking up at Evander’s scarred face.

“You need to be properly cleaned out before your exam.”

Well that’s a frustratingly vague answer. “Okay but what does that mean ?”

Before he can respond, Lucas calls out from the bathroom. “Should I add some soap to the mixture, Evander? It might help her remember to mind her manners the rest of the day.”

“Hmm.” Looking down at me, Evander smiles, his eyes dancing with a sadistic glee that nearly makes me whimper.

“What do you think, kitten? The soap will certainly hurt more, but as Lucas said, it might help you remember to behave yourself while we’re out today.

But if you can promise to be a good Little girl, I won't have him add the soap.”

“Make what hurt more?”

“Your enema, of course.”

For a moment, my brain refuses to process the words coming out of his mouth and I can only blink up at him. “My… enema?”

“Yes, kitten. Your enema. With or without soap?”

“How about we just skip the enema thing altogether?”

“Not an option. You have to the count of three to decide, before I decide for you. One.”

It’s pretty clear that if he has to decide, he’s going to make it as painful as possible, so I rush to cut off his count. “No soap, no soap!”

His smile widens, and I could swear there's a hint of pride in the gesture. “No soap, Lucas. At least for now.”

“Are you sure we can’t just skip it, Daddy?” I whine, still hoping that if I play the part of his Little girl well enough he’ll go easy on me, though it hasn’t actually worked yet.

“Very sure, kitten. But if you’re a good girl and take your enema without too much fuss, we can get a treat after your appointment with Doctor D. How’s that sound?”

“What kind of treat?”

“There’s a cafe downtown that bakes their own desserts. We’re meeting Auntie Cat there for a late breakfast after your appointment, and if you behave yourself, you can pick out something sweet as well.”

It’s an olive branch of sorts, or at least it seems like one. A man like Evander Hawthorne wouldn’t be in the habit of offering bribes to get people to obey him. The fact that he isn’t simply demanding my surrender, but rather trying to earn it, goes a long way toward winning my compliance.

“Okay, Daddy.”

My reward is a bright smile and the press of his lips to my forehead. “That’s my good little kitten.”

Lucas emerges from the bathroom holding a bag with a long hose attached to it and my heart slams against my chest.

I can do this. It’s just an enema. Plenty of people get them all the time.

Dragging in a deep breath, I squeeze my eyes shut as someone grips my knees, pushing my legs back and open, exposing all those most intimate parts of me to them. Humiliation turns my cheeks into an inferno as I do my best to lie completely still and accept what comes next.

“There’s going to be a bit of a pinch, little one,” Lucas explains as something presses against my bottom hole.

“Oh, she’s well aware.” Dark humor wraps around Evander’s words. “But this little nozzle isn’t nearly as large as Daddy’s cock. Is it, kitten?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

“And you’ve already had Daddy’s cock in your bottom. So this should be nothing.”

It’s not a question, so I don’t bother to answer. I’m not sure I even could with the embarrassment threatening to strangle me as I lie there, completely exposed to some of the most dangerous men in the world.

If I don’t win the fucking Pulitzer for this, I will riot .