The pressure on my abdomen increases and just like the night before, I realize I’m fighting a losing battle. But I’m still not quite ready to give in, not yet.
“I fuckingownyou, Natalie Quinn Bauer. So if I want you to piss in your diaper before I strip you bare and spank your ass red for lying to me, what are you going to do?”
I want to argue, to say I didn’t lie. But I did. I lied straight to his face, and there is nothing I can say to excuse that. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper, the tears in my voice no longer for show. Guilt churns in my stomach at the knowledge that I was a naughty, naughty Little girl.
Some voice in the back of my head screams at me that I'm being ridiculous. That he has no right to demand honesty from me after he paved the way for me to become trapped on this island. And yet, the guilt remains, so strong I find myself thinking it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten yet today or I might be sick all over myself.
“I’m sure you are sorry, kitten.” His voice is a low growl as he presses even harder on my stomach. “And you will be even more so by the time I’m through with you. But if you want to be my good girl again, you’re going to need to do as I say and use your diaper.”
Closing my eyes, I swallow hard and focus on my bladder. This is so much harder than it was the night before, maybe because then I wasn’t in trouble. Last night, it was just some new, curious thing to try. And even though it embarrassed me, I still chose to participate.
Now… Now I am keenly aware of how thoroughly and deliberately my choices have actually been stripped from me. And submitting to that loss of autonomy, that loss of free will, is so much harder than I ever imagined.
Eventually, though, my body gives in and soon the sound of my bladder emptying itself into the soft cotton of my diaper fills the room.
“That’s my good little kitten.” Ducking his head, Evander rewards me with a surprisingly sweet kiss. “If you’d been a good girl and told the truth about going to the doctor, you could be playing in a bubble bath right now. But you weren’t a good girl, were you, Natalie?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
Rolling off me, he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me over his lap with such ease it makes my breath catch in my throat. I knew he was stronger than me, but for some reason now I amveryaware of how much bigger and stronger he is. Strong enough, certainly, to keep me right where he wants me no matter how hard I fight him.
My soaked diaper is unfastened, but he doesn’t pull it away. He merely folds it down in the back, forcing me to lie in my own piss as he cups my bare ass in his large, calloused hand. “The next time you lie to my face, I will take my belt to your naughty bottom before I fill it with Daddy’s cum. Am I understood, little one?”
Fear tightens my throat, robbing me of speech, so I nod.
“Good girl. For your sake, you should hope it doesn't come to that.”
His hand connects sharply with my ass, drawing a shocked squeak from my lips. It doesn’t hurt quite as much as the switching did, but it’s more than enough to have me second-guessing all my life choices. Every swat layers fresh pain over the previous ones, igniting a fire across my ass. And since my instinct is to wiggle away, to try and evade his punishing hand as much as I’m able, I end up squirming against my soiled diaper as the fire grows hotter and hotter.
An exceptionally hard swat to the lowest part of my ass finally loosens my tongue. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for, kitten?”
My breath catches in my throat and tears burn against the backs of my eyes as the pain threatens to overwhelm me. “I’m s-sorry I l-lied!”
“Are you ever going to lie to Daddy again?”
Probably. I mean, realistically, yes, if I want to get off this island at some point. But I’m smart enough to know that answer will only end with a more painful punishment so I give him the answer I know he wants. “No, Daddy, I swear!”
Two more hard swats cap off my punishment, leaving me a sobbing, snotty mess over his lap.
“Shh, kitten. It’s all over. Daddy’s right here.”
SinceDaddyis the person who just roasted my ass, it seems counterproductive to consider him a source of comfort. But he is, against all logic, the only person I want right now.
“Lucas,” he calls, raising his voice slightly, and I realize with growing horror that my Papa must be close enough to have heard everything. “Will you come run our little one a bath?”
The door to Evander’s bedroom opens, and I bury my face in my arms to avoid looking at Lucas. “You haven't even gotten out of bed yet, little Natalie. What could you have done to make your Daddy punish you already?”
Lifting me up to sit on his lap, Evander rolls my wet diaper into a ball and hands it off to Lucas. “Tell Papa what happened, kitten.”
Oh, god. Like this isn’t humiliating enough without being forced to tell someone why I was spanked. “Daddy,” I whine, burying my face in Evander’s neck. “I don’t wanna!”
“But you will. Because Daddy said so.”
He’s right. He doesn’t even have to threaten me, because I already know what will happen if I refuse. Without lifting my head, I sigh and force the words past my lips. “I lied to Daddy.”
“Ah.” There’s a wealth of meaning in that single syllable. “Well that was very naughty, wasn’t it?”
