BRAM
This is the first time I’ve really felt Josie relax since I brought her home, and I’m loath to make her move but we really need to get down to breakfast. Not only am I sure her tummy is as empty as mine, Eli will get grumpy if the food goes cold.
“All right,” I say reluctantly, giving her hip a gentle tap. “We should head downstairs for Uncle Eli’s wedding brunch.”
Josie shifts to move away from me, but I hold her tight. “But first you need to potty, baby.”
In my arms, she tenses again, and I bite back a sigh at the loss of my snuggly little bug. “I don’tpotty. I use the bathroom like an adult.”
My siblings all share a pointed look before Gray clears her throat. “We’ll go get breakfast set up while you get her ready.”
“Traitor,” Josie mumbles beneath her breath, shooting Gray a furious glare.
Gray, in her usual way, simply ignores her, though I imagine Josie’s accusation cuts deep. Once upon a time, they were closer than best friends. They were sisters, in every way that mattered, and Gray cried harder than anyone when we left her behind.
But there’s no sign of that broken teenage girl now as Gray ushers our family out of the bedroom, and even though I’m proud of the woman my sister has become, I grieve the necessity of losing who she was. Rising from the bed, I scoop Josie up in my arms and carry her to the nursery to lay her out on the changing table.
“That was a very mean thing you said to your Auntie Gray,” I scold gently as I press down on her bladder, massaging obedience from the tender organ beneath my fingers.
If only it were so easy to win my babygirl’s submission.
Josie glares up at me, her jaw firming in a way that tells me she’s fighting my ministrations with everything she has. “Personally I think kidnapping someone and dragging them through a humiliating wedding ritual against their will is meaner, but apparently I’m in the minority.”
It’s a fair point, but telling her that will only feed that self-righteous anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You owe Auntie Gray an apology.”
“Absolutely not.”
I press harder on her bladder, drawing a pitiful whine from her before she rolls her lips together to stop it. “You will apologize, or I will take my belt to your naughty bottom right at the breakfast table until you’re ready to do so.”
Tears sparkle in her eyes. “I hate you.”
Her words are a dagger straight to my heart, but I ignore the piercing pain as I glare down at her. “I know. And you can hate me all you want, but I won’t tolerate my Little girl saying mean things to the people who love her.”
“Nobody here loves me. If you did, you’d let me go.”
Everything in me softens at her trembling pronouncement. “Oh, baby. We can’t let you gobecausewe love you. It’s too dangerous.”
“Liar.”
This time I don’t bother to hold back my sigh. “You’ll see, eventually. But for right now, you need to use your diaper like a good girl. If I have to get Uncle Ford up here to use a catheter on you, I’ll make sure he brings a nice soapy enema along as well.”
Some of the color leaches from her face. “No! I don’t want an enema!”
“Then I suggest you do as you’re told and use your diaper, little girl.”
I’m a bit disappointed when she squeezes her eyes shut and relaxes beneath my touch. As much as I want her to learn her place as my Little girl, the thought of watching her squirm and cry her way through a painful enema has my cock hardening. Perhaps I’ll have Ford mix one up the next time she’s being stubborn, just for my own pleasure.
That scenario plays out in delightful detail in my mind as my stubborn little bug finally lets go and releases the contents of her bladder into her diaper. Stripping the soaked cotton from her, I pull her to the edge of the changing table and hook her knees over my arms as I line my cock up with her pretty cunt.
“Daddy, no!” Whining in protest, she shakes her head against the changing pad.
“Shh, baby. Just relax and let Daddy in.”
She isn’t as wet as she was during our wedding ceremony, so I go slowly, working myself into her as she whimpers and wriggles. But despite her complaints, her arousal soon coats my cock, easing the way as I fuck her tight little pussy with short, hard thrusts.
And then her fussing turns to gasps of pleasure, and she’s arching up from the changing table, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock as her need grows. I move my thumb to her swollen clit, stroking it as she shudders around me.
“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good, bug?” I croon as I work her into a state of frenzy.
