Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Emily

My head spun at Lord Adrian's words. A diaper? Surely he couldn't be serious. But as I felt his finger withdraw from my embarrassingly wet pussy, I heard Daddy Victor moving around behind me.

"An excellent suggestion, my lord," Daddy Victor said. "I'll fetch the necessary supplies right away."

I wanted to protest, to beg them not to do this. But Lord Adrian's earlier command to remain quiet unless given permission to speak echoed in my mind. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the flood of humiliated tears threatening to spill over.

"Stand up and turn around, Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

On shaky legs, I pushed myself up from the exam table and turned to face him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, taking in every detail of my flushed face and trembling body. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "But clearly in need of strict guidance and care."

Daddy Victor returned, carrying what looked like a stack of oversized cloth diapers and other supplies. My stomach churned with dread and mortification.

"Lie back on the table, Emily," Lord Adrian commanded. "It's time to get you properly dressed for your new role."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I complied, the vinyl cool against my bare skin. Lord Adrian and Daddy Victor loomed over me. The cool vinyl against my bare skin made me shiver, because — I insisted to myself — it definitely wasn't anticipation or any kind of crazy need.

"Lift your bottom," Lord Adrian instructed.

Biting my lip, I raised my hips off the table. Daddy Victor slid a thick cloth diaper underneath me. The soft material felt strange against my newly bare skin.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian murmured. His large hands grasped my ankles, pushing my legs up and apart. The position left me completely exposed. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at either man as they prepared to diaper me like an infant.

I felt a cool cream being spread over my most intimate areas. My cheeks burned with humiliation as Lord Adrian's fingers worked the lotion into my skin.

"This will help prevent diaper rash," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "We can't have our little girl getting sore, can we?"

Before I could process his words, I felt a dusting of powder being applied. The baby-sweet scent filled my nostrils, driving home the reality of my situation.

Lord Adrian lowered my legs, then began fastening the diaper snugly around my hips with its velcro tabs. The thick padding forced my thighs apart slightly.

"There we are," he said, sounding satisfied. "A proper little girl now."

I lay there, my mind reeling as I tried to process what had just happened. The heavy fabric between my legs felt alien and infantilizing. Part of me wanted to rip it off and run away, but another part — a part that I refused to acknowledge, that I tried desperately to push away — felt strangely comforted by the snug embrace of the diaper.

"Sit up, little Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

I struggled to a sitting position, the bulk of the diaper making my movements awkward. Lord Adrian's eyes raked over me appraisingly.

"Perfect," he murmured. "Especially with that adorable camisole you've got her in."

Lord Adrian reached out to run his hand over my tiny breasts in the flimsy pink garment, as if that were a thing he could just… do. As if he had paid to try me out as his taboo sexual plaything, and he would simply touch me as he liked. I whimpered at his fondling, looking down to see his big, lightly furred hand on my chest. Further down, the hem of the cami barely reached my navel, leaving the top of my diaper clearly visible.

"There now," his lordship said, pinching my nipple so that my whimper became a little cry of shame and discomfort. "A perfect little girl for Daddy to play with."

My cheeks burned at his words. Lord Adrian's hand continued to fondle my small breasts through the thin camisole. I whimpered softly at his touch, torn between revulsion and an unwanted flicker of arousal. His fingers found my nipple again, pinching it even more firmly. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I felt a theatrical, childish pout come over my face.

"Such a sensitive little girl," his lordship murmured approvingly. "I think it's time we test out your new diaper, Emily. Daddy Victor, would you fetch a bottle of water please?"

My eyes widened in alarm. Surely he couldn't mean…

Daddy Victor returned moments later with a large baby bottle filled with water. He handed it to Lord Adrian, who held it up to my lips.

"Drink, young lady," he commanded. "All of it."

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with humiliation. But the stern look in Lord Adrian's eyes brooked no argument. Reluctantly, I parted my lips and allowed him to tilt the bottle. The rubber nipple felt foreign in my mouth as I began to suckle.

Lord Adrian's free hand stroked my hair as I drank, murmuring words of praise. "That's a good girl. Drink it all."

I felt utterly helpless as Lord Adrian forced me to gulp down the cool water. As I drank, my bladder began to feel uncomfortably full.

When the bottle was finally empty, Lord Adrian set it aside. "There's a good girl," he praised, patting my diapered bottom. "Now, we're going to play a little game while we wait for that water to work its way through your system."

My stomach churned with dread. What kind of "game" did he have in mind?

"Stand up, Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

I slid off the exam table, wobbling slightly as I adjusted to the bulk between my legs. The diaper impeded every movement, reminding me urgently of the shameful condition into which my stupid decision to transfer the money had brought me.

"Now then," his lordship continued, a predatory gleam in his eye. "I want you to tell me a story for me. Help Daddy learn what a sweet little girl you are."

My face burned. "A… a story?" I stammered. "But I don't..."

"Now, now," Lord Adrian chided. "Good little girls do as they're told without arguing. Tell us a story, Emily. Or would you prefer another trip over Daddy Victor's knee?"

The threat of another spanking made me shudder.

"N-no, please," I whispered, my eyes darting nervously between Lord Adrian and Daddy Victor. "I'll tell a story."

I wracked my brain, trying desperately to think of something to say. The pressure in my bladder was growing more intense by the moment, making it hard to concentrate.

"Once upon a time," I began hesitantly, "there was a little girl named… Emily." My cheeks burned as I spoke. "She lived in a big castle with her daddy, who was a powerful lord."

Lord Adrian nodded approvingly. "Go on," he encouraged.

"Emily loved her daddy very much," I continued, the words tumbling out. "But sometimes she was naughty and needed to be punished. One day, she took something that didn't belong to her…"

As I spoke, Lord Adrian began to slowly circle me. His hand trailed over my body, caressing my arm, my back, my diapered bottom. I shivered at his touch, struggling to keep my voice steady.

"What happened next, young lady?" he prompted when I faltered.

"Her daddy found out," I whispered. "He was very disappointed in Emily. He… he put her in a diaper to remind her that she was just a little girl who needed guidance."

Lord Adrian's hand came to rest on my lower abdomen, pressing gently. I gasped, the added pressure making my need to pee even more urgent.

"And how did that make Emily feel?" he asked softly.

"Emily felt… ashamed," I whispered, my cheeks burning. "But also… safe. Protected." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, shocking me with their honesty. I didn't want them to be true. I told myself I had said them because of how desperate to please the state of my bladder had made me.

Lord Adrian smiled, continuing to press gently on my lower abdomen. "Good girl," he murmured. "And what happened next?"

I squirmed, desperately trying to hold back the flood I could feel building. "Emily's daddy made her drink a big bottle of water," I continued, my voice strained. "And then he… he…"

"Yes?" Lord Adrian prompted, increasing the pressure slightly.

A small whimper escaped my lips. "He made her use her diaper," I finished in a rush, tears of humiliation pricking at my eyes.

"Excellent story, young lady," Lord Adrian praised. "Now, I think it's time for you to live out that ending. Use your diaper for Daddy."

I shook my head frantically, feeling every muscle in my body clench. "Please," I begged. "I can't… not here, not like this…"

Lord Adrian's expression hardened. "Emily," he said sternly. "Good little girls do as they're told. You will use your diaper right now, or you'll be punished severely. Do you understand?"

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded miserably. Lord Adrian maintained the pressure on my abdomen, and I felt my control slipping. With a sob of shame, I finally let go. The warm wetness spread through the thick padding between my legs as I emptied my bladder into the diaper. The relief was instant, but quickly overshadowed by intense humiliation as I stood there, wetting myself like an infant in front of these two men.

Lord Adrian's hand remained on my lower abdomen, feeling the diaper swell beneath his palm. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Such an obedient young lady."

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, unable to look at either man as the last trickles subsided. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks. I had never felt so utterly humiliated and degraded in my life.

"There now," Lord Adrian said, finally removing his hand. "Doesn't that feel better? Now you understand what it means to be Daddy's little girl."

I nodded miserably, still unable to open my eyes or speak. The wet diaper sagged heavily between my legs, a constant reminder of what I had just done.

Lord Adrian stepped back, his eyes raking over my trembling form. I bit my lip as I noticed an obvious bulge in his tailored trousers, a clear sign of his arousal at my humiliation. He turned to Daddy Victor, his voice husky with desire.

"Daddy Victor, I'd like to take Emily to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. I think a more… hands-on approach is needed to fully assess her suitability."

Daddy Victor nodded, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "Of course, my lord. Right this way."

Lord Adrian gripped my upper arm, steering me out of the room and down the hall. The wet diaper chafed between my legs with each awkward step, an insistent reminder of what I had just done. We entered a stark, clinical bathroom. The harsh fluorescent lighting made me squint, and I shivered as my bare feet touched the cold tile floor.

"Stand still," Lord Adrian commanded. His nimble fingers made quick work of unfastening the sodden diaper. As it fell away, I felt utterly exposed once more.

Lord Adrian held out the wet cloth. "Wash this in the sink," he ordered. "Thoroughly."

With trembling hands, I took the diaper and stumbled to the sink. The faint but mortifying scent of my pee filled my nostrils as I began to rinse the cloth. Tears of shame pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them back, focusing on the task at hand.

I could feel Lord Adrian's eyes on me. The weight of his gaze made me acutely aware of my nakedness but for the thin camisole that barely covered my small breasts. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I worked, the reality of what I had just done sinking in fully.

Suddenly, I felt his large hands on my hips. He pressed himself against my back, and I gasped as I felt the hard bulge in his trousers against my bare bottom.

"Such a good little girl," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Cleaning up your mess like Daddy told you to."

One of his hands slid around to my front, cupping my freshly shaved mound. I whimpered as his fingers explored my pussy, pressing roughly into my sheath and to my dismay finding me wet despite my embarrassment.

"My, my," Lord Adrian chuckled. "It seems our little Emily enjoyed her diaper experience more than she'd like to admit."

I shook my head frantically, even as my body betrayed me by pressing back against him. "No, please," I whispered. "I didn't… I don't…"

"Hush now," he said firmly. "Good little girls don't lie to their daddies."