Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Juliet
We part ways with Auntie Cat after a thankfully uneventful lunch. And, surprisingly, once I stopped fighting them so much, it was actually a pleasant experience. Auntie Cat, I discovered, is a fantastic storyteller and once she and Jasper got going together, I found myself laughing so hard I nearly wet my diaper.
Not that I would ever be caught dead doing such a thing. But it was a close call.
Jasper pauses in front of one of the buildings in the oddly charming little downtown area he and his friends have built on the island and reaches for the door. “Time for your check-up, princess.”
Ugh. It’s not that I necessarily have anything against doctors, but I just had my yearly physical a couple months ago and the whole process is dreadfully boring. But I’m determined to stick to my “Good Little girl” routine, at least long enough for me to find a way off this godforsaken island, so I force myself to smile up at him. “Okay, Daddy.”
We step into the waiting room, which is at least as nice as the doctor’s offices I’m used to back on the mainland. At least I’ll be able to keep some standard of living while I’m here.
“Mr. Blackwood! Hello!” The perky blonde at the front desk positively beams at Jasper, and it’s all I can do not to snarl at her.
It’s not that I’m jealous, exactly. But if I’m going to be stuck playing Daddy’s Little girl, then I’ll be damned if I’m going to share him in the meantime
“Hi, Millie.” Jasper smiles back, that dazzling Blackwood charm on full display, and the urge to punch them both nearly overwhelms me. “Is Doctor D ready for us?”
“He actually had to run out to the farm to check on one of the cows but he should be back in just a few minutes. We can go ahead and get started checking Juliet’s vitals if you’d like, though.”
Farm? Cows ? “Jasper, did you bring me to a fucking veterinarian ?” I know he apparently sees me as nothing more than his property but this is pushing things too goddamn far.
Jasper frowns down at me. “Language, Juliet.”
“Seriously? You’re worried about my language but not about letting a freaking animal doctor put his hands on me?”
Silence fills the room for a moment before Jasper throws his head back and laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight. The sound mingles with the blonde girl’s high-pitched giggle and I swear nothing in my life has been more difficult than fighting the urge to storm out of that doctor’s office.
“Poor Juju,” Jasper says with a shake of his head. “Doctor D isn’t a vet. I promise you he is a highly skilled physician. One of the top in the world, actually. You’ll be in good hands, I promise.”
“But she just said he was off taking care of a cow!”
“That’s not…” Trailing off, Jasper snorts out another laugh. “You know what, it would be easier to show you. Victoria’s been begging to go see the farm anyway. I’ll give Maxwell a call and perhaps we can go sometime soon. For now, just trust Daddy that you’ll be well taken care of. Can you do that for me, princess?”
“I guess,” I grumble. Not that I have much choice in the matter.
“Thank you. Millie, I think we’re ready now if you want us to come back.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Blackwood.”
Taking my hand again, Jasper leads me through the door to the left of the receptionist desk. Millie is waiting for us behind the door, with that same bright smile on her face and a tablet tucked in the crook of her arm. “We’ll just need to get her weight before we take her vitals. Doctor D prefers the most accurate reading possible, so if you wouldn’t mind taking off her clothes and diaper, we can get started.”
The discovery that this complete stranger knows I’m wearing a diaper beneath my Little girl dress is almost more than I can take. Humiliation heats my cheeks and before I can stop myself, I do actually snarl at her. “I’m right here, you know. Stop talking about me like I’m not even in the room.”
“Juliet! That is enough .” Jasper’s voice is a whipcrack of authority and I silently curse myself for not being able to keep my temper in check for once.
Being a good girl is really fucking hard.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I mumble, looking down at the ground to give the impression of a sad, contrite little girl. And to give me time to hide the anger I’m certain is still blazing in my eyes.
“You are going to be by the time I’m through with you, little girl. I have had more than enough of your attitude. As soon as we are done with your appointment, we are going straight home so Daddy can teach his naughty girl a lesson about how to behave in public.”
Shit, shit, shit. So much for being Daddy’s good girl. “I’m sorry ,” I whine, scuffing my shiny Mary Jane against the tiled floor. “I didn’t mean to be bad!”
“Whether you meant to be naughty or not, I’ve given you more than enough chances to change your behavior. You should consider yourself lucky that you aren’t already over my knee getting your bare bottom spanked right in front of Millie.”
As ridiculous as it seems, I actually do realize how lucky I am that he hasn’t yet followed through on his threats to spank me in public. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, turn around so Daddy can unzip your dress.”
Unwilling to push any more of his buttons, I obey, turning my back to him so he can undress me. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Millie watching us with a strange expression on her face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she’s looking at us with something almost like… longing.
That can’t be right. Nobody in their right mind would actually want this.
Would they?
Jasper strips my dress from me, distracting me from Millie’s curious reaction. It escaped my notice this morning, amidst the chaos of waking up as an adult-sized toddler, that my brother neglected to put me in a bra.
Which means I’m now standing in the middle of this supposed doctor’s office wearing nothing but a diaper.
Kill. Me. Now.
It’s not that I have a problem being topless in front of strangers. Lord knows I’ve been to enough nude beaches and sunbathed naked on enough yachts in my lifetime to have rid me of any embarrassment on that front.
The diaper is what gets to me. If anyone had asked me two days ago if anything embarrassed me, I would have laughed in their faces.
I am definitely not laughing now.
Jasper
I never thought I’d see the day that Juliet Blackwood was embarrassed by anything.
But here she stands, her face flaming red as she crosses her hands over her diaper. Not, I notice, her bare breasts which I imagine is what most Little girls in her position would try to cover first.
Juliet, however, seems much more worried about the diaper being on display than her actual body. Tucking that information in the back of my mind, I make a mental note to call Solene later. Perhaps some of her dresses can be altered to have her diaper on full display at all times.
For now, I have a naughty Little girl in need of a check-up.
“The diaper needs to go too, princess,” I remind her as I reach for the tabs.
Relief flashes across Juliet’s face. “Fine by me.” The red in her cheeks darkens and she looks sheepish for a second before she corrects herself. “I mean, Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” There’s a small, nasty voice in the back of my head that says her sudden compliance is just an act. Another manipulation in a long line of schemes she’s used to get her way with our parents and now me.
It could be her working an angle. But for the time being I’m content to pretend with her. And maybe if I praise her often enough, she’ll actually want to be my good girl at some point.
A Daddy can dream, can’t he?
When the diaper comes off, Juliet immediately relaxes and the confident woman I’m used to seeing reemerges as she steps up onto the scale.
Millie records the number before she ushers us into an exam room, where I sit and hold Juliet on my lap as Millie takes her blood pressure. “A tad high, but that can happen when there’s strong emotions involved. Doctor D will let you know if he thinks it’s anything you need to keep an eye on. So now I just need to get her temperature. Would you rather put her up on the table or hold her on your lap?”
I’m enjoying the soft weight of Juliet in my arms far too much to let go of her just yet. “Lap is fine.”
“Perfect. Once you get her in position, I can either take her temperature myself or I can show you how it’s done.”
“I’d love for you to teach me, if you don’t mind.”
An approving smile lights up Millie’s face. “I don’t mind at all. Doctor D believes all Daddies and Mommies should know how to take their Little one’s temperatures.”
“You're acting like you need a medical degree to take a temperature,” Juliet says with a roll of her eyes. “It’s not like it’s all that hard to shove a thermometer in someone’s mouth.”
I catch Millie’s eye a moment before she ducks her head to hide her smile. Which I can’t blame her for, seeing as how it’s taking all my self-control not to laugh at Juliet’s naivete. “The thermometer doesn’t go in your mouth, princess.”
“Of course it does.” There’s a bite of annoyance in Juliet’s voice she can’t quite hide. “Where else would you put a thermometer?”
If there’s one thing Blackwoods believe above all else, it’s that action is king. Sitting around talking about what you plan to do means nothing without action.
With that in mind, I flip Juliet over my knee, pinning her in place by trapping her legs between mine. “The most accurate way to take a Little girl’s temperature is in her bottom. Isn’t that right, Millie?”
“Yes, Mr. Blackwood.”
“ What ?” Juliet’s screech pierces the air as she struggles over my knee. “You are not putting anything there, Jasper! Let me go!”
Two hard swats, one for each bottom cheek, settles her down quickly. “You are on very thin ice, little girl. What do you call me?”
A long pause, before her much more respectful, if somewhat strained voice reaches my ears. “Please don’t put anything in my bottom, Daddy.”
Emotion tugs at my heart. She really does sound distressed, and as much as I may be enjoying putting my bratty little stepsister in her place, I’m not a complete monster. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to having things in your bottom, princess.” Including Daddy’s cock. But I worry that thought may send her over the edge, so I keep it to myself for now. “Now, be a good girl for me and don’t struggle, and maybe we can have a treat when we get home.”
She sniffles quietly. “What kind of treat?”
“Do you remember when our parents first married and we all went to Paris for a family vacation a few weeks later? To bond, they told us, though you and I joked the whole time it was just good press.”
“Yeah. I remember. You took me into the catacombs even though you were terrified.”
I give her bottom another halfhearted swat as a laugh bubbles in my chest. “I was not terrified, I just couldn’t figure out why a sweet little girl like yourself wanted to do something so objectively awful. Anyway, you and I visited this little cafe later and they had the most incredible mille-feuille. I thought you might die from pleasure on the spot when you tasted it.”
“I remember. I’ve been back a few times, just for that. Nobody else makes it quite the same.”
“I know. Which is why Chef Michael is on the phone right now with the pastry chef of that same restaurant, getting his exact recipe. If you can behave for the rest of your visit with Doctor D, you can have an extra big slice for dessert tonight. How does that sound, princess?”
There’s another long pause, and I brace myself for a fight. But then she sighs and her body lays heavy over my knee. “All right, Daddy. I’ll be good.”