Jeff was gone for a minute or two, and I just sat there on the couch, holding my knees together. Every time I shifted my weight, I felt another reminder of the crinkly plastic beneath my skirt.
He put me in a diaper. He put me in a diaper and he expected me to just wait there for him while he prepared some tests where I was supposed to prove that I was an adult. As I sat there, could feel my frustration start to grow, my anger smoldering hotter and hotter.
Why was I even playing this game?
All of a sudden, this whole thing seemed really stupid. I felt dumb for playing along, so I stood up. I looked around, feeling a lot like a caged animal in search of escape from my confines. I didn’t know where to go; I didn’t know what to do.
All of a sudden, glanced down, slowly lifted my skirt, and I peeked back over at the doorway. Jeff could come back at any second, and my heart fluttered a little bit at the thought, but I need to show my fiancé that he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t just control me.
I wasn’t some doll for him to play with.
Determination set, I tore away the strips of tape that held my diaper in place. Then I pulled the whole thing out from beneath me and I wrapped it up and tossed into the trash. At this exact moment, Jeff came in, a bottle of formula in hand.
He paused it there, and for one glorious moment, I luxuriated in the fact that I had shown him that he couldn’t actually do this. He couldn’t turn me into some little girl, some plaything. I was going to be his wife, so he had to listen to me. He had to give up some of his power. Perhaps all of it.
I grinned at him, feeling like a little kid who had just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I hadn’t even thrown the wadded up diaper away yet.
Jeff cocked his head to one side, but he didn’t say a word. The silence was probably worse than any declaration he could have made. I stood there, brought my heels together, and I felt myself lowering my gaze.
A different sort of embarrassment flooded through me. How could he make me feel this way? How can you make me think I’d done something wrong when he was the one who had punished me so severely?
Jeff went over to the couch again. He sat down and gave his lap a little pat, just enough to convey his meaning. I was to get across his lap, presumably for spanking. I swallowed, thinking that the last time he had done this, and my whole body quivered with nervousness.
“I don’t want to,” I said pathetically.
“It doesn’t matter. You are a naughty girl, and you need a punishment. The longer you wait, the worse it will get,” he promised.
I nibbled on my lip again before taking the short steps over to his lap. I climbed down onto the couch and across his legs. Bracing my chin on the armrest, I stared ahead, waiting for his touch. He could make me feel so good when he wanted to, yet this time I was certain that he was going to make it hurt. It was going to sting, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Jeff started to pet me, pressing my bottom. He lifted up my skirt in one smooth motion then dropped his palm back down, striking me hard.
The rush of pain darted through my skin, and I gritted my teeth, doing my best not to make a sound. I didn’t want to come off this week. I didn’t want him to think that I would simply buckle and fold because he had started to spank me. But then his hand came down again, faster than anticipated.
He spanked me in a flurry, his hand moving from one bare cheek to the other. I could feel my butt turned bright red under his command. He kept spanking me, and the stinging grew worse until I let out a little yelp. Then my defenses crumbled, and I was whimpering, struggling as he counted out each spanking.
He made it all the way up to twenty when he finally stopped.
He ordered me to get back down on the floor, and I didn’t have the strength to resist. I crawled over to the middle of the living room and I lay down on my back, knowing perfectly well what he was going to do. I had dropped the diaper from before, and he unfolded it again.
He wrapped it back around me and secured the taped sides. “You know, I thought that maybe you really were ready to be a big girl. But clearly you’re not if you can’t do something as simple as wait for me. From now on, you’re going to stay just like this. And if you complain, I’m going to put the pacifier back in your mouth.“ He sounded disappointed, yet I could hear that little note of amusement in his voice.
Jeff may have been pretending to hate this, but some part of him definitely enjoyed the power he could now wield over me.
I opened my mouth, determined to argue with him. Okay, so maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should have said please stood there or waited for him like a good girl, but he couldn’t put me back in diapers. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t!
Before I could even utter a single word, he pulled up the pacifier and shoved it back in my mouth. Right away, I could feel the same adhesive around my lips. It locked the dribble shield against my mouth, effectively muzzling me.
I glowered at him, my eyes narrowed with anger, but he just gave me a little pat on the head, something meant to calm me down. “Now that we have that settled, I think you need another bottle,” Jeff told me. He picked me back up and brought me over to the couch. He set me back down across his lap and he held me close. I kept waiting for him to remove the pacifier, but he decided not to. Even as the bottle waited on the nightstand, he kept me there, helpless, waiting for the moment when he decided to start to feed me again.
Trapped there in his lap, I didn’t struggle. For the moment, I knew he had won.
This is an extract from Their Little Flower Girl, by Devon Shire.
You can buy that ebook on Amazon.
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