Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Daddy,” I whispered as Mateo positioned himself on the couch, his long cock in hand. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Jax’s smile was stern and knowing. “Bad girls who wear diapers use them, Little Lulu. That’s what they’re for.”
“But Daddy—”
“Suck Daddy Mateo’s cock,” Jax interrupted, his voice hardening with command. “Now.”
With burning cheeks, I took Mateo’s length into my mouth, the pressure in my bladder building as I worked him with lips and tongue. His cock was longer than the others’, reaching deeper into my throat, making me gag slightly as he thrust upward.
By the time Mateo sent me back to Jax, I had started to squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could to keep from peeing. My daddy beckoned me back to him, though, his cock still rigid and glistening with my saliva.
“Again,” he commanded, guiding me a little roughly between his powerful thighs.
I took him in my mouth once more, the huge shaft of his manhood on my tongue somehow comforting despite my predicament. My bladder throbbed painfully now, the pressure almost unbearable as I bobbed my head up and down on my daddy’s penis. His hands tangled in my hair, controlling my movements with gentle, but firm pressure.
“There we go,” he said softly. “Just like that. Nice and deep.”
Something about the tender note in his voice, the safety I felt even in my humiliation, made my muscles relax. Before I could stop it, I felt the hot rush of release as my bladder let go. Warmth flooded the diaper, spreading between my legs and around my bottom as I continued to suck Jax’s cock, tears of shame streaming down my cheeks.
The diaper grew heavier, sagging between my thighs as it absorbed the wetness. I whimpered around Jax’s cock, mortified beyond words, yet also terribly relieved at the release of pressure.
Jax must have felt the change in my body, the subtle shift as tension left my muscles. He pulled back, lifting my chin with one finger to look into my eyes.
“Did my baby girl just wet her diaper?” he asked, his voice soft, but terribly degrading.
I couldn’t speak, could only nod as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I rose shakily to my feet, the sodden diaper hanging heavily between my legs. Rudy and Mateo exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and arousal.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I couldn’t help it.”
But even as I apologized, I knew what had to happen now. The rules were as clear in our household, as they had been in his city penthouse and at the Bad Girls Facility.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, dropping to my knees before him, ignoring the squish of the wet diaper. “Please spank me for wetting myself. I need to be punished.”
Jax’s eyes darkened with approval. “Good girl. You know what happens to bad girls who wet themselves.”
He nodded to Mateo, who stepped forward and helped me to my feet. With efficient movements, he unfastened the tapes at my hips and removed the soaked diaper, folding it and taking it away to the bathroom.
I stood naked and trembling before my daddy, awaiting my punishment. Jax patted his lap.
“Over my knee, Little Lulu.”
I draped myself across his powerful thighs, my bottom raised high, my face pressed against the cool leather of the couch. His large hand came down on my bare bottom with a resounding crack that made me jerk forward with a cry. He didn’t speak, didn’t count—just spanked me with methodical precision, each swat harder than the last. The pain bloomed across my tender skin, spreading like wildfire as his palm connected again and again with my vulnerable flesh.
“I’m sorry!” I cried out, my voice breaking as another stinging slap landed. “I’m sorry for overspending! I’m sorry for wetting myself!”
But Jax remained silent, his hand rising and falling in a relentless rhythm that soon had me sobbing uncontrollably. The spanking seemed to go on forever, each impact sending shockwaves of pain through my body that somehow, as always, transformed into something else—a deep, pulsing need that gathered between my legs despite my shame.
My bottom burned like it was in flames, the heat radiating outward until my entire body felt flushed with it. Through my tears, I became aware of Rudy and Mateo watching intently, their cocks still hard and ready as they observed my punishment.
When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when the pain seemed the center of my being and I knew for certain I was and would always be a bad girl, I found myself gasping, “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for punishing me!”
The spanking continued, even harder, until I was limp across his lap, all resistance gone from my body as I surrendered completely to the pain and the terrible, wonderful self-knowledge it brought. “Thank you, Daddy,” I sobbed, now, my voice barely audible through my tears. “Thank you, Daddy.”