Taking my hand, she leads me toward the back of a plane, where she pushes open a door to a bedroom.
No. Not a bedroom.
Anursery.
“What the fu–fudge is this?”
“Your Uncle Max’s latest addition to our family’s plane. He realized after a recent trip with his own Little girl that it makes much more sense to have a space for us to change our Little ones and put them down for a nap when necessary, especially on longer flights.” Stopping beside what looks like an oversized changing table, she pats the thick padding on top. “Up you go, little one.”
“I amnotgetting up there.”
She pins me with that same look as before, one eyebrow raised in a way that has nervous butterflies exploding in my tummy. “You will, or Mommy will have to punish you again. And if I have to do that, I will be punishing your bottom both inside and out.”
The spankings I’ve received are bad enough, and I assume that’s what she means by punishing the outside of my bottom. And since I have no desire to learn what punishing theinsidemeans, I let her help me up onto the changing table.
“Lie back so Mommy can get you strapped in nice and tight.”
Again, I’m forced to swallow my arguments so as not to provoke her wrath, and I lower myself down to the odd little mattress so she can pull a thick leather strap across my stomach, locking me in place.
“Perfect. Now we just need to put a fresh diaper on you and you’ll be all ready for lunch.”
It takes a moment for her words to fully register. Or rather, for my brain to fully process the sheer absurdity of what she’s just said.
“Did you saydiaper?”
Surely I had to have heard her wrong. Even with all the other humiliating things she’s done to me, there’s absolutelyno wayshe is seriously talking about putting a grown woman in a diaper. No way. None. Zero.
But then my eyes lock with Catharina’s and she smiles, and I know I didn’t hear a damn thing wrong.
“Yes, little imp. A diaper. You’re far too Little to use the potty on your own, so you’ll have to use this from now on.”
“What the actual—” I manage to stop myself before I drop another f-bomb, because even if this is the most fucked-up thing I’ve ever heard, I’m not keen for a repeat session with the soapy toothbrush. “What are you talking about, Catharina? I’ve been using the toilet for almost twenty years.”
“Be that as it may.” Gripping my ankles with one hand, she lifts my legs straight up into the air with an ease that has my breath catching in my throat. “Now you are just a Little girl, and Mommy will take care ofallyour needs.”
I grit my teeth against the string of swear words trying to burst free as she slides soft cotton beneath my ass. Wearing a diaper is nothing. Embarrassing, sure, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not really that big of a deal. If she actually tries to make me use it, we’ll have a problem, but for now I have much more pressing matters than what kind of underwear I’m wearing.
All I have to do is play along, let her think I’m submitting. Wait for her to let her guard down.
And then figure out how the hell to get myself out of this mess.
Catharina
Alexis didn’t put up nearly as much of a fuss about her diaper as I expected her to, and I’m not sure how to feel about it. I was, on some level, looking forward to another delicious punishment for her rebellious ways. But I am also rather pleased by how easily she’s accepting her role as my Little girl and how well behaved she remained for the rest of the plane ride to the island.
Then again, it could all be just for show. Isabella also seemed to settle in rather quickly with her Daddy, but as it turned out she was just very good at saying what Gideon wanted to hear.
I can’t say I’ll be at all disappointed if this simply turns out to be an act on my Little girl’s part. For years now I’ve dreamed of all the ways I could punish and pamper my Little one, and I am dying to test out some of my more creative ideas.
For now, however, Alexis seems too distracted by the island passing us by to make too much trouble. She slept on the plane for a good bit after lunch, but now she’s wide awake, kneeling onthe seat in the back of my car, craning her neck to get a view of everything.
“You really live here? Like, all the time?”
“Most of the time, yes. I do occasionally have to travel for business, but this is home now. All of your uncles live here as well, with their own Little ones.”
Her nose crinkles as she looks over at me. “You keep talking about my ‘uncles’ but I don’t know what that means. Are they your brothers?”
“The brothers of my heart, I suppose you could say.” Not that I would ever say anything sosentimentalto them. A girl needs some secrets, after all. “Would you like to hear about them?”
