“Ow, Daddy, that hurts!” she whines, wiggling her hips in an attempt to dislodge me.
“I’m certain it does. Peter never does anything without doing it well,” I add with a chuckle. “You’d do well to keep that in mind. When I’m working, Peter will likely be the one taking care of you and he will not hesitate to spank your bare bottom again if you’re naughty.”
She whimpers again, and I take pity on her, enough to release my hold on her bottom. I run the washcloth lightly over her skin, and even though the cloth is incredibly soft, she lets out another low whine. No doubt it feels rather rough against her punished skin, but it can’t be helped.
Setting the cloth aside, I pick up the body wash and squirt it directly onto her bottom hole. Isabelle squeaks, jerking forward slightly, but there’s nowhere for her to go. And when I push one finger inside her, coating her inner walls with the soap, she shakes her head, her wet hair flying.
“No, Daddy, no! Nothing else in my bottom!”
“You need to be nice and clean for the doctor, little doll. Now hold still and let Daddy wash you.”
Dropping her head, she releases a shuddering sob as I work my finger in and out of her bottom. Her muscles clench around my finger, and I have to bite back a groan at the thought of how good she will feel around my cock. If I’m lucky, she’ll forget about her punishment enough to misbehave again soon, and I’ll have an excuse to fuck her tight bottom hole. Not that I need an excuse, since she is mine to do with as I please, but I prefer to savethatparticular hole for punishments. In my experience, Little girls learn best from a sore bottom, inside and out.
That certainly doesn't mean I can’t enjoy my little doll’s bottom in other ways. Reaching over my head, I grab the detachable shower head I had installed on both ends of the shower. I flip it on, using my free hand to spread her bottom cheeks and expose the winking star of her anus, making sure to thoroughly rinse the soap from her naughty little hole.
When she’s as clean as she can possibly be, I return the shower head to its rightful place. Gripping each of her bottom cheeks in my hands, I spread her open wide and lean in to prod at her clenched hole with my tongue.
“Daddy!”
Shock rings in her tone, and I can’t help but chuckle at how scandalized she sounds as I fuck her bottom hole with my tongue. She wiggles again, trying to escape, but I simply tighten my grip on her bottom. With another cry of pain, she goes still, her torso shuddering with the deep breaths she drags in as I explore.
Sliding one hand around her hip, I plunge a finger into her soaked pussy. And it’s not simply soaked because she’s been sitting in the bath. No, it’s pure arousal, buckets of it drenching my finger. Her sweet little cunt spasms around my finger as she cries out, whether in pleasure or protest I’m not sure. Both, if I had to guess.
I keep up my play, ignoring her cries of distress as I work her into a frenzy, bringing her to the very edge of pleasure before pulling away.
“No orgasms for you today, naughty girl,” I remind her with a laugh as I pat her quivering bottom cheek. “Come, let’s finish getting cleaned up so we can get you to the doctor.”
Isabella settles between my legs again with an annoyed huff, her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.
Poor little doll. Denied again. If she’s smart, she’ll learn from today’s lessons and she’ll abandon her plans of escape.
But I have a feeling my little girl is far more stubborn than she lets on. And I can’t wait to see what she gets into next.
ChapterEleven
Isabella
Sadistic son of a bitch.
Of course, I keep that thought to myself. I’m not keen for a repeat of the punishment I just endured, especially so soon. Not with my bottom still aching and my throat still raw from swallowing Daddy's cock.
But even with all that, there’s a part of me that longs for the comfort of his arms again. Having him join me in the bath was an unexpected turn of events, but I can’t deny the warmth and security I found in his arms. Now, standing in the middle of my closet in nothing but a diaper, all I want is to be held again.
The logical part of me recognizes how dangerous that longing is. If I let myself fall into his trap, if I let myself actuallyfeelsomething for the man who kidnapped me and is holding me hostage on this island of perversion, escaping will be that much harder. Better, by far, to keep my distance as much as possible.
So even though my chest is aching, I refuse to ask him to hold me. Instead, I watch as he scans the rows and rows of dresses in front of me before choosing a pale green that almost matches the walls of my nursery. Like the pink dress yesterday, this one has layers and layers of tulle, making it puff out around me.
Only this time, when I give Daddy my obligatory twirl in front of the mirror, I notice how short the dress is. Victoria and Juliet’s dresses both fell to about mid-thigh, but mine… mine does not even cover my diaper.
Frowning at my reflection, I tug at the dress, trying everything in my power to pull it down. At least low enough to hide the fact that I’m wearing a freaking diaper. There’s absolutely no way I can go out in public like this.
“Stop fussing, Isabella. You’re going to wrinkle your pretty dress.”
“But it’s too short!”
“Nonsense. It’s exactly the length I want it to be.” Bending, he plucks me off the ground, balancing me on his hip as he smiles widely. “You look adorable, little doll. But we need to get going so we aren’t late for your appointment.”
There’s no point in denying myself the comfort of his embrace if I’m already in his arms, so I bury my face in his neck with a deliberately pitiful sniffle. “Don’t wanna go.”
