Epilogue
L ouisa
I paced the living room of Jax’s and my little house, trying to focus on the view of the ocean outside rather than the sinking feeling in my tummy. My daddy would be home soon, but right now I wasn’t sure I wanted to face him.
I’d gotten a text from Jax during the afternoon, as I was leading a group counseling session at the local bad girls facility.
Little Lulu, I just looked at the credit card bill. You’re in trouble. We agreed on a number for your clothes budget: you went way over it.
Six months had gone by since my parole. Six months of building a new life with Jax in this sunny coastal town, hundreds of miles from where we’d first met. Six months of helping other bad girls understand their needs while continuing to explore my own under my daddy’s firm guidance.
But had I myself actually learned anything?
Well, yes, because I had purposely gone over budget with the shopping—not really way over, I thought, anyway.
I had been craving a kind of attention from my daddy that he had been a little too busy to give me lately. The facility had been getting a lot of new girls, and Jax had been working overtime to make sure the staff was properly trained to handle them.
Now I wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea to overspend.
I kept pacing, my bare feet silent on the polished hardwood floor.
I wore the simple sundress—white with tiny pink flowers—that showed off the tan I’d developed from our weekend beach trips; the sundress, in fact, that had cost fifty dollars more than my budget.
In the mirror on the wall, the polished pink leather of my collar, now a permanent fixture around my neck, gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.
I heard the car pull into the driveway, the familiar sound of the engine cutting off.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard multiple car doors slam.
I peered through the window and my stomach dropped.
I was suddenly absolutely positive that overspending hadn’t been a good idea when I saw that Jax wasn’t alone: Rudy and Mateo, who now worked in the same office Jax did, had come too.
I smoothed my dress and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The front door opened, and I stood in the center of the living room, hands clasped in front of me, eyes downcast in the posture my daddy preferred when he came home.
The men came in. Jax first, his tall frame filling the doorway, followed by Rudy and Mateo. All three wore similar expressions of stern disapproval that filled my tummy with anticipation and dread.
“Little Lulu,” Jax said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “Do you have something you want to tell me?”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry I went over budget, Daddy.”
“Are you?” he asked, setting his briefcase down and loosening his tie. “Because I think you did it on purpose.”
My face burned as he saw through my deception so easily. “I… maybe.”
Jax’s expression hardened. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the thin straps of my sundress.
I slipped them off my shoulders, letting the dress fall to pool around my ankles.
Beneath, I wore only the special panties with the pearl button.
I chewed my bottom lip as I looked into Jax’s stern eyes, my hands clenched into little fists as I made a wordless plea.
My daddy denied it. “Those too,” he said.
I swallowed hard and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down.
Since my parole, Jax hadn’t shared me with other daddies.
I couldn’t deny that one of the things that might have made me overspend was the thought of Rudy and Mateo, but now I could hardly believe I’d had that terribly naughty thought.
I stood naked before the three men, my body flushing under their intense scrutiny. Only my collar remained, the leather warm against my throat. I shaved my pussy for my daddy every week, so I was just as bare down there as the last time the three of them had disciplined and used me.
“What happens to bad girls who deliberately disobey their daddies?” Jax asked, his voice deceptively calm.
“They get punished, Daddy,” I whispered, my pulse quickening.
“That’s right.” Jax nodded to Rudy. “I think our Little Lulu needs a reminder of what happens when she acts like a baby who can’t control her spending. You’ll find her diapers in the top drawer of the console over there.”
“Daddy! No!” I said, my heart racing. Jax hadn’t put me in diapers since we’d moved here, and I hadn’t even known he had brought them. “Please? Not diapers?”
“Yes, diapers,” Jax confirmed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Bad girls who can’t handle grown-up responsibilities like credit cards get treated like the babies they are.”
Rudy approached with the diaper unfolded in his hands. “Lie down,” he instructed, gesturing to the leather-topped coffee table.
I hesitated, my eyes darting to Jax, silently pleading. His expression remained implacable.
“Now, Little Lulu,” he said, “or it gets worse.”
With burning cheeks, I lowered myself to the tabletop, lying flat on my back. Rudy bent over me, lifting my hips to slide the diaper underneath. The thick material felt humiliatingly familiar against my skin as he pulled it up between my legs.
“Spread wider,” he instructed, tapping my inner thighs.
I complied, my face aflame as he efficiently fastened the Velcro at my hips, securing the thick diaper in place. When he was done, he helped me to my feet, where I stood with the bulky padding between my legs, forcing me to stand with them slightly apart.
“Perfect,” my daddy said, his eyes traveling over my body—naked except for my collar and the infantile diaper. “Now, I think it’s time you showed your daddies how sorry you are.”
He sat on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here and suck your daddies’ cocks. Show us how a diaper girl apologizes.”
I waddled forward, the thick material between my legs making my movements awkward and childish.
The humiliation was overwhelming, yet I couldn’t deny the wetness gathering between my legs.
I knelt between my daddy’s spread thighs, my eyes respectfully downcast as he unfastened his belt and pants, freeing his massive cock.
It sprang up, already hard and eager, the sight of it making my mouth water despite my mortification.
I leaned forward, taking him between my lips, the familiar taste and weight of him on my tongue sending a rush of arousal through my body. My daddy’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice deepening with pleasure. “Show Daddy how sorry you are.”
I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat to take more of him. The diaper’s thickness pressed itself into my consciousness with every movement, the reminder of my regression to baby status.
“My turn,” Rudy said after several minutes. He had already freed his cock, thick and veined, to stand proudly from his open pants.
Jax guided me off his lap and toward Rudy, who had taken a seat in the armchair. I crawled awkwardly to him, the diaper hampering my movements, making me feel every bit the chastised child I was being treated as.
I took Rudy’s cock between my lips, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. His hands gripped my head more roughly than Jax’s had, controlling my pace with firm pressure.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this mouth,” he growled, thrusting upward to meet my downward movements.
My jaw ached as I serviced him, tears gathering in my eyes from the effort of taking him so deeply. All the while, the diaper rubbed against my sensitive flesh, creating a maddening friction that only heightened my arousal.
When it was Mateo’s turn, I felt my bladder twinge uncomfortably. I’d been so nervous waiting for Jax to come home that I’d drunk too much water, and now the pressure was becoming urgent.
“Daddy,” I whispered as Mateo positioned himself on the couch, his long cock in hand. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Jax’s smile was stern and knowing. “Bad girls who wear diapers use them, Little Lulu. That’s what they’re for.”
“But Daddy?—”
“Suck Daddy Mateo’s cock,” Jax interrupted, his voice hardening with command. “Now.”
With burning cheeks, I took Mateo’s length into my mouth, the pressure in my bladder building as I worked him with lips and tongue. His cock was longer than the others’, reaching deeper into my throat, making me gag slightly as he thrust upward.
By the time Mateo sent me back to Jax, I had started to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could to keep from peeing. My daddy beckoned me back to him, though, his cock still rigid and glistening with my saliva.
“Again,” he commanded, guiding me a little roughly between his powerful thighs.
I took him in my mouth once more, the huge shaft of his manhood on my tongue somehow comforting despite my predicament.
My bladder throbbed painfully now, the pressure almost unbearable as I bobbed my head up and down on my daddy’s penis.
His hands tangled in my hair, controlling my movements with gentle, but firm pressure.
“There we go,” he said softly. “Just like that. Nice and deep.”
Something about the tender note in his voice, the safety I felt even in my humiliation, made my muscles relax.
Before I could stop it, I felt the hot rush of release as my bladder let go.
Warmth flooded the diaper, spreading between my legs and around my bottom as I continued to suck Jax’s cock, tears of shame streaming down my cheeks.
The diaper grew heavier, sagging between my thighs as it absorbed the wetness. I whimpered around Jax’s cock, mortified beyond words, yet also terribly relieved at the release of pressure.
Jax must have felt the change in my body, the subtle shift as tension left my muscles. He pulled back, lifting my chin with one finger to look into my eyes.