“It’s more than okay, honey. And while we’re talking… well, I need to know some things.”
“Ask away.”
Oh crap! Was he onto her? Did he suspect about Tonya?
That fear disappeared when he said, “How Little are you? You can tell Daddy. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I need to know so I can properly take care of my little girl.”
“Well,” she said, pondering the question.
The truth was, she didn’t really know how to answer. She was a Little, of course. And she didn’t think she identified quite like Iris and the other women at the mansion did. But the truth was she’d only made fun of them for wearing diapers because it was a way to stand out. To puff herself up. Make Tonya superior.
Now that she needed to truly answer this question for herself, she didn’t exactly have an answer.
“I don’t know.”
“No problem at all. We can experiment.”
“Really? It won’t bother you not to… have it nailed down?”
“Oh honey, no. Think about it. Even with stuff other than this unique dynamic—anything in a relationship—couples don’t know everything on day one. It takes time. Sometimes years. Maybe it never stops. We might be married fifty years and still learn something new about each other every day.”
She sank in her chair a little as a warm feeling spread inside her. A soft giggle escaped her lips.
Being married fifty years to Kendrick was a dream!
And she loved that he was clearly thinking in terms of forever.
So was she.
“While we figure this out, there are still rules. Well, one rule. Basically, do what Daddy says.”
She nodded. “Aye, aye, Daddy, Sir!”
He laughed and looked over at her again. “Oh, honey. You’re too cute for your own good.”
At the mansion, word had spread that there was a special surprise that day. Some sort of field trip, it seemed.
Lana had even taken off work, telling the studio she wanted some vacation time. The ladies were excitedly talking about it all in the den when Kendrick pulled Samantha aside for a private conversation.
“We’re going to be gone all day and into the night,” Kendrick said. “And there are, of course, bathrooms where we’re going. But I’d feel better if you were in a pull-up at least.”
Samantha covered her mouth as she giggled.
“What’s wrong, cutie?”
She shook her head. “Nothing. I just… never have worn one.”
Well, that was only kind of true, she realized. The other day, Auntie had put her in a diaper as part of her discipline. But it wasn’t a pull-up! So, technically…
“Would you wear one for Daddy, please? While we figure things out. You might hate it and not need it. Or—and I know how Littles can be—you might get caught up in the moment, being with the other girls, and so you start adopting some of their ways…” He smirked with a knowing gleam in his eyes.
“Aren’t they wearing Big girl clothes?” she asked, remembering that they were in jeans and regular shirts, not frilly dresses or other Little outfits.
“Yep. But they have diapers on. No one can see, of course. We don’t expose ‘nillas to our kink around here without consent. But… they have padding and protection. You better believe it.”
Samantha thought it over and finally relented with a smile.
Thirty minutes later, with a pull-up on beneath her jeans, she was in the Daddy Guard’s van, with everyone else, heading for what promised to be an exciting surprise.
