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“What’s the problem, honey? Is there something the matter with those yoga pants of yours?”
Michelle’s face is flushed with indignation as she turns to me, tugging at the waist of her burgundy Lululemons like a peevish toddler. “But- but…” And then her voice sinks down into an embarrassed, hoarse whisper. “Daddy… it’s just so big. It’s so thick. Someone’s gonna see!”
At which I merely grin and shrug good-naturedly. “Oh, really? You really think all the other people on this trail are going to be staring at your bum when they pass?” But of course I can’t help my sadistic daddydom streak as I press further. “What do you think, baby – are they going to see that nice, round, crinkly booty and figure it out? Are you scared that they’ll giggle and whisper about the great big girl back there who’s clearly wearing a diaper?”
“Dadd-eeee!” she wails now, and her fingers are trembling with suppressed anxiety and rage. “It’s not funny!” She’s tugging feverishly at her shirt as though she’ll somehow be able to stretch it down to conceal her entire – and yes, obviously diapered – ass. “Why can’t I wear something else? Please?!”
“Because,” I reply simply, and now I’m stepping closer, allowing my voice to drop into the growly rumble that I know sends her deep into thrilling, cowed submission. “Because it’s better than the alternative. Think of it this way, baby. We’re gonna be out here for a nice long time: hiking all the way up and down this mountain for hours and hours. And remember, there’s no bathrooms along the way. Not a single one.”
I watch her shiver and clutch at the waist of her pants as I continue. “No potties for my leaky little girl. But you’ll be drinking the entire time, of course. Staying super hydrated with lots of Gatorade and water. So you know exactly what’s going to happen, don’t you? Surely even a cute little baby doll like you know what happens when she drinks lots and lots?”
“No-oo-ooo…” she mutters shamefully, at which I softly laugh and let my hands stray over her sagging shoulders. “No? Well, let me explain it for you, honey! Picture it: you’d be walking along, needing to go potty so badly. You’d be hopping along, doing the cutest little potty dance down the trail. But then before you could help it – before you could do anything to stop it – before you’d even knowit – those pretty pants of yours would be getting wet. You’d squeak and whine and beg me to stop. And I’d look back, and I’d see my sweet little princess, staring there with those big pretty eyes, watching helplessly while her pretty pants fill and darken and drip with her great big pee-pee accident…”
She shudders and whimpers, and I chuckle, allowing my hands to wander down to her amply padded ass. “Goodness, how humiliatingthat would be, baby! Standing there with rivers of pee running down your legs… a great big dark spot on your ass… smelly and soggy and wet for everyone to see! Maybe some of people on the trail would laugh, and others would giggle. But in the end everyone would know beyond a doubt what a leaky, wet little accident-having baby you really are…”
I punctuate my description with a soft smack to her diapered ass: a smack that resounds through the clearing and sets my red-faced girlfriend biting her lips in ill-concealed shame and arousal. “So really, honey, I think you should be thankingyour Daddy. He’s just looking out for you, after all. Making sure that you wear exactly what you need. Because this way you can dribble and wet all day long! At the end of the day, you’ll waddle down the trail with me: so wet and so squishy, with your cute, full diaper bulging out beneath your pretty leggings…”
I’m laughing now, relishing the glorious sadistic pleasure of watching and feeling her squirm in humiliation before me. “Your wet diaper will be more obvious than ever, of course. And of course everyone who sees you will know. But they’ll also know that you have a good Daddy. A caring Daddy. A Daddy who knows exactly what a needy, incontinent little baby girl like you deserves.”
Yeah. I know exactly which buttons to push. If we were in bed right now, I guarantee she’d be whining and begging me shamelessly to take her, to fuck her, to humiliate her, to fill her dripping holes like the stupid little baby slut she is…
But we’re not. And so, all Michelle can do is give a final whine… and flash me a look of desperate, pleadingly horny love… and reluctantly let her shirt go. She’s a good girl, at the end of the day. And good girls know that Daddy really does know best… no matter how mortifying it might be.
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“Something tells me you’d be stood in a puddle even if I wasn’t holding a sword. Now… if you’d like to beg for mercy, why don’t you crawl over here and lift the back of my skirt. A little kiss would be a good start…”
