โGo on, Lisa. You know what to do, donโt you? Havenโt you heard what Daddy said?โ
Oh, she has definitely heard me. I can see the internal struggle in her eyes, the clash between her groveling desire to obey and the unwillingness to be so humiliated. No - if anyoneโs around theyโll see me! But- but little girls donโt get a choiceโฆ Not when Daddy commands. She looks at me, the anxiety and longing mingled into one delicious pleading glanceโฆ
The glance of a baby girl teetering on the edge of disobedience.
โPull up your skirt. Now.โ I mince no words. She needs to obey, for her sake as much as mine. She craves obedience as much as I demand it; we both know that. And sure enough, with a furtive glance over her shoulder to ensure that no strangers have happened by, she lowers her blushing faceโฆ and obediently raises her skirt.
Of course I know whatโs underneath. As does she. But it still never gets old, the sight of that luscious curve, the smooth, satisfying bulk of her thick diaper and waterproof pants.
โGood girl,โ I purr, feeling my voice deepen and my jeans tighten.ย โSuch a good girl, showing off her special panties to Daddyโฆโ Her cheeks are flaming, her breath hitching visibly as I gaze across at her, letting her feel the weight of her Daddyโs approving stare.ย โGo on - donโt let Daddy keep you from finishing your lunch, baby! An apple a day, you knowโฆโ
I think sheโs grateful for the half-eaten apple, for it works well to conceal those trembling lips of hers.
But Iโm not done yet. She hesitated just now, and for that she needs to be reminded of her place. Baby girl isnโt expected to think, you see. She isnโt to protest, or whine, or talk back. She needs to learn that when Daddy says to do something, she simply does itโฆ no matter what.
โArtaxerxes.โ
As the trigger word leaves my lips, I see her stiffen. Her free hand darts to her padded crotch, impotent to do anything more than to sense the sudden glow of warmth that is blossoming there. Her eyes squeeze shut, her face awash in mingled panic and pleasure at the sensation of having lost all control over her most basic ability. She is pissing herself - uncontrollably - just like Iโve taught her a good baby girl should.
โGood baby,โ I whisper now, my words of praise low and soft in her ear.ย โGood girl. Now listen: next time I tell you to pull up your skirt, I donโt want any more hesitation. Got it? Or Daddy will have to use another one of his special words to remind you of your placeโฆโ
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