Chapter 11
L ouisa
That night I stood in the hallway outside the dining room, my stomach in knots as I tugged at the hem of the childish pink dress Esme had brought.
The plastic pants over my diaper made a soft crinkling sound with every movement, and the bulk between my thighs forced my legs slightly apart in a way that felt utterly humiliating.
“Come in, Little Lulu,” Jax called, his voice carrying that dangerous edge of authority I was learning to recognize instantly. “Our guests are eager to meet you.”
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the elegant dining room.
The table was set with fine china and crystal, candles casting a warm glow over everything.
It looked like a scene from a luxury magazine—except for the armed guards standing around the perimeter and the two dangerous-looking men seated at the table.
“I’d like you to meet Oscar and Viktor, two of my associates,” Jax said.
Oscar wore an expensive suit in deep burgundy, his dark hair slicked back from a face that seemed perpetually amused. Viktor was older, with steel-gray hair and pale blue eyes that assessed me with clinical detachment.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, standing and extending his hand toward me, “this is my Little Lulu.”
I wanted to die right there, standing in my pink dress and Mary Janes while these powerful criminals looked me over like merchandise. The diaper crinkled as I moved forward to take Jax’s outstretched hand, and I saw Oscar’s lips twitch in amusement.
“Charming,” Viktor commented, his Russian accent adding a sinister edge to the word. “She seems… young.”
“That’s the point,” Jax replied, guiding me to sit in the chair beside him. I noticed with burning humiliation that my place setting included a plastic cup with a lid and straw. “Isn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, keeping my eyes downcast as Rudy began serving the first course.
The meal progressed with excruciating slowness.
I picked at my food, too tense to eat much, while the men discussed business as if I weren’t there.
At first, their conversation seemed mundane—market trends, shipping routes, profit margins.
Despite my fear and embarrassment, I found myself listening more attentively as they delved deeper into their operations.
“The problem,” Jax said, swirling his wine thoughtfully, “is inefficiency. Too many independent operators cutting product, undercutting prices, starting territorial disputes. It’s bad for business.”
“It’s always been this way,” Oscar countered, gesturing dismissively. “Chaos is part of the game.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Jax explained, leaning forward slightly. “What we need is organization. Structure. Think about it—if we operated more like a legitimate business, with clearly defined territories and profit-sharing agreements, everyone would make more money with less violence.”
Viktor shook his head, his steel-gray hair catching the candlelight. “That would never work unless we could eliminate half the distributors and get buy-in from the rest. Too many freelancers, too many cowboys who think they can make it on their own.”
“I agree completely,” Jax said, nodding as he sipped his wine. “What we need is a conference. The three of us and all the distributors in one room, laying down the new rules, and taking out the freelancers and the cowboys.”
A chill ran through me as I realized what they were discussing so casually over dinner. These men were talking about eliminating people—actual human beings—as if discussing how to trim a hedge. I gripped my plastic cup tighter, trying to keep my expression neutral while my mind raced.
Oscar raised an eyebrow, setting down his fork. “You really think the distributors would show up for something so clearly dangerous? They’d smell a trap immediately.”
Jax smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist. “They’ll show up if they think something hot and kinky is going on.” His hand suddenly dropped to my knee under the table, squeezing it meaningfully as he looked at me. “Something they wouldn’t want to miss.”
I swallowed hard as I realized all three men were now looking at me with a new kind of interest. My skin crawled beneath their appraising gazes.
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Viktor asked, his pale eyes lingering on my childish outfit.
Jax’s hand slid higher up my thigh, the possessive touch making me tremble. “I think a little demonstration might be in order. Stand up, Little Lulu.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I slowly rose to my feet, the diaper crinkling loudly in the sudden silence. Jax pushed back from the table, creating a space between himself and the dining table.
“Come here,” he commanded, patting his knee. “I think Oscar and Viktor would enjoy seeing what a good little girl you can be.”
With trembling legs, I moved to stand beside him. His hand caught my wrist, and before I could react, he pulled me across his lap. I felt the cool air on the backs of my thighs as he flipped up the back of my pink dress, exposing my diapered bottom to the room.
“As you can see, gentlemen,” Jax explained conversationally, as if displaying a prized possession, “I keep my little girl properly diapered when she’s not being used.
” His hand rubbed over the plastic pants, the sound of the crinkling filling the room.
“But when it’s time for her to serve, I have easy access. ”
With that, he pulled down the back of my diaper and plastic pants just enough to expose my bare bottom to his business associates. I gasped, burying my face in my hands as I felt the cool air on my exposed skin.
“Beautiful,” Oscar murmured appreciatively. “And so well disciplined already.”
“Not quite,” Jax corrected, his hand rubbing the curve of my bottom. “She still needs regular correction. Don’t you, Little Lulu?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice muffled by my hands and trembling with humiliation.
“I think a little demonstration is in order,” Jax announced. “My Little Lulu was very naughty yesterday.”
Without warning, his hand came down hard on my exposed bottom. I yelped, the sharp sting making me jerk across his lap.
“You see,” Jax continued, as if giving a business presentation while he spanked me, “I’ve developed some expertise over the years in identifying young women who need the sort of correction men like us can supply.
Girls like my Little Lulu here, who’ve gone astray and need firm guidance to find their true nature. ”
His hand cracked down again, making me whimper. I could feel the heat building in my bottom as he continued to spank me in front of his criminal associates. The worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the way my body was responding, growing wet between my legs despite my mental protests.
Suddenly, Jax lifted me from his lap. “I think our guests deserve a better look at what we’re discussing,” he said, his voice casual as if discussing a business proposal rather than my body.
Before I could process what was happening, I found myself being placed on the dining table, the fine china hastily moved aside by Rudy. Jax positioned me on my hands and knees among the three men, my body trembling with fear and unwanted arousal.
“You see,” Jax said, reaching for the Velcro tabs of my diaper, “the… shall we say?… merchandising potential is considerable.” The diaper came away in his hands, leaving me completely exposed to their hungry gazes.
My face burned with humiliation as he spread my legs wider, showcasing my freshly shaved pussy and anus.
“Notice how wet she is,” he continued, running a finger along the terribly sensitive cleft of my pussy.
I whimpered as he collected my arousal on his fingertip and held it up for Viktor and Oscar to see.
“Even while being humiliated in front of strangers. That’s how you know you have the right type of girl. ”
“This is too much,” I whispered, trying to close my legs. “Please, Daddy, not like this?—”
His hand cracked across my already tender bottom, making me yelp. “Did I give you permission to speak, little girl?” Another sharp slap followed, then another. “Did I?”
“No, Daddy,” I sobbed, tears of shame and pain sliding down my cheeks.
Oscar leaned forward, his eyes dark with desire. “May I?” he asked, reaching toward me.
Jax nodded, and I felt Oscar’s hand on my burning bottom, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “So ready for it.”
Viktor circled the table until he stood in front of me. His cold blue eyes studied my face as I remained on all fours, unable to hide any part of myself. “I like the ones who blush,” he commented, his growing bulge demonstrating the truth of his statement.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, his hand still possessively on my hip, “would you be interested in fucking my little girl? Once she’s properly trained, of course.”
I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He couldn’t possibly mean to let these men use me. Yet the thought sent a confusing pulse of heat between my legs that I couldn’t control.
“Absolutely,” Oscar replied without hesitation, his accent thickening with arousal. “She’s exquisite.”
Viktor nodded slowly. “I would be most interested in sampling such a unique offering.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. These powerful, dangerous men were discussing me like a delicacy to be shared, and my traitorous body was responding with unmistakable arousal.
To my involuntary, shameful disappointment, Jax shook his head and placed a restraining hand on Oscar’s wrist as the man reached to explore me further.
“Not yet, gentlemen,” Jax said, his voice firm, but apologetic. “She isn’t quite ready for something so… advanced. I haven’t even fucked her little bottom yet.” His hand stroked possessively over my exposed rear. “But I think you can see what a draw Louisa, and girls like her, could be.”
I felt a confusing mix of relief and—to my horror—let-down flood through me. Part of me had been terrified at the prospect of being used by these dangerous men, but between my thighs a very different reaction had taken hold.
“I know where I can get enough bad little girls for a conference like the one I’m proposing,” Jax continued. “I have associates who deal in such things, and wouldn’t mind being in business with us.”
Oscar raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. “And you think your associates could make certain these girls… let’s say… entertain… a room full of drug distributors?”
“With the right preparation,” Jax replied confidently. “And the right incentives.”
Viktor leaned back in his chair, swirling his brandy thoughtfully. “It’s an intriguing proposal, but risky. Getting all the distributors in one place…” He shook his head. “As I said, many would suspect a trap.”
“That’s why the entertainment needs to be exceptional,” Jax said, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. “Something they can’t resist.”
“I’m open to the idea,” Oscar said after exchanging a look with Viktor. “But we’ll need more details before committing.”
Jax nodded, taking possessive hold of my sore bottom and making me whimper. “Of course. And when the conference happens, I’ll be happy to share Louisa with you both while the distributors enjoy the other bad girls.”
I trembled at his words, staring down at the floor as my face burned with humiliation. I was to be a special treat for the bosses, while other girls like me would be offered to the rank and file. The thought made me sick, but the wetness between my legs told a different, more shameful story.
“For now,” Jax continued, “let’s finish our meal.
” He picked me up from the table as if I weighed nothing, then lowered me back to my chair.
He pulled the plastic pants and diaper down my legs and off me, then gave them to Rudy.
Once I was naked under the pink dress, Jax turned to the other men and continued, “I have some Japanese whiskey waiting in my den, and although she isn’t quite ready for sharing fully, I’d love your help in training my Little Lulu further.
I want her ready for what’s going to happen to her little bottom when you gentlemen depart this evening. ”