Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Isabella
The fact that I can sleep at all with everything that’s happened today surprises me, but it isn’t long after Daddy tucks me into his giant, soft bed that slumber overtakes me. I sleep, deep and dreamless, but not nearly as long as I would have liked before I’m dragged back to the land of the living by Daddy’s gentle but firm voice.
“Time to wake up, little doll.”
All I want is to stay in this empty, peaceful place. But there’s a pressure now, making itself known low in my belly. It’s a familiar feeling, but I’m still so sleepy it takes a moment for me to recognize what’s happening.
“Oh!” My eyes fly open as reality hits me. I need to use the bathroom— now .
But when I try to roll off the bed, something stops me. A heaviness around my waist, holding me in place as the pressure grows heavier and heavier. I push at the thing holding me down, my hand pressing against warm flesh and I realize it’s not some thing holding me down but some one .
Daddy.
“Daddy, I need to get up!”
“No, you don’t. Settle down, little one.”
“But Daddy.” I’m whining now, but the panic I feel at the thought of wetting the bed thoroughly smothers any embarrassment I might otherwise feel. “I need… I have to…”
“I know.” A smile curves his lips and the pressure on my bladder increases. “Don’t be embarrassed, little one. All Little girls use their diapers here on the island.”
Use my diaper ? The idea is so outrageous, so ridiculous, it takes a moment for my brain to fully catch up with what he’s suggesting.
“I can’t!” My voice is thick with tears, adding to the humiliation burning along my skin. “Daddy, please.”
“Poor little doll. The first time is the hardest. Would you like Daddy to help you?”
Help me? Use my fucking diaper? I’d rather he help me jump out of the nearest window.
But I’m all too aware that suggestion would likely end in a painful punishment, so I force myself to drag in a deep breath and calm my racing heart as much as possible.
“Can I please use the bathroom?” It’s a last-ditch effort, and I know even before he shakes his head that it’s in vain, but I have to at least try. I need to be able to look myself in the mirror and know I did everything to stop this humiliation.
“No, little one. But since you’ve been such a good girl for me today, I can help you if you’d like.”
I have no idea what form his “help” will take, but I also know there’s no way I can force myself to pee in a diaper without some kind of assistance. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
To my surprise, he pulls his hand away from my bladder and reaches into his pocket. What is he doing?
My answer comes a moment later when the buzzing from earlier this morning resumes in my diaper. Pleasure washes over me and I arch up, crying out as my core clenches in response.
“Use your diaper, and Daddy will let you come. Can you do that for me, little doll?”
It’s lowering to realize I would do just about anything if it meant finally getting the relief he’s been holding just out of my reach all day.
Even pissing myself.
“But won’t it get wet?” I gasp out, writhing as the toy vibrates against my clit, harder, faster than before.
“It’s made for exactly this purpose, little one. You could fill your diaper with a gallon of pee and it wouldn’t hurt the toy.”
Well, isn’t that convenient.
Out of options, I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my muscles. I conjure images of waterfalls, of babbling brooks. Of myself, sitting on a toilet, peeing just like I’ve done for over two decades. Anything and everything that might assist me with this humiliating task.
After what seems like an eternity, it happens. My bladder releases, filling the cotton diaper with urine.
“Good girl.” Daddy’s voice drops to a deep growl. “Would you like your reward now, little doll?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He hits a button… and I shatter. Screaming out my pleasure, I writhe in my soaked diaper, humiliation joining with the molten pleasure flooding my body, creating the most delicious cocktail of sensation I’ve ever experienced.
“Such a good, sweet little doll,” Daddy murmurs, capturing my lips with his as a second orgasm crashes over me. “Daddy is so proud of you, Isabella. Let’s go get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. We have visitors.”
* * *
Gideon
For the second time today, I carry my Little girl down to meet members of her new family. So much for having her to myself for a bit, but I suppose I can’t blame them. We’re all so excited to be here, building this little oasis of depravity for ourselves, and I’m just as eager as the rest of them to watch our family grow.
“Uncle Gideon!” Victoria’s happy squeals reach my ears a moment before she comes running out of the parlor—and skids to a stop in front of me.
Maxwell is right behind her, his expression a stern mask as he takes his Little girl’s arm in one hand and swats her bottom with the other. “No running in the house, Victoria Rose. You know better.”
Howling far louder than the swats on her diaper-covered bottom likely warrant, Victoria dances in place. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I was just ‘cited!”
“You can be excited and still follow the rules, little girl.” With two more hard swats, this time to Victoria’s bare thighs, Maxwell ends the spanking and scoops his sniffling Little girl up into his arms. “My apologies, Gideon. Victoria’s been begging to come see you ever since she heard you’d returned from your… work trip.”
There’s an emphasis on those last two words that tell me he knows I haven’t been traveling for work nearly as much as I’ve claimed over the past few months. No doubt he has plenty of questions about how I got my little doll to the island, but he’s not going to ask in front of the Littles.
“No apologies necessary. Isabella, meet your Uncle Max and his Little girl, Victoria.”
“You can call me Tori,” Victoria offers with a watery smile. “Everyone does. Except Daddy ‘cuz he’s a big ole fuddy duddy.”
“I'm beginning to think I don't spank you enough, little thief.” Despite the implied threat, Maxwell’s lips curve up in a smile as he shakes his head at his Little girl’s antics.
Isabella raises her head, tentatively taking in her new visitors. “Hi Tori. Hi Uncle Max.”
“Hello, sweetheart.” Maxwell smiles, and like his voice, it’s full of a warmth that is reserved for our family and our family only. “What a beautiful dress. Did your Daddy pick it out for you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, he did a very good job. Your Uncle Jasper and Juliet are waiting for us in the parlor. Would you like to go meet them?”
Just like she did with Cat, Isabella looks at me for confirmation, and my heart swells. She’s learning to obey so quickly, far more quickly than I could have anticipated, and I can hardly believe how lucky I am. “They’re very excited to meet you, little doll.”
She hesitates a moment longer, nibbling a bit at her bottom lip as she thinks, before giving a slow nod. “Okay, Daddy.”
We follow Maxwell and Victoria back into the parlor, where Jasper is seated on a couch with adorable Juliet perched on his lap. And I realize, taking in Juliet’s mutinous expression and the way her arms are crossed firmly over her chest, that I may have overstated her excitement.
A protectiveness I haven’t felt before wells up inside me and I tighten my arms around Isabella. While I adore both my nieces, Juliet has a rebellious streak a mile wide and tongue sharp enough to cut glass when the mood strikes and the last thing I want to do is put Isabella on the receiving end of her biting sarcasm.
Jasper looks up as we walk in, his expression brightening at the sight of Isabella in my arms. “Who is this adorable Little girl you’ve been hiding away from us, Gideon?”
Isabella hasn’t even been on the island for twenty-four hours, but to hear my family talk, one might think I’d been keeping her from them for months. Which, I suppose I have, considering how long I’ve been watching her, even if they don’t know that. And while I appreciate their excitement, part of me does wish I could have had more time here at home with just the two of us before the family invaded. “This is Isabella. Can you say hello to your Uncle Jasper and Juliet, little one?”
“Hello.” Her voice is softer, even more reserved than it was when she greeted Maxwell and Victoria, perhaps because she’s picked up on Juliet’s mood as well.
“Hello, sweetheart. Juliet, say hello to your new friend.”
“She is not my friend!”
Eyes narrowing, Jasper grips his Little girl’s face in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “If you’re going to continue being rude, I will put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom right here in front of everyone. And then I will let both of your Uncles spank you, as well. Is that what you want, Juliet?”
Juliet’s shoulders slump forward in defeat. “No, Daddy.”
“Then I suggest you lose this attitude before we all take turns spanking it out of you, little girl. Now, say hello to Isabella.”
Still looking distinctly disgruntled, Juliet glances up. “Hello, Isabella.”
“You can call me Izzy, if you want.” Isabella offers up a shy smile. “My friends all call me Izzy. And I think our Daddies will be very annoyed if we don’t become friends.”
Chuckling at my Little one’s clever observation, I press a kiss to her cheek. “It would certainly make me very happy to see my three favorite girls getting along.”
Isabella gives me another of those shy, sweet smiles. “Daddy, can I show Tori and Juliet my room? It’s so pretty.”
The last thing I want is to have my little doll out of my sight for even a second. But she looks so earnest, and it would be nice for the girls to get along. “Of course you can, little one. Unless their Daddies have other plans…?”
I offer the out, secretly hoping the men I think of as brothers will take it, but they don’t. Jasper rises from the couch, Juliet perched on his hip, and gestures toward the doorway with a wide smile. “Lead the way.”
Biting back an annoyed sigh, I head for the stairs, Maxwell and Jasper close behind with their Little ones. We make our way up to the nursery, and the moment we enter Victoria lets out a stunned gasp.
“Oh, Izzy it’s beautiful! The green is so pretty! And the ballerina paintings! Daddy, I want ballerinas in my nursery!”
“If you can remember how to ask Daddy for something politely , we can discuss ballerina paintings,” Maxwell says, shaking his head as he delivers the gentle rebuke.
In his arms, Victoria sighs and rolls her eyes. “May I please have ballerina paintings for my nursery, Daddy?”
Maxwell’s expression hardens. “Little girls who roll their eyes do not get presents. They get sent to bed with no dessert and red-hot bottoms.”
Pink rushes to Victoria’s cheeks. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Much better. Now, why don’t you go ask Izzy if she’d like to play for a while?”
Bending down, he places Victoria on her feet and she immediately rushes over to me and Isabella, bouncing excitedly on her toes. “Wanna play dolls, Izzy? Juju and I love playing with our dollhouses!”
“Can I, Daddy?”
“Of course, little one.”
Jasper and I both put our Little girls down, and even Juliet bounces with excitement as they rush over to the giant dollhouse that’s an exact replica of our actual house. Maxwell had them commissioned for each of us after the plans for our individual houses were drawn up, and we’ve all been waiting for the day we’d have Little ones of our own to play with them.
“Do you have a monitor?” Jasper asks, keeping his voice low enough the girls can’t hear us.
“I do.”
“Video and audio?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Let’s give the girls some space to get to know each other. We can watch from the monitor and make sure they don't get themselves into too much trouble.”
I can’t help but grin at the implication that our Little ones will get into some kind of trouble without us hovering. And because I can’t wait to see exactly what they manage to come up with, I grab the monitor and gesture to the door. “After you, gentlemen.”