After what seems like an eternity, it happens. My bladder releases, filling the cotton diaper with urine.
“Good girl.” Daddy’s voice drops to a deep growl. “Would you like your reward now, little doll?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
He hits a button… and I shatter. Screaming out my pleasure, I writhe in my soaked diaper, humiliation joining with the molten pleasure flooding my body, creating the most delicious cocktail of sensation I’ve ever experienced.
“Such a good, sweet little doll,” Daddy murmurs, capturing my lips with his as a second orgasm crashes over me. “Daddy is so proud of you, Isabella. Let’s go get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. We have visitors.”
* * *
Gideon
For the second time today, I carry my Little girl down to meet members of her new family. So much for having her to myself for a bit, but I suppose I can’t blame them. We’re all so excited to be here, building this little oasis of depravity for ourselves, and I’m just as eager as the rest of them to watch our family grow.
“Uncle Gideon!” Victoria’s happy squeals reach my ears a moment before she comes running out of the parlor—and skids to a stop in front of me.
Maxwell is right behind her, his expression a stern mask as he takes his Little girl’s arm in one hand and swats her bottom with the other. “No running in the house, Victoria Rose. You know better.”
Howling far louder than the swats on her diaper-covered bottom likely warrant, Victoria dances in place. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry! I was just ‘cited!”
“You can be excited and still follow the rules, little girl.” With two more hard swats, this time to Victoria’s bare thighs, Maxwell ends the spanking and scoops his sniffling Little girl up into his arms. “My apologies, Gideon. Victoria’s been begging to come see you ever since she heard you’d returned from your… work trip.”
There’s an emphasis on those last two words that tell me he knows I haven’t been traveling for work nearly as much as I’ve claimed over the past few months. No doubt he has plenty of questions about how I got my little doll to the island, but he’s not going to ask in front of the Littles.
“No apologies necessary. Isabella, meet your Uncle Max and his Little girl, Victoria.”
“You can call me Tori,” Victoria offers with a watery smile. “Everyone does. Except Daddy ‘cuz he’s a big ole fuddy duddy.”
“I'm beginning to think I don't spank you enough, little thief.” Despite the implied threat, Maxwell’s lips curve up in a smile as he shakes his head at his Little girl’s antics.
Isabella raises her head, tentatively taking in her new visitors. “Hi Tori. Hi Uncle Max.”
“Hello, sweetheart.” Maxwell smiles, and like his voice, it’s full of a warmth that is reserved for our family and our family only. “What a beautiful dress. Did your Daddy pick it out for you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, he did a very good job. Your Uncle Jasper and Juliet are waiting for us in the parlor. Would you like to go meet them?”
Just like she did with Cat, Isabella looks at me for confirmation, and my heart swells. She’s learning to obey so quickly, far more quickly than I could have anticipated, and I can hardly believe how lucky I am. “They’re very excited to meet you, little doll.”
She hesitates a moment longer, nibbling a bit at her bottom lip as she thinks, before giving a slow nod. “Okay, Daddy.”
We follow Maxwell and Victoria back into the parlor, where Jasper is seated on a couch with adorable Juliet perched on his lap. And I realize, taking in Juliet’s mutinous expression and the way her arms are crossed firmly over her chest, that I may have overstated her excitement.
A protectiveness I haven’t felt before wells up inside me and I tighten my arms around Isabella. While I adore both my nieces, Juliet has a rebellious streak a mile wide and tongue sharp enough to cut glass when the mood strikes and the last thing I want to do is put Isabella on the receiving end of her biting sarcasm.
Jasper looks up as we walk in, his expression brightening at the sight of Isabella in my arms. “Who is this adorable Little girl you’ve been hiding away from us, Gideon?”
Isabella hasn’t even been on the island for twenty-four hours, but to hear my family talk, one might think I’d been keeping her from them for months. Which, I suppose I have, considering how long I’ve been watching her, even if they don’t know that. And while I appreciate their excitement, part of me does wish I could have had more time here at home with just the two of us before the family invaded. “This is Isabella. Can you say hello to your Uncle Jasper and Juliet, little one?”
“Hello.” Her voice is softer, even more reserved than it was when she greeted Maxwell and Victoria, perhaps because she’s picked up on Juliet’s mood as well.
“Hello, sweetheart. Juliet, say hello to your new friend.”
“She isnotmy friend!”
Eyes narrowing, Jasper grips his Little girl’s face in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “If you’re going to continue being rude, I will put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom right here in front of everyone. And then I will let both of your Uncles spank you, as well. Is that what you want, Juliet?”
