Chapter 11
VALENTINA
The pure shock that comes over my Little girl’s face at my words nearly brings me to an orgasm right on the spot. I’m already on edge after watching my husband turn her into a sobbing, babbling mess with a simple hand spanking.
In twenty years of marriage, I’ve never been so fucking attracted to him.
“But I don’t wear diapers!”
Ignoring her protests for the time being, I meet Bash’s burning gaze over her head. “Daddy, can you help me get these panties off our babygirl?”
“No! Mommy, no!”
Luckily for me, my husband is much stronger than our Little girl, and he’s easily able to wrestle her leggings and panties from her while I hold her as still as I’m able.
Once she’s naked from the waist down, I pass her off to Bash, who cradles her in his arms, giving her reddened bottom a firm pat.
“Calm down, little gremlin. If you kick Mommy, she’s going to be very cross with you.”
“But I don’t wanna wear a diaper!” Junie wails, sounding so absolutely pitiful I can’t help but smile.
She’s always been a tad overdramatic, but nothing like what I’m witnessing right now. I wonder if it’s because her Daddy is here and she knows he’s far more indulgent than I am.
Whatever the reason, it’s actually rather adorable, watching her whine and pout about wearing a diaper. I’ve been dying to put her in one for months now, but she’s always held firm on it being a hard limit. And within the confines of the club, I respected those limits.
Now, however… she is mine. Mine to spoil, mine to punish, and mine to do whatever dirty, filthy, humiliating things I please with.
Reaching into my purse, I pull out one of the diapers I’ve been carrying with me ever since my Junie—our Junie—agreed to be mine on a more regular basis.
I’ll admit I’ve felt a little foolish carrying them around with me all this time when she’s been so adamant about not wearing one, but clearly my whimsical ways have paid off.
“I know you don’t want to wear one,” I say, addressing her dramatic protests as I lift her legs as high as I’m able within the confines of the vehicle. “But you are only a Little girl, after all. What if you get overexcited and have an accident?”
“I won’t, Mommy, I promise!”
She sounds so adorably earnest, I can’t help but smile as I slide the soft cotton beneath her bottom. “Well, we all know how hard it is for Little girls to keep their promises when they get excited, don’t we?”
“Daddy, don’t let her put me in a diaper! You know I’m a Big girl!”
Curious to see how my husband answers, I glance up, pausing in the act of securing the diaper around our babygirl’s hips.
To my utter delight, Bash frowns down at our sniffling Little girl.
“Mommy made a decision, and you will respect that decision, Juniper Skye. I am only going to tell you this once: Mommy and I are a team. Which means we respect each other and if one of us tells you something, then we both expect you to abide by it. The next time you try to get around a call one of us has made by running to the other, you will be a very, very sorry Little girl. Am I making myself crystal clear, young lady?”
Junie’s cheeks are already pink from all the crying and fussing, but the color deepens considerably at her Daddy’s stern words. Ducking her head, she sniffles pitifully, and my heart constricts in my chest at how sweet she sounds. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Softening with a quiet sigh, Bash presses a kiss to her temple. “It’s all right, baby. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again. If Mommy says you need a diaper, then Daddy says you need a diaper too.”
If someone had told me a week ago that Bash and I would be here, with our own sweet Little trapped between us, I would have said they were crazy.
But right now, in this moment, it’s hard to believe we haven’t always been these people. Mommy and Daddy, with our naughty babygirl crying in his arms as I wrap her up in a diaper. It all feels so damn natural.
Once the diaper is secured, I lean forward to press my own kiss to our Junie’s hair. “There we go, princess. That’s not so bad, is it?”
“It is!” Junie insists with another dramatic wail. “It’s embarrassing! Everyone will know!”
“Nobody is going to know, baby. Come on, let’s get your leggings back on and your pretty dress put back to rights and not a single soul will know you’re wearing a diaper under your clothes.”
It’s clear she doesn’t want to give in, but the ever-present threat of additional punishments seems to have quelled her desire to fight.
She lets me help her fix her dress with the fluffy skirt covered in—of course—elephants, and although the skirt is a bit short, it isn’t at all obvious that she’s wearing a diaper.
Which is, I’ll admit, a bit disappointing.
Despite my promise that nobody would be able to tell, I’d secretly hoped it would be a bit more obvious.
My babygirl is rather adorable when she’s embarrassed.
With Junie dressed again, I pull a fresh wet wipe from my purse and gently clean the newest round of tears from her cheeks. “There we go. Our perfect Little girl. Are you ready for the zoo, princess?”
Still looking rather flushed, Junie nods, the movement uncharacteristically shy. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Before we go, we need some ground rules,” Bash says, his voice so stern it sends a shiver of anticipation up my spine. “You will be polite and you will listen to what Mommy and Daddy tell you. If we have to ask you more than twice to do something, you will earn a punishment.”
Eyes wide with shock, Junie shakes her head. “You can’t spank me in the middle of the zoo!”
“My na?ve Little girl.” Chuckling, I tap the end of her nose with my finger.
“There’s more than one way to punish a naughty girl in public.
You might have to sit at a table in timeout or miss out on an activity.
But yes, if you are very naughty, you will get spanked.
Mommy has absolutely no problem taking you to a bathroom and pulling your leggings and diaper down to spank your bare bottom. Am I understood?”
“But Mommy?—”
“Juniper.” I infuse her name with warning and she snaps her lips together, defiance flaring in her bright eyes.
She doesn’t argue any further, however, so I reward her with a kiss. “Good girl. And just keep in mind, you have full control over whether you get punished or not. If you’re a good girl and follow all of the rules, Mommy has no reason to spank you.”
“Yes, Mommy,” she grumbles, still looking rather put out over the knowledge that I will, in fact, spank her in public if her behavior calls for it.
Satisfied that she’s done fighting us for the time being, I glance back up at Bash, who is watching me with a hunger in his eyes I haven’t seen since we were newlyweds.
I let him see my own need, fierce and burning so hot I wonder how it doesn’t set me on fire right here in the car, before nodding for him to continue. “What other rules, Daddy?”
With one last smoldering look my direction, he refocuses on our pouting babygirl.
“You will be holding mine or Mommy’s hands at all times.
And if you’re a very good girl, Mommy and Daddy will each buy you one present from the gift shop but no more.
If you whine or pout about it, we will leave without any fun presents. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“All right, then.” Reaching for the door, Bash grins. “Who’s ready for the zoo?”
Junie
How the hell did this get so far out of my control?
Sandwiched between Mommy and Daddy, each of my hands clasped in one of theirs, I am painfully aware of the thick cotton wedged between my thighs.
My ass feels like it’s two sizes too big, and despite Mommy’s assurances to the contrary, I’m convinced there’s no possible way people can’t tell I’m wearing a diaper.
The worst part, though, is that some part of me is actually enjoying being their baby. As humiliating as it is to be forced to wear a diaper in public, there’s a needy ache between my thighs that only seems to grow worse with every embarrassing step forward.
Maybe if I behave myself, I can talk Mommy into taking me to the bathroom for something other than a spanking. I’ve never been big on exhibition outside the club, but the thought of other people overhearing me beg my Mommy for pleasure has the warmth in my pussy ratcheting up to an inferno of need.
It’s gonna be a long day.
Thankfully, the zoo is one of those places that allows me to effortlessly slip into my Little space without embarrassment. As soon as we walk through the gates, I immediately drop Daddy’s hand to point at a sign. “Elephants! Can we go see the elephants, please?”
I manage to stop just short of actually calling them Mommy and Daddy, not wanting to embarrass them.
Mommy looks down at me and smiles, the gesture full of such adoration it nearly melts me into a puddle. “Of course, baby. We have all day to explore. But remember your rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Letting Daddy take my hand again, I try to ignore the fact that I probably do look like an actual Little girl trapped between her Mommy and Daddy. Most people are too caught up in themselves to actually care what anyone else is doing.
At least, that’s what I’m going to tell myself.
For a while, it works. I lose myself in my Little space, squealing over the giraffes and rhinos and various other animals while we make our way toward the elephants.
But when Daddy suggests we detour through the primate house so we don’t have to double back, my Little really takes over. And not in a good way.
“No!” Yanking my hand from both of theirs, I cross my arms and stomp my foot, not caring that I’m breaking at least two of Daddy’s rules in the process. “I wanna see the elephants!”
Mommy and Daddy share a look, and Daddy leans in, his voice dropping low. “Little girl, do you need a timeout?”
“No. I need to see the elephants.”
“And you will, in just a little bit. Unless you’d rather we take you home and you can spend the rest of the day writing lines about how to behave in public.”
That threat does what the threat of timeout failed to. “Daddy, no,” I whine, dropping my arms to pout up at him. “I don’t wanna leave!”
“Then I suggest you lose this attitude right now, little girl. Am I understood?”
Dropping my gaze to the ground, I sniffle against the tears burning in my throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Give Daddy your hand.”
I let him take my hand again, and Mommy returns to her place at my other side. Sandwiched between them, I allow myself to be led to the primate house.
And try not to dwell on the unhappy feelings sitting like lead weights in my tummy.