By the time Natalie is finished with her bath, it’s as if the enema never even happened. She’s back to her usually bright, curious self as I carry her into the closet to pick out her clothes for the day.
“Which color do you want today, kitten?” I ask, gesturing to the row of tulle and silk hanging just at eye level.
But Natalie just wrinkles her nose in response. “None of them.”
“You'd rather spend the day in just your diaper?”
A pretty blush creeps into her cheeks at my dry suggestion. “No, but I don’t wanna wear a dress, either. And you said I only had to wear them on special occasions.”
“Perhaps I consider your first trip to Doctor D a special occasion.” But she does have a point, so I ignore the roll of her eyes and carry her over to a tall dresser. Opening the third drawer down, I scan our options. “Hmm. How about a compromise?”
“Do you even know what that word means?”
There’s a teasing note in her voice that I can’t help but chuckle at. “Little brat. Of course I know what it means. Which is why it’s such a big deal that I’m offering you one now.”
A bit of pink creeps into her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed. Of course, if you’d rather I just choose for you…”
“No, no I wanna choose!”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll give you three options. Either one of your special occasion dresses…” I pull out a onesie emblazoned with the words “Naughty Girl” in bright pink as well as a cute denim overall dress. “Or one of these.”
Picking up the onesie, she giggles as she reads the words. “This would look cute with a skirt.”
“No, kitten. If you choose the onesie, that is all you’ll be wearing.”
That little bit of pink in her cheeks turns to a flood. “Oh. Well, I don’t like that. So the overalls, I guess.”
A dark thrill races through me. “Pity. You’d look adorable waddling around downtown in nothing but a onesie.”
“First, I do notwaddle. Second, no thank you.”
How much of an aversion she has to the onesie is good information to have. When the time comes that my little kitten needs to be put very firmly back in her place, a little public humiliation will come in handy. “The dress it is.”
After a bit more discussion, we settle on a black shirt covered with small silver stars for her to wear under the dress. It isn’t until she’s fully dressed that Natalie realizes exactly why I was so willing to compromise.
Twisting in front of the full-length mirror in her room, she frowns. “Oh, heck no! Everyone can see I’m wearing a diaper!”
“And you look adorable. We need to get going, kitten. We don’t want to be late.”
“I changed my mind. I’ll wear one of the poofy dresses!”
Doing my best to look solemn and not as though I’m enjoying every second of her discomfort, I pick her up and settle her on my hip. “Too late. This is the outfit you chose, so this is what you’ll be wearing.”
“ButDaddy.”
Goddamn if that whiny voice doesn’t make my cock ache like a bad tooth. “Yes, kitten?”
“I don’t want everyone to see my diaper!”
“Something to keep in mind for the future, I suppose.”
Lucas is waiting for us in the foyer, and he opens the front door as we approach, a small smile playing on his lips as he listens to Natalie whine.
“But I’ll let you in on a secret.”
The prospect of a secret has her eyes lighting with a curious, hungry gleam. “What kind of secret?”
