Once I’m finally all clean, he lifts me from the tub, drying my skin with such care it brings fresh tears to my eyes. Only now,they aren’t tears of humiliation and frustration, but of… well, I’m not really surewhatit is I’m feeling. It feels too raw to be simple happiness, but I don’t have a name for the odd ache in my chest.
“All right, little firecracker. Let’s get you dressed.”
When he hoists me up into his arms, I wrap my arms and legs around him, telling myself it’s just so I don’t fall.
Liars get their mouths washed out with soap, remember?
I wonder if lying to myself counts.
Before I can wander too far down that particular rabbit hole, we stop, and I force my heavy eyelids open.
And gasp in pure shock.
In front of me is the most incredible dress I’ve ever seen. A couple years ago, I got a random ad online for these fairytale dresses, made of layers and layers of tulle and lace and silk. Every now and then, I’d let myself peruse the online store, sighing over how pretty they were and daydreaming of being able to afford evenoneof those dresses.
Now there’s one hanging right in front of me, and the want is an ache in my chest. Reaching out a hand, I run my fingers lovingly over the blue-and-white pattern. “Oh. Oh, it’s so pretty.”
“I’m glad you think so. Because it’s all yours.”
Admiration twists into horror as I snatch my hand away. “I can’t wear that! It’s too pretty!”
“Nonsense. Nothing is too pretty for my babygirl.”
Heat that’s both embarrassment and pleasure floods my cheeks. “That dress is…” I shake my head, unable to think of the right word to describe the creation in front of me. “I’ll ruin it in an hour. Give me something normal to wear, please.”
Daddy hums quietly, as if he’s seriously considering my demands. “I’m not going to do that. But I will give you a choice.”
Suspicion crawls up my spine and I narrow my eyes at him as he grabs both the dress and some kind of duffel bag from the closet. “What kind of choice?”
Carrying me to the bed, he lays the dress and me both out on top of the rumpled covers. A smile curves his lips as he stares down at me. “You can choose to wear your new dress with a sore bottom or without a sore bottom.”
“That’s not a choice!”
“It certainly is.” Unwrapping the towel, he exposes me to his gaze, and my entire body heats at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in my naked form. “Maybe not the choice youwant, but it is certainly a choice.”
I want to wear that dress. So damn bad it’s like a physical ache in my tummy. But I’m also terrified of what will happen if I ruin it.
On the other hand, Daddy has already proven he has no problem spanking me for refusing to follow his directions. And, well, it’s his money to waste. “Fine. I’ll wear it.” I add a hint of attitude to my voice, like I’m not secretly thrilled at the prospect of wearing such a gorgeous creation.
Chuckling, Daddy reaches into the odd duffel bag and pulls a white bottle free. “I’m glad we settled that.”
Twisting the cap to open it, he turns the bottle upside down, and a fine white powder sprinkles over my private parts. The powder is cool, refreshing, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I can’t shake the suspicion that something big is happening. “Umm. What are you doing?”
One eyebrow cocking, he continues to sprinkle the powder all over mydown therearea. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“It looks like you’re putting baby powder on me. Why?”
“Because I enjoy the way it smells.” Letting that explanation hang in the air, he pulls something else from the bag and my brain simply stops working as I try to make sense of what I’m seeing. “And because it will help keep your bottom and your pussy nice and fresh while you’re wearing your diaper.”
CHAPTER 4
TABITHA
For a moment, the world itself seems to freeze around me as my brain scrambles to make sense of what I’m seeing and hearing. Because there isno possible waythis man just told me he wants me to wear a diaper.
I must be hallucinating. Or dreaming. Maybe I’m just more hungover than I realized.
“While I’m… what?” I ask, my voice scratchy from the sudden dryness in my throat.
