Anya greets us as we walk in, her nearly white hair pulled back from her face in a complicated-looking twist. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hawthorne. Is this little Natalie?”
“It is. Say hello to Anya, kitten.”
Tilting her head to the side, Natalie studies the woman behind the desk. “So what form of torture do you have up your sleeve?”
Anya blinks once, then twice. “I’m sorry?”
“Natalie.” Cat’s voice has taken on a hard edge I recognize too well. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m not! But so far everyone I’ve met today has had some hand in either embarrassing the fu—the crap outta me or has physically hurt me. It’s a valid question, Auntie Cat.”
Now it’s Cat’s turn to blink down at my Little girl and I just barely manage to swallow a laugh. “Well… be that as it may, you don’t need to be so hostile. Anya is here to help you.”
“I have a feeling we have very different ideas of what ‘help’ looks like,” Natalie mutters.
Reaching down, Cat gives her diaper-covered bottom a hard swat that has Natalie yelping and reaching back to rub at the spot though I doubt it actually hurt that much.
“You will be polite to the staff here or I will put you over my knee and introduce you to the hairbrush I keep in my purse to keep my naughty little nieces in line. Am I understood?”
Natalie glances over her shoulder at me, clearly seeking my help. “You were the one who wanted Auntie Cat and not Daddy, kitten. And she’s right, you’re being rude for no reason. Apologize to Anya.”
Sighing heavily, she turns back around. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s all right, little one. I know this can all be a bit scary at first. Why don’t you come back with me and we’ll get you all set up for Luna?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I have to admit, I’m rather impressed by the impression Cat’s threat had on my Little girl. Or maybe it’s a combination of that and the punishments she’s already received. Whatever the case, she’s a good bit more subdued as Anya leads us to a room in the back.
It’s set up something Iike the exam room in Doctor D’s office, though with a good bit more warmth. The walls are a pretty yellow color and there's a small waterfall on a table in the corner. It smells like… something I can’t quite place, but it’s surprisingly calming.
“Luna will be with you in about fifteen minutes. I recommend having your Little one use the bathroom first.”
With that, Anya ducks out of the room again and Cat helps Natalie up onto the table.
“I assume she’s using her diaper?”
“She is.”
Beaming, Cat looks down at my Little girl. “All right, sweet girl. Time to potty. Do you need some help?”
Natalie scrunches up her nose. “Can’t I go to the bathroom like a normal person? Just this once?”
“Little girls use their diapers,” I remind her, joining Cat at the table. “Would you rather go now or risk wetting yourself while Luna waxes you?”
“I mean if those are my choices… Wait.” Her eyes narrow. “Wax? Likedown there?”
“Yes, kitten. Little girls don’t have hair on their pussies, so you’ll need to have yours removed and this is the most efficient way.”
It’s also the most embarrassing and the most painful, but I figure that part doesn't really need to be said out loud.
“Yeah, no, I’m gonna pass on that, thanks.”
Across the table from me, Cat raises a brow, a silent question.Are you going to let her get away with that?
Absolutely the fuck not.
Wrapping one hand around Natalie’s throat, the ink on my hands a stark contrast to her pale skin, I push her down on the table, looking down into her wide, terrified eyes. “You seem to be under the impression you have a choice in the matter, kitten. So let me make this as clear as I possibly can, again: Youronlychoices on this island are to either obey Daddy or not. And you should know by now that the second choice comes with some very painful consequences.”
