distracted and even harder than he had been when he had spanked her ten days before, after baring her.
“Ready, darlin?” he asked softly.
Victoria nodded, not looking at him, but only down at the diaper she held in her hands.
“Think about how you ended up here, young lady, holdin’ a diaper that you’re gonna have to wear in a little while.”
She sobbed and nodded. Ross started to spank her, adding—as he always did for a diaper lesson—stern comments to help her remember the discipline.
“There you go, diaper girl. This is what happens to diaper girls, isn’t it? Over their daddies’ laps for a sound spankin’. And then back in their diapers, so that they learn to be ashamed of themselves when they do naughty things.”
“Ow! Daddy! I’m sorry!”
Ross’ hand rose and fell, over and over, until Victoria’s rear end reached the bright red hue he looked for. She didn’t resist him, but he wrapped his arm around her waist anyway, just so he could hold her close while he punished her. She cried, but she didn’t cry in pain, he could tell, as much as with the shame of the occasion, of having to hold the diaper and to know it would soon go on her bottom.
Finally he ended the spanking and rubbed again, to soothe her. Victoria made little puppy noises at the sensation, until finally Ross said, “Alright, darlin’. Get up and lay the diaper out on your bed, and then lie with your bottom on top of it.”
Chapter Twelve
Victoria thought for a minute that it might not be so hard to obey Ross. Isn’t that what she wanted to be, his good little girl? But along with that thought came shame at that very realization—that part of her wanted him to make her do this. How could Victoria Mason feel that?
The desire and her embarrassment at feeling happy to be his little girl melded themselves together into a sudden fit of temper. She pushed herself off his lap and stood up, glaring at him. “Daddy, I don’t want to… and I don’t have to. You already spanked me and Kelly is going to spank me. That’s enough, daddy. Don’t you think so?” She gave him her best pout, gazing into his eyes, hoping he might relent, and a tiny part of her hoping he would not.
But her daddy just looked at her, his eyes steely, his lips set in a thin line. “Darlin’, we’re going to do this one way or the other. But it’d be much better for your little bottom if you minded me. Now I’m givin’ you one more chance, and then I’m done tellin’ you. Go. Get. Your. Diaper. Now.”
She gave a little sniff and shuffled her feet, her eyes downcast. “No, daddy…” she said softly, her cheeks blushing hot.
With one graceful movement, Ross grabbed her by the arm and deposited her over his lap, then brought his hand down in hard and fast spanks. This hurt much, much more than any time he’d spanked her previously, and Victoria felt her body stiffen as she opened her mouth in a loud and penitent wail, her legs seeming to have a mind of their own as she began kicking against the bed. For a second, all thought was lost and all she knew was that she needed to do whatever it took to show her daddy that she was sorry.
And then, just as suddenly, he stopped spanking her, his hand stilling against the sore and chastised skin, just resting there, then squeezing gently, as her sobs turned to gasping breaths. He rubbed a little, his hand in her hair, but he didn’t give her long before he spanked her right cheek, hard, then her left cheek. “I’m sorry, daddy!” she squealed.
“I know, darlin’, but I want you to know that I won’t stand for your sass or for you disobeyin’ me. I know you’re embarrassed, but you need to mind what I say. Do you understand?”
She whimpered a little, then nodded her head against the bed. “Yes, daddy.”
“Can you get your diaper, and do as you’re told?”
“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, daddy.”
After that, Victoria astonished herself by simply obeying Ross’ command. This
“Ready, darlin?” he asked softly.
Victoria nodded, not looking at him, but only down at the diaper she held in her hands.
“Think about how you ended up here, young lady, holdin’ a diaper that you’re gonna have to wear in a little while.”
She sobbed and nodded. Ross started to spank her, adding—as he always did for a diaper lesson—stern comments to help her remember the discipline.
“There you go, diaper girl. This is what happens to diaper girls, isn’t it? Over their daddies’ laps for a sound spankin’. And then back in their diapers, so that they learn to be ashamed of themselves when they do naughty things.”
“Ow! Daddy! I’m sorry!”
Ross’ hand rose and fell, over and over, until Victoria’s rear end reached the bright red hue he looked for. She didn’t resist him, but he wrapped his arm around her waist anyway, just so he could hold her close while he punished her. She cried, but she didn’t cry in pain, he could tell, as much as with the shame of the occasion, of having to hold the diaper and to know it would soon go on her bottom.
Finally he ended the spanking and rubbed again, to soothe her. Victoria made little puppy noises at the sensation, until finally Ross said, “Alright, darlin’. Get up and lay the diaper out on your bed, and then lie with your bottom on top of it.”
Chapter Twelve
Victoria thought for a minute that it might not be so hard to obey Ross. Isn’t that what she wanted to be, his good little girl? But along with that thought came shame at that very realization—that part of her wanted him to make her do this. How could Victoria Mason feel that?
The desire and her embarrassment at feeling happy to be his little girl melded themselves together into a sudden fit of temper. She pushed herself off his lap and stood up, glaring at him. “Daddy, I don’t want to… and I don’t have to. You already spanked me and Kelly is going to spank me. That’s enough, daddy. Don’t you think so?” She gave him her best pout, gazing into his eyes, hoping he might relent, and a tiny part of her hoping he would not.
But her daddy just looked at her, his eyes steely, his lips set in a thin line. “Darlin’, we’re going to do this one way or the other. But it’d be much better for your little bottom if you minded me. Now I’m givin’ you one more chance, and then I’m done tellin’ you. Go. Get. Your. Diaper. Now.”
She gave a little sniff and shuffled her feet, her eyes downcast. “No, daddy…” she said softly, her cheeks blushing hot.
With one graceful movement, Ross grabbed her by the arm and deposited her over his lap, then brought his hand down in hard and fast spanks. This hurt much, much more than any time he’d spanked her previously, and Victoria felt her body stiffen as she opened her mouth in a loud and penitent wail, her legs seeming to have a mind of their own as she began kicking against the bed. For a second, all thought was lost and all she knew was that she needed to do whatever it took to show her daddy that she was sorry.
And then, just as suddenly, he stopped spanking her, his hand stilling against the sore and chastised skin, just resting there, then squeezing gently, as her sobs turned to gasping breaths. He rubbed a little, his hand in her hair, but he didn’t give her long before he spanked her right cheek, hard, then her left cheek. “I’m sorry, daddy!” she squealed.
“I know, darlin’, but I want you to know that I won’t stand for your sass or for you disobeyin’ me. I know you’re embarrassed, but you need to mind what I say. Do you understand?”
She whimpered a little, then nodded her head against the bed. “Yes, daddy.”
“Can you get your diaper, and do as you’re told?”
“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, daddy.”
After that, Victoria astonished herself by simply obeying Ross’ command. This
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