“Naptime’s over, little one. Time to wake up.”
She wakes, but just enough to whine at me and bury her face in the pillow. My heart trips in my chest at how fucking adorable she looks like this, all grumpy and sleepy. Leaning down, I scoop her out of the crib and carry her to the changing table. “Lanie. You need to wake up now.”
More whining, now joined by the cutest nose scrunch I’ve ever seen. Shaking my head at her prone form, I press on her bladder. She’s going to need to use the bathroom anyway, and this should help rouse her. Pressing more firmly on her abdomen, I roll the organ beneath my fingers, massaging it into obedience.
It takes nearly two minutes, but eventually her body gives way to my commands. The sound of her filling her diaper is overshadowed by her gasp of shock as her eyes fly open.
“Oh my god!” I catch just a glimpse of her tears sparkling on her lashes before she covers her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I did that! I wasn’t even awake!”
“There’s nothing wrong with obeying your Daddy, little one. I’m very, very proud of you.”
Sniffling pitifully, she peeks at me through her fingers. “You are?”
“I am,” I assure her as I pull the soaked diaper away from her and wipe her pussy clean. “You did exactly what Daddy wanted you to, and you didn’t even have to be awake to do it. I couldn’t be more proud.”
“It’s silly to be proud of someone for pissing themselves,” she mumbles, but there’s a slight blush on her cheeks when she pulls her hands away that tells me she isn’t immune to my praise.
“Agree to disagree, my little runaway.” It’s tempting to fulfill my personal fantasy of always having her diaper full of my cum, but if I know my family, they’re already gathered in the living room waiting on us. If I keep them in suspense too much longer, they’re likely to riot.
So I set my own desires aside and wrap her up in a fresh diaper before helping her to sit up on the table. “Your hair is a mess, little one. We should brush it before we go see your uncles.”
Everything about her lights up. “Are you letting me go outside to play?”
Dammit if my heart doesn’t break a little at her excitement. “No, baby. You’re still grounded.”
Shoulders slumping forward, she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout. “No fair.”
“I think it’s very fair, actually.” Pulling the ponytail holders from her hair, I set them aside and grab her brush from the vanity beside the changing table to run it through her long, dark locks. “Daddy wants to be sure you remember this punishment for a very long time.”
“I’ll remember itforever, I promise!”
“Good. Then it must be a very effective punishment.”
I have to swallow a laugh when she huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. It takes me a few tries to get the braids right, and they aren’t nearly as neat as they would be if Gray had done them, but my little Lanie looks just as cute either way.
With her hair done, I scoop her back up in my arms and carry her downstairs. And just as I’d expected, my family is gathered in the living room.
But they aren’t alone.
“Uncle Axel!”
A Little girl with dark ringlets jumps up from her spot on the couch to rush over to me, launching herself at my midsection and squeezing for all she’s worth. Pulling back, Victoria Stone stares up at Lanie, wonder in her eyes. “Is this your Little girl, Uncle Axel? She’sbeautiful.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Adorable as she is, I force myself to give her a stern stare. “But what are your Daddy’s rules about running in the house?”
Tori, as most of us call her, spins around, her hands going behind her to cover her bottom. “Sorry, Daddy!”
Still seated on the couch, Maxwell Stone shakes his head. As always, he’s dressed in an impeccably fitted suit, looking every bit the hedonistic billionaire I know him to be. “Come here, Victoria Rose.”
With a heavy sigh, Tori drags herself over to her Daddy. Maxwell pulls her over one knee and delivers a dozen blistering swats to the tops of her tight-covered thighs while his Little girl kicks and cries and promises to be good forever and ever and ever.
When the spanking is over, he helps her up, pulling her onto his lap and pressing a kiss to her hair. Tori sniffles pitifully as she snuggles into him, and my chest aches at the easy affection between them.
Looking up, Maxwell meets my eyes, a knowing smile curving his lips. “We come bearing gifts from Solene.”
He gestures to a pile of boxes stacked beside the couch and excitement sparks in my chest. As sweet as my Little girl lookswandering around in my too-large shirt and socks, I can’t wait to see her in proper Little girl clothes.
Setting her on her feet, I nudge her toward the boxes. “Go on, little one. They’re all for you.”
