Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Lord Adrian

"Well," said Lady Edna to Emily, the peeress' voice dripping with sarcasm, "it seems you do have some interesting opinions after all, my dear, though I can't say they'll endear you to the people to whom poor Adrian is so desperate to appeal."

I turned to Emily, narrowing my eyes. I didn't truly care in the slightest what Lady Edna thought of me, and Sir Geoffrey was an old friend. Johann Stier, I thought, would probably think better of me for choosing a fuck toy with a little spirit.

Emily herself, though. I cared about the sudden defiance in her face. I loved it, honestly — and I loved what it meant. For a moment her green eyes challenged my look of paternal admonition. Then I saw her start to chew her cheek, and her expression became, just for an instant, a plea for mercy.

"We'll discuss this later, Alice ," I said, and turned to Lady Edna to change the subject.

Emily and I exchanged barely a word more until we were back in my limo, on our way to her apartment.

As the limo door closed behind us, I felt a surge of frustration and anger wash over me. I had enjoyed seeing her act out, but the impulsive girl had caused a scene. Small, to be sure, but with the potential to injure my reputation, when I had acquired her to do precisely the opposite. I kept my face stern as I turned to her, and I spoke with annoyance.

"That was an incredibly foolish move, young lady," I said in a low and menacing tone. "You have embarrassed me in front of important people and jeopardized my efforts to restore my image."

She bit her lip, a mix of defiance and shame playing on her features. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly, though I could sense it wasn't entirely genuine. "Lady Edna was just so awful, and I…"

"Enough," I commanded sharply. "I do not want to hear your excuses. When we return to your apartment, you will be punished severely for this transgression."

The thought of punishing her sent a thrill through me, but I pushed it aside for now. "For the time being," I stated firmly, "you will reflect on your behavior. Think about how a proper young lady should act, and how you failed to meet those expectations tonight."

She nodded mutely, her cheeks flushed with shame. As the limo glided through the streets of London, I couldn't help but dwell on the events of the evening. The feeling of control over this rebellious girl still stirred something within me, and the reminder of her submission in the form of a wet diaper made it all the more tantalizing.

Emily had her hands in her lap, there on the car seat next to me, and she had her attention focused on them, wringing them slowly and gently as if they represented an outward sign of the contemplation I had just commanded her to undertake. I had the chance to study her closely for a moment, and I felt certain I could see in her downcast eyes and even in the angle of her gorgeous, slender neck that an essential part of her acknowledged her need for my discipline.

I took a deep breath through my nose at the unexpected wave of affection that rose in my chest at that thought. My lips twitched into an involuntary, self-mocking smile. I had sponsored — purchased, really — Emily as an accessory, both for public occasions like tonight's gala and for the pleasures of my bed. As a beautiful piece of arm candy and a highly fuckable piece of ass, as an American might say. The act of taking responsibility for her, though, seemed to have affected me in an astonishing way.

As I watched Emily think about her behavior, I couldn't help wondering about my own.

I'm reforming her, my naughty young lady. My bad girl. Is my bad girl also reforming me ?

* * *

Emily

The limo ride felt interminable. I kept my gaze fixed on my hands in my lap, too ashamed to look at Lord Adrian. The wet diaper chafed uncomfortably but also, much worse, arousingly with every small movement of the car, a constant reminder of my submission and my impending punishment.

My cheeks burned as I replayed the scene at dinner in my mind. What had possessed me to say such a thing? Lady Edna had been awful, yes, but I knew better than to lash out like that. Especially in public, at an event that was clearly important to Lord Adrian.

Part of me wanted to protest, to argue that it wasn't fair. I hadn't asked for any of this — the humiliating costume, the diaper, the plug still nestled inside me. But a larger part recognized the truth in Lord Adrian's words. I had agreed to play a role tonight, to help rehabilitate his image. And I had failed spectacularly.

As we pulled up to my building, I felt my stomach churn with dread and… something else. Anticipation? Surely not. I couldn't actually want to be punished. Could I?

Lord Adrian's hand on my arm startled me out of my thoughts. "Come along, young lady," he said, his voice stern. "It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

I followed him meekly into the elevator, my legs trembling slightly. The ride up to my floor seemed to take forever and no time at all.

As Lord Adrian unlocked the door to my apartment, I felt my heart racing. The reality of my situation was sinking in — I was about to be punished, truly punished, for the first time since "agreeing" to this arrangement.

We stepped inside, and Lord Adrian immediately took charge. "Go to your room and remove your costume," he instructed firmly. "Keep the diaper on. I'll be there shortly to deal with you."

I nodded mutely and hurried to obey, my cheeks burning. In my bedroom, I carefully removed the Alice dress and accessories with trembling hands. The wet diaper felt even more degrading now that it was the only thing I wore. I perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously for Lord Adrian to arrive.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his footsteps approaching. He entered the room, his eyes raking over my nearly naked form. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he shook his head.

"Hands at your sides, young lady," he commanded. "You've lost the privilege of modesty tonight."

I reluctantly lowered my arms, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. Lord Adrian lowered his chin and looked into my eyes, his gaze appraising.

"Do you understand why I'm going to punish you?" he asked.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Daddy. I embarrassed you at the gala and jeopardized your reputation."

"That's right," my Daddy replied. "Moreover, young lady, you need discipline, in general. I can see that even without the help of the advice I get from the Bad Girl program, to the effect that regular, strict punishment is essential to your future happiness — punishment, of course, to be followed by rigorous sexual use of your young body."

I swallowed so hard it made my shoulders shake. My lips parted and I could hear my breath panting in and out: the clench between my thighs, inside the shamefully damp fabric of my diaper, had sent a wave of need through my body so strong that I wondered for a moment if I would faint.

The worst part — or, I thought suddenly with a blush, maybe the best part — lay in the way Lord Adrian, my Daddy, studied me with such obvious care as I reacted to his terrible words. I could see in his steady gaze that he meant to make absolutely certain I did indeed need what he intended — what he wanted — to give me. To my distress, I understood that I had just told him, with my face and with my nearly naked body, that I did.

My Daddy's eyes narrowed. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, as if he could read every conflicted emotion coursing through me.

"Stand up, young lady," he commanded softly.

On shaky legs, I rose from the bed. Lord Adrian circled me slowly, his gaze raking over my nearly naked form. I felt utterly exposed in just the wet diaper, my skin prickling under his scrutiny.

"Bend over the edge of the bed," he instructed. "Bottom up, legs apart."

My cheeks burned as I complied, the position leaving me completely vulnerable. I heard Lord Adrian moving behind me, and then the soft whisper of leather being removed - his belt, I realized with a jolt of fear and unwelcome excitement.

"You will receive ten strokes," he informed me, his voice stern. "You will count each one and thank me for it. If you miss a count or forget to thank me, that stroke will not count and you'll receive an extra one at the end. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice trembling.

I felt his hands at my hips, undoing the diaper's velcro fastenings. I felt the air against my damp skin as the back of the diaper fell, so that it hung down between my legs, a shameful reminder of my belonging to my Daddy, his bad girl to correct, claimed degradingly by the jeweled plug in my little bottom.

The first stroke caught me by surprise, a line of fire across my bottom. I gasped, barely remembering to count.

"One! Thank you, Daddy," I managed to choke out.

The next few strokes fell in quick succession. By the fifth, tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I forced myself to keep counting and thanking my Daddy.

The belt cracked across my bottom again, drawing a strangled cry from my lips. I could feel the heat radiating from my punished flesh.

"S-six!" I gasped out. "Thank you, Daddy."

Lord Adrian paused, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. "You're doing well, young lady," he murmured. "But we're only a bit more than halfway through. Remember why you're being punished."

I nodded miserably, my face pressed against the bedspread. The wet diaper still hung between my legs, a constant reminder of my submission. The plug moved distractingly inside me as I tensed, waiting for the next stroke.

CRACK! The belt landed again, harder this time. I jerked forward, a sob escaping me.

"Seven! Thank you, Daddy," I managed to choke out.

The final three strokes seemed to blur together in a haze of pain and humiliation. By the end, I was crying freely, my bottom feeling like it was on fire.

"Ten," I whimpered. "Thank you, Daddy."

For a long moment, there was silence except for my ragged breathing and quiet sobs. Then I felt Lord Adrian's hand gently stroking my back.

"It's over now, young lady," he said softly. "You took your punishment very well."

I remained bent over the bed, my body trembling from the intensity of the punishment. Lord Adrian's hand continued to stroke my back soothingly, and I found myself leaning into his touch despite the pain radiating from my well-thrashed bottom.

"Stand up and face me," he instructed gently.

On shaky legs, I pushed myself up and turned to face him, entirely naked now but at least leaving the wet diaper behind at last. Tears still streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn't quite meet his eyes. Lord Adrian cupped my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

"You did very well, Emily," he repeated, his voice warm with approval. "Very well indeed."

A confusing mix of shame and pride washed over me at his praise. How could I feel good about being whipped like a naughty child in an old story? And yet… the look of satisfaction in Lord Adrian's eyes made something warm unfurl in my chest.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered.

Lord Adrian's eyes darkened at the word. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, and I felt a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with pain.

"Now then," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's time for you to serve your Daddy like the bad girl you'll always be, deep down."

My tummy flipped at his words. Part of me wanted to shout no — that really I was good. He had just called me good, hadn't he?! But the thrill of need that had traveled through my limbs, radiating out from my still-damp, shamefully smooth pussy, told me that acting out at the gala, trying to embezzle all that money… they said something important about me, something I had pushed away for much too long.

Bad girl. Yes. Always… especially if a man like my Daddy is taking care of me.