You always had to force yourself not to smile when she pouted. It was her most effective weapon against you. She knew how to push your buttons, to convince you to bend the rules for her. But not today.
“Is my babygirl pouting because she couldn’t cover her diaper or because it’s filled with your tinkles?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm, “but you know your diaper must be visible at times, baby, even in public.”
She huffed again, gently kicking the dashboard in an infantile display that drove you wild. You couldn’t help but keep going. You reach over and check her diaper. “Oh wow, baby, you sure know how to wet your diaper. So much tinkles for such a little girl.”
You know she’s on the verge of a tantrum. You know you’re going to have to punish her for something you started. But you didn’t care, it was too fun.
“You know what, I think maybe I might have to stop and change your diaper at the McDonalds down the street. They have that nice changing table that you love so much. The one where you always get so blushy hoping nobody comes in and sees what a little girl you are. You look so cute as you lay there covering your eyes as I slowly change your diaper. Nobody would ever confuse you with a big girl there.”
You see her face grow red with embarrassment and anger. She knows not to talk back to Daddy but she won’t let herself be changed in public without a tantrum. You see her little mind try to come up with some way to get out of it.
You don’t give her the chance. “Yeah, that diaper is soaked, I can’t let your princess parts get a rash, babygirl. It’s decided, you have a date with Ronald McDonald and his finest changing table!”
“No daddy I don’t need my diaper changed! It’s not even that wet! You’re not stopping! I won’t let you,” she pleads, her voice trying, but failing, to avoid sounding like a petulant toddler.
“I don’t think you have a choice here, babygirl. You’re going to be laying on that changing table in five minutes.”
“But I will offer you one choice. You can lay down on the changing table with a red, achy bottom after I spank you like a naughty little girl, or you can lay down without it. Your choice.”
She sits in silence for a moment. Trying to decide. “I’m not getting my diaper changed at McDonalds and that’s final!” she shrieks.
This time you couldn’t help but smile. She can never resist a good spanking. And you can never resist watching her face burn red with embarrassment during a public diaper change.