Page 21
Chapter Eighteen
Evander
The morning after our first family dinner, I wake to find Natalie sprawled across my chest. Naked but for the diaper I put on her after our third round of lovemaking the night before, she’s a beautiful mess with her hair a frizzy halo around her head.
It’s almost a shame to wake her, but a glance at the clock tells me it’s time to get going if we don’t want to be late.
“Time to rise and shine, kitten,” I say softly as I give her arm a gentle shake.
Nose wrinkling, she shakes her head, wiggling on top of me as if she can somehow get even closer. “Don’t wanna.”
“I know, baby. You had a long night. But we don’t want to be late for your first day of school.”
“No school,” she protests with a whiny moan.
“Yes, school. If you’re a good girl and get up, Daddy will let you have a donut with breakfast. Papa went and got some fresh this morning just for you.”
More spoiling, but who am I to deny the man who practically raised me the right to spoil his “granddaughter”?
At the mention of donuts, one emerald eye opens. “Donuts?”
“Yes, kitten. But only for good Little girls who get up when Daddy says.”
“I’m up, I’m up!”
She tries to roll off the bed, but I manage to snag her around the waist, pinning her to the mattress beneath me. “First things first. Have you used your diaper yet, little one?”
An adorable blush blooms on her cheeks as she shakes her head. “No, Daddy. Can’t I use the potty like a big girl?”
“What do you think the answer to that question is going to be?”
She scrunches up her face like she’s giving the question some serious consideration. “I think it’s going to be yes because babies don’t go to school. Only big girls go to school. So if I’m big enough for school, I’m big enough to use the potty.”
I can’t fault her logic, and it’s enough to make me laugh even as I slide one hand down to her stomach to press on her bladder. “Try again, kitten.”
Sighing in that overly dramatic fashion she has, Natalie squeezes her eyes closed and soon I’m rewarded with the sound of her filling her diaper.
“Good girl. Time for your bath, then we can get you dressed for school.”
“And donuts,” she reminds me, her gaze serious when she opens her eyes again.
“Of course. And donuts.”
Natalie
The school uniform isn’t… awful, I decide as I study my reflection in the full-length mirror in my nursery.
The navy-blue skirt is a bit shorter than I would like and shows off my diaper every time I move, but I already know there’s no point in arguing about it.
It’s paired with a white dress shirt with a ruffled collar tucked beneath the suspender-style straps attached to the skirt.
Black Mary Janes and white socks with ruffles at the top complete the outfit and the longer I stare at myself, the cuter I think it looks.
“Time to go, kitten.”
Daddy joins me in the reflection, filling the mirror with his wide frame and my breath catches in my chest. He’s wearing a suit, as always, but for some reason seeing us together like this in the mirror really drives home how much larger he is.
How much larger… and stronger.
A delicious sort of shiver races up my spine and judging by the way his mouth kicks up at the corner, it doesn’t escape his notice. “Come on, little one. If you’re late, Daddy will have to spank you in front of all your friends again.”
Another of those little shivers as he takes my hand. “Yes, Daddy.”
He leads me out to the car and we climb in the backseat together. As soon as he settles on his seat, he pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him, the hard outline of his cock pressing against my pussy even through the diaper.
That half-smile from earlier widens a bit as he cups my breasts, pinching my nipples between his rough fingers. “Are you going to be a good girl for Miss Evelyn today, kitten?”
A low moan escapes my lips as pleasure floods my system. “I’ll try, Daddy.”
“Hmm. I think Daddy needs to make extra sure you’re going to be good.”
I whimper when he pulls his hands away from my breasts, sliding them up my bare legs to my diaper. With a flick of his wrists, the sides come unfastened and he pulls the thick cotton away, leaving me completely bare.
“Do you know how to ride a cock, sweet little Natalie?” he asks as he reaches between us to unzip his pants.
“Um, sorta.” Looking down, I lick my suddenly dry lips as he pulls his cock free. “I’ve only done it a couple of times, though.”
“That’s okay. Daddy will teach you.”
Gripping my hips, he guides me up onto my knees and then lowers me onto his cock, the thick length spreading me open wide like it did so many times last night. Another low, needy moan slips from my lips as I settle onto him, so full of him I can barely breathe.
“Rise up a bit and lower yourself back down.” His voice is rough with a need that matches my own, and I can’t help but grin at the knowledge that he’s as affected by me as I am by him.
Lifting up onto my knees, I sigh as his cock scrapes against my overly sensitive nerves before letting myself drop back down. “Like that, Daddy?”
“Just like that, little one. Roll your hips a bit,” he says when I try again. “Fuck me, kitten, you’re doing such a good job.”
It takes me a minute to find my rhythm, but eventually I’m riding him with wild abandon, every movement driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Daddy,” I whine, gripping his shoulders as my movements grow frantic. “I wanna come, Daddy, please.”
Sliding his hand between us, he presses his thumb to my swollen clit. “Promise me you’ll be a good girl for Miss Evelyn and I’ll let you come.”
Alarm bells ring in my mind. “I will, I will! I’ll be so good, I swear!”
“Are you sure, kitten? You’ll listen to everything Miss Evelyn says and you won’t talk back?”
“Yes, yes, I promise!”
“And you understand that if Miss Evelyn has to punish you, then you’ll get another spanking when you get home?”
Oh my god yes, yes, I get it, just make me fucking come! “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good girl. Come for Daddy, kitten.”
The thumb on my clit grows more insistent and I fracture, then shatter, filling the car with my screams of pleasure as my vision goes black at the edges. I come to with Daddy’s growls echoing in my ears as his cock swells inside my pussy, emptying into me.
Gasping for air, I collapse against him, humming low in my throat as I curl into him like the kitten he’s dubbed me to be. His hand rests heavy on my back, rubbing slow circles through my shirt.
“My sweet Little girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m very serious about you behaving yourself at school today, kitten. I’d much rather make you scream with pleasure on the drive home than have you crying over my knee. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” And for once, I mean it. If it means getting fucked like that again on the way home, I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl ever.
Daddy manages to replace my diaper and fix my clothes by the time we park in front of the school.
And again I think there must be something really wrong with me because the thought of spending the day with my diaper full of Daddy’s cum actually calms me a bit.
Like he’ll be with me in a way so I won’t be facing this new, scary thing all alone.
It’s not even that I’m worried about school itself. Daddy already told me we’re not learning anything new, and from what he said it sounds like it’s more about giving the Littles on the island something to do during the day than anything else. Like… Little- enrichment time.
But I’m still not entirely sure where I stand with Juliet.
Last night Uncle Jasper seemed to accept me as part of the family, but I was too worn-out from getting bent over the table and spanked and fucked to really notice Juliet’s reaction to everything.
Does she still hate me? What will she do once the Daddies are no longer around to make her behave?
More to the point… why do I care so much? I’ve made the meager living I have by not caring if people like Juliet love me or hate me. I wouldn’t be able to do my job if I spent all day worrying about their feelings.
But I’ve also never been forced into such intimate situations with the people whose lives I’ve written about, either. Maybe that’s the difference. Or maybe there’s something about being made to live as a Little girl that has my head and my heart more confused than usual.
Those thoughts and more tumble around in my head as Daddy leads me up the front steps of the school, to where a pretty woman with honey-colored hair pulled up in a tight bun waits for us with a smile.
“Good morning, Natalie. I’m Miss Evelyn.
It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you already. ”
The unease in my stomach churns harder, and I worry for a moment I might be sick all over her pretty blue dress. “Yeah, apparently I made quite the splash.”
“You did. But in my experience the people who make waves are the most interesting,” she says with a wink before shifting her gaze up to Daddy’s face.
“Everyone else is inside. There’s a cubby with her name on it in the back if you want to put her bag there.
I assume she’ll be using her diaper like the other Little ones? ”
“She will. It takes a bit of coaxing to get her to go, but she’ll use it.”
Humiliation heats my cheeks. “ She is standing right here,” I mutter.
Looking down at me, Daddy frowns, and my stomach twists again. “Don’t be rude, Natalie.”
“I’m not being rude! You’re the ones talking about me like I’m not right here!”
“We are discussing your care. Miss Evelyn needs to know these things so she can look after you while Daddy isn’t here.”
At the reminder that he’s leaving me here, with people who potentially still hate my guts, tears fill my eyes. “I don’t want her to take care of me. I want you.”
“Ah, kitten.” Bending down, he scoops me up in his arms, holding me close. “What’s wrong, little one? I thought you’d be excited for a new adventure.”