Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Isabella
Just as he promised, Daddy gives my hippo back to me the second we step inside the next store. Though, I realize as I look around, clutching my new treasure to my chest, it’s not really a store. I’m not sure what it is, but the lobby is painted in soothing shades of blue and gray that instantly put me at peace. On one table in the corner, there’s a small pile of rocks in a bowl with a waterfall pouring down them. The whole thing reminds me of something, but I can’t think of exactly what.
“Welcome to the Cozy Cradle.” The soft, almost whispery words pull my attention to the front desk, where we’re greeted by a woman who seems almost as diaphanous as her voice. “I’m Luna. I’ll be your companion today. It’s Isabella, correct?”
Uncertain of what to do or say to the being in front of me, I tighten my grip on my hippo and look up at Daddy who smiles encouragingly. “It’s all right, little one. Luna is here to help.”
“Help with what?”
Before Daddy can answer, the door behind us flies open again and Auntie Cat steps inside, looking as regally beautiful as ever. “Oh, good.” With a dramatic sigh, she presses a hand to her heart. “I was worried I’d be late.”
“Right on time as always, Cat.”
Smiling now, Auntie Cat bends down and lifts me effortlessly into her arms, spinning me around the strange lobby. “What a beautiful hippo you have there, my sweet girl! And she’s a ballerina, just like you.”
“I know! Isn’t she the best?”
“She certainly is. Now, let’s go see what fun Luna has planned for you.”
The trepidation I’d been feeling eases somewhat as Auntie Cat follows Luna down the hall with me still in her arms. We step into what looks almost like the exam room at Doctor D’s office but… cozier somehow, which I suppose is apt given the establishment’s name. Still, the sight of the table in the middle of the room gives me pause and I turn my head, frantically searching for Daddy.
When my eyes find his, he steps forward to pluck me from Auntie Cat’s arm. “Shhh, little one. You’re safe. Daddy would never let anyone harm you.”
He said that once before, and I almost believed him. But he would let someone hurt me, as evidenced back at Doctor D’s, and my chest tightens with panic. “What’s going on? Why are we here?”
“Mr. Drake, I’m going to step outside and get the wax ready,” Luna says in that same soft, ethereal voice as before. “If you could remove all of your Little one’s clothing and have her potty before we begin, it would be very helpful.”
My mind immediately latches onto one word above all the others. “Wax? Why does she need wax? What’s going on?”
“Because we need to get rid of the hair on your pretty little pussy,” Daddy says, as though it should have been obvious to me all along. “You do a very good job of keeping it trimmed, but this way you don’t have to worry about it all.” Jostling me a bit, he lowers me onto the table, his hand pressing on my stomach like he did before back at home. “You need to use your diaper, little one, and then we can get you ready for your appointment.”
“I don’t wanna get ready for my appointment!” I know plenty of other dancers who keep themselves waxed because they say it’s easier, but I’ve never gotten the courage to do so myself. Now, it seems as though that choice is being stripped from me, and my body instantly goes to fight or flight mode.
Daddy’s hold on me isn’t as tight as it usually is, and I manage to roll off the table and dart for the door. Unfortunately for me, Auntie Cat is a hell of a lot faster and stronger than I am, and she easily grabs me just as I’m reaching for the handle to escape.
No amount of kicking or screaming or fighting dislodges her grip on me as she and Daddy wrestle me back onto the table. Someone lifts my legs in the air, and a moment later the backs of my thighs explode with pain as dozens of swats land on the sensitive exposed skin.
“Ow, ow, ow Daddy, no! I’m sorry, Daddy I’m sorry!” I wail, sobs welling up in my chest as the pain and humiliation threaten to overwhelm me.
“Are you ready to be my good girl again, Isabella? Or do I need to take your diaper off and paddle your bare bottom right here in front of your Auntie Cat?”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good!”
Six more sharp, stinging spanks cap off my punishment, and if Auntie Cat didn’t have a hold of my arms I would raise my hands to my face to cover my shame. But I am well and thoroughly pinned, which means my tear-soaked face is visible to everyone in the room.
Lowering my legs, Daddy leans forward, running a hand over my head. “Shhh, little one. It’s all done now. Time to go potty and then Daddy will get you ready for your appointment.”
I don’t want to wet my diaper, but I want another spanking even less. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I focus on the feeling of sitting on a toilet, the cool porcelain pressed against my warm skin as Daddy presses on my bladder. Soon, the sound of my urine hitting the soft cotton between my thighs fills the room, and I’m rewarded with the sound of Auntie Cat’s delighted gasp.
“She’s so sweet, Gideon. You could not have chosen a better Little girl for yourself.”
“I agree. Come now, little doll. Time to get you changed.”
Stripped of my will to fight, I let them undress me, down to taking the wet diaper off and wiping me clean before they strap me—literally—to the table.
Luna returns at nearly the exact right time, a ghost of a smile on her lips as her gaze runs over my exposed flesh. “Perfect. I noticed she had a stuffie with her when she came in. She can hold it if she likes.”
“Do you want your hippo, sweet girl?” Auntie Cat asks softly, holding it up for me to see.
I want anything that will help hide my shame right now, so I take it, wrapping both my arms around its wide belly and burying my face in the soft gray fur. The weight of her both hides my shame and muffles the sounds of what’s happening around me.
“Poor little thing.” Even muffled, I can still hear Auntie Cat’s voice, ripe with pity as her slender fingers stroke my leg. “I hope you have something special planned for dinner tonight, Gideon. Your Little girl has certainly earned a treat.”
“I’m not a monster, Cat,” Daddy says with a low chuckle, and I press the hippo even more firmly against my face to stop myself from asking if he’s sure about that.
Something hot drips on my pussy lips and I cling tightly to my hippo, squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation of the pain that I know is coming. When it does, I scream into the stuffie, my muscles clenching in protest of the punishment being delivered to my most sensitive areas.
“Poor thing.” Auntie Cat’s voice drips with sympathy, but I can’t tell if it’s real. Or if I even care if it’s real or not. With her hand on my head and her murmured words in my ear, I’m willing to accept whatever pity they send my way, however fake it may be. “It’s almost over, sweet girl. Just a few more.”
“Just a few more” seems to take hours. An eternity of burning pain as more hot wax is dripped onto my pussy and ripped away, taking every last bit of hair I have with it. And when the wax is done, Luna goes in with a set of tweezers, making sure to get the few stragglers she managed to leave behind.
Through it all, I scream and weep into my hippo with Daddy and Auntie Cat both fussing over me, assuring me everything will be just fine in a moment. Finally, the torment ends, leaving me exhausted and drained in its wake. All I can do is whimper pitifully as someone puts a new diaper on me, then sigh with relief when I realize there’s something cool inside to ease the pain.
From a distance, I hear Luna’s quiet voice. “The cooling pack should help with the swelling. Avoid any contact with your genitals or face for at least a full day. Your hair could irritate her skin before she’s fully healed.”
“What about my hands or toys?”
“Hands aren’t a problem and as long as the toys aren’t made of anything that could irritate her skin, those should be fine as well. And of course you know where to find me if you have any concerns.”
“I do. Thank you, Luna.”
“You’re welcome, sir. I’ll give you some privacy to get your Little one dressed.”
If I had any energy left, I’d laugh at the idea of Luna giving us privacy after she’s just had her face all but buried in my vagina. But I’m too exhausted to even make a sound as she exits the room, leaving me alone once more with Daddy and Auntie Cat.
The latter peels my hippo from me with gentle words of encouragement. “You can have her back in just a moment, sweet girl. Your Daddy needs to put your pretty dress back on. You don’t want to leave the spa naked, do you?”
In the face of everything else that’s happened today, that humiliation is barely a blip on my radar. Still, I don't actually want to be carried out of here in only my diaper, so I force my grip on the hippo to loosen as Auntie Cat pries her from my arms.
“There’s my pretty little doll.” Hooking his hands beneath my arms, Daddy lifts me off the table and sets me on my feet. By now, I don't even care who is seeing me naked. I’ve compartmentalized it, much like I do when I change between dance numbers backstage. They’re just boobs, after all. Most people have seen more than their fair share during their lifetime, so there’s nothing to be embarrassed by.
I lift my arms when I’m instructed so Daddy can pull my dress over my head and down my body to cover my diaper. Well, as much as it does, anyway. I haven’t forgotten that the ruffles don’t quite cover my butt the way Juliet and Victoria’s do, but I’m finding it almost impossible to care now.
Maybe I am actually becoming his little doll. A plaything for him to do with as he pleases, with no thoughts or feelings of my own. An empty vessel for the man I call Daddy to fill.
Would that be so bad? A life being pampered and spoiled, without having to think or worry about anything?
I know, somewhere deep in the back of my mind, that I should fight that train of thought with everything I have.
But I’m just too fucking tired.