The Rancher's Little Girl by Emily Tilton Page A

come over and take care of you, and give you a momma-spankin’.”
    “What?! No! Why?”
    “Because I think you need one of those, too. Kelly’s an obedient little lady, and she knows how to train up little ladies like her.”
    “But you can’t! You can’t… not… any of it.”
    “Watch me, darlin’. Now get in the car.”
    Victoria got in the car, still crying softly. Ross knew he had to make her sorry she ever thought about doing anything but what she’d been told, for her own safety. Victoria had a brilliant mind, he already knew—but she also had a way of using that mind to get herself into a lot of trouble. Ross put his arm around her as they drove back out of town. “It’s for your own good,” he said. “Your daddy’s got to take care of you.”
    She nodded, still crying. “Why diapers, daddy? Does it… does it have to be diapers?”
    “Yup,” Ross said. “I’ve never found anythin’ that can teach a girl a lesson better ‘n’ diapers can.”
    Victoria was silent for the rest of the ride. Ross kept his arm around her the whole way.
    When they pulled into the driveway, Ross said, “Alright, darlin’, you go upstairs to your room and get out of your clothes. Then get a diaper out of the top drawer and put it out on top of the dresser. Sally Mae made those for herself, so they’ll fit you as well. I’ll be up to spank you and diaper you in a few minutes.”
    He climbed the stairs, thinking that how Victoria took this discipline could tell him a very great deal about whether they might have a future together. How would she receive this very special kind of lesson? Girls responded differently to being put in diapers for discipline: sometimes they enjoyed it, he thought, too much, and he had to spank them again, even harder, to make it clear that the diapers were a punishment; sometimes it was difficult to get them to understand that their daddy meant to show them how he would take care of them, though it always worked wonders in the end.
    He found Victoria sitting on the bed, bare, with her hands folded in her lap. He glanced at the dresser; no diaper lay atop it.
    “Darlin’, why isn’t there a diaper there where I asked you to put one?”
    “Daddy, I just… please… don’t make me… spank my bottom, but don’t put me in a diaper. Please?”
    He could tell immediately that the lesson would work naturally and perfectly on Victoria Mason. Ross was pretty sure that there was a part of every woman—at least every woman raised in his culture—that remained a diaper girl, trying to please her momma and her daddy, trying to earn the right to get out of diapers and wear the pretty big-girl panties they promised her if she could keep her diaper dry. Victoria’s diaper girl side, Ross could see just from the look on her face, lay much closer to the surface than she had probably ever suspected.
    “You’re goin’ back into diapers today, darlin’. That’s just the way it is. You were naughty and disobedient, and you need to learn a lesson. So fetch a diaper from the drawer, or you’re goin’ to stay in your diaper for a lot longer. Because you didn’t obey me, you’re going to hold the diaper while I spank you, instead of your dolly.”
    “Oh, daddy!” Victoria burst into tears.
    “Do as I say, now, darlin’. Don’t make it worse.”
    Crying piteously now, Victoria got up and went to the dresser. She opened the drawer, and gave a little sob when she saw the stack of special cloth diapers that Sally Mae had made and left there, with a note (gone now) wishing Ross many years of using them with other lucky little girls.
    Victoria took the top diaper, clutching the heavy white cotton in both hands. Ross sat down and patted his thigh, and Victoria laid herself over it like a good girl. Now she held the diaper to her face, almost like a handkerchief. The sight was so adorable that Ross had a sudden urge to call off the punishment, but instead he rubbed her bottom gently, even more