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 ismine. 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—ourJunie—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,verysorry 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 damnnatural.
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’sembarrassing! 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 naïve 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?—”
