“Yes, sassy girl. I told you all of us have supplies ready for our future mates. I’ve also made a list of things we need and given itto Quinn. He and Ronan are going into town tomorrow. They’ll bring back everything on my list.”
“Are they going to bring me pants?”
I chuckle as I fix her toothbrush. “Hmmm… I don’t think I remembered to put pants on the list.”
She swats playfully at my forearm. “Daddy…”
“I’m teasing, Little love. Don’t you worry. You’ll see when they get back.” I fix her toothbrush and hand it to her.
She takes it from me and leans over to brush her teeth.
I know I’m crowding her. I have my chest pressed against her back and my legs parted to straddle the stool. She’s trapped against the sink.
I brush my teeth at the same time and lean around her to rinse.
She squirms against me. “You have no sense of personal space.”
I chuckle as I lift her from the stool and stand her next to the toilet. “Little love, you have no idea. You won’t even remember what personal space is soon.” I point toward the commode. “Pee, Brea.”
She sets her hands on her hips and faces me. “Privacy?”
Shaking my head, I say, “Never.”
She crosses her arms defiantly, looking adorable. She even tries to stand taller, but she’s way too short for her attempt to appear larger and fierce. Fierce is never going to be a word to describe her stature even though I suspect she’ll pull it off in a battle of wits.
I can’t keep from grinning. “You have about five seconds to sit your bottom on that toilet and pee. If you’re not fast enough, you’ll go to bed without emptying your bladder. It’s up to you. It just means you’ll end up wetting your diaper earlier in the night and be stuck with it heavy and warm between your legs.”
She gasps. “I don’t need a diaper,Daddy,” she sasses, leaning forward. “I’m a grown adult. I’m not sleeping in a diaper. Just because I wet myself in my comatose state last night doesn’t mean it will ever happen again. It won’t. Trust me.”
I narrow my gaze. “Five… Four…”
She grumbles as she quickly lowers her panties and sits on the toilet.
I don’t move an inch or look away as she pees. When she’s done, I let her wipe.
“Good girl.” I point toward the sink. “Wash your hands,” I say as if she’s incapable of coming up with that on her own. Her cheeks are red, and she humphs as she stomps over to the sink. It’s comical that she’s so small she needs the stool. It’s incongruent with her fury. I love it.
I block her from leaving the bathroom and reach for the hem of her shirt, whipping it over her head before she can protest. I drop it in the hamper, turn back, squat in front of her, grab the elastic of her panties, and strip her of those, too. “Step out,” I order.
“Daddy…” she whines.
When she doesn’t raise either foot, I simply wrap my arm around her, lift her into the air, and haul her out of the bathroom, leaving her panties on the floor where they’d fallen around her feet.
“Daddy!”
I give her sore bottom a hard swat. “Behave.”
She squirms in my embrace, but she’s no match, and seconds later, I drop her on the bed. I’ve already prepared a bottle, and I set a palm on her torso to keep her from wiggling out of my reach while I grab a diaper.
“Daddy, no. I’m serious. I don’t want to wear a diaper.”
She’s never going to win in a battle of strength or will against me. I lift her legs high enough to cause her bottom to riseand slide the absorbent material under her. Brea continues to squirm, trying futilely to escape me.
“Lie still, naughty girl. Let me put some ointment on your pussy to protect your skin.”
She shakes her head back and forth wildly, shoving at my firm hand on her tummy. “No, Daddy, please. It’s humiliating. I don’t want to pee in a diaper. I want to use the bathroom.”
I’m not the least bit phased by her little tantrum. I’m also not surprised. I suspect a lot of new mates balk at the idea of using a diaper. It’s not something human females are used to wearing. But she needs to learn that I’m in charge.Idecide when to expect this level of submission.
