“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 youonepresent 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 Littlereallytakes 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. Ineedto 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.
