Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Perfect,” Daddy Bill murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple that felt far too tender given what had just happened. “You’re learning so quickly, Little Seventy-One.”
They held me for another moment, letting me catch my breath, before Daddy Ed spoke. “Time to get you ready for bed.”
I couldn’t find my voice to respond. They guided me to lean against the counter while Daddy Bill retrieved a tube of cream from the black case. My legs trembled as he moved behind me.
“Bend forward again,” he instructed. “Elbows on the counter.”
I obeyed automatically, my body too wrung out to resist. The cream was cool when he applied it to my burning bottom, his hands gentle as he worked it into the tender skin. Despite everything, the relief was immediate. The soothing sensation made me sigh.
“This will help with the soreness,” he explained, his fingers massaging the cream into every inch of my punished flesh. “We discipline our bad girls thoroughly, but we also take care of them.”
When he finished, Daddy Ed was already holding a fresh diaper. They worked together with jarring efficiency—threading the cloth between my legs, fastening it snugly at my hips. The padding pressed against my oversensitive, newly bare flesh and I whimpered.
“Come on,” Daddy Bill said, taking my arm. “Let’s get you into bed.”
They led me back to my room, each step making the diaper rustle and shift against my bare pussy. The hallway seemed longer now, the pastel walls closing in as exhaustion finally began to overtake the adrenaline that had been keeping me upright.
Inside my room, Daddy Ed pulled back the pink duvet while Daddy Bill guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. The mattress was softer than I expected, and I sank into it with a small sound of relief. My ass still throbbed despite the cream, and the diaper provided an unwelcome cushion against the soreness.
“Lie back,” Daddy Bill said gently.
I did, my head sinking into the pillow. Above me, I could see the chain attached to the wall, the pink cuffs dangling from it. My stomach clenched as Daddy Ed reached for my right wrist.
“No,” I whispered, but it came out weak, barely audible.
“You’ll sleep better restrained,” Daddy Ed explained in that clinical tone. “Bad girls often try to touch themselves during the night. This prevents that.”
The cuff closed around that wrist with a soft click, then the left. My arms were stretched above my head, not uncomfortably tight but definitely secure. I tugged experimentally and felt no give in the chain.
Daddy Bill pulled the duvet up over my body, tucking it around me with a tenderness that made my chest ache. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and pink—a vibrator, I realized with fresh horror. Bullet-shaped, wireless, with a remote control.
“One more thing,” he said, pulling back the duvet to expose my diapered lower half. His fingers worked at the Velcro tabs, loosening them just enough to slide the vibrator inside, evidently slipping it into a pocket that kept it directly against my bare clit before refastening the diaper snugly.
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for anymore. “Please don’t—”
The vibrator buzzed to life, a gentle pulsing that made me gasp and arch against the restraints. Not strong enough to push me over the edge, but insistent, impossible to ignore.
“You’ll stay like this until you fall asleep,” Daddy Ed said, adjusting the remote. The vibrations increased slightly, then decreased again, finding a rhythm that kept me hovering right on the edge. “It’s important that your body understands it exists for your daddies’ purposes. Your hands are chained because you don’t get to touch yourself. We get to do what we want with your little pussy. Even your sleep, even your dreams—they belong to us now.”
I whimpered, my hips moving involuntarily as the vibrator pulsed against my oversensitive flesh. The arousal built with agonizing slowness, climbing toward a peak I couldn’t quite reach.
“Sweet dreams, Little Seventy-One,” Daddy Bill said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
CHAPTER 9
Pam
After my daddies had closed and locked the door behind them, I lay there in the darkness, my arms stretched above my head, the vibrator pulsing relentlessly against my clit. The chain clinked softly as I tested it again, already knowing it was useless. I wasn’t going anywhere.
The room was quiet except for my ragged breathing and the faint hum of the device firmly installed inside my diaper. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the silence.
I tried to focus on anything else—the softness, almost too much, of the mattress beneath me… the weight of the duvet… the way the pink walls seemed to glow slightly in the dim light filtering under the door. But my mind kept circling back to the sensations between my legs. The vibrator cycled through its pattern—stronger, then softer, then stronger again—keeping me hovering in that agonizing space just before release.