Page 10 of Double Daddies
Grumpy Daddy Ezra follows us into the bedroom and reaches for my towel. When I swat his hand away, clutching the towel closer to my chest to preservesomesense of dignity, his expression darkens.
“It seems our Little girl is still having trouble keeping her hands to herself, Byron.”
The look Byron sends me isn’t one of censure, but almost pleading. “I’m sure she’ll be on her best behavior for us. Won't you, princess?”
“If you let me dress myself, sure.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t an option,” Ezra says. “Byron, a little help, please?”
Whatever he has planned, it can’t be good because Byron sends me another of those looks like he’s silently begging me to behave before turning his attention to his grouchy counterpart. “Is that really necessary, Ezra?”
“You know it is. We don’t want our little one to hurt herself.”
With a soft sigh, Byron nods. “You’re right. I know you’re right, I just hate to see her upset.”
Oh, yeah, something is definitely about to go down. “What are you talking about?” I manage to keep the f-bombs out of my question, though I doubt it sounds any more respectful than when I was dropping them left and right.
Instead of answering me, they move as one, Byron pulling the towel from me and laying me flat on my back before I can even process what’s happening. A moment later, Ezra tugs on a strip of thick black leather, buckling it in place over my stomach.
“Hey! What are you doing? Let me go!”
I try to kick out, but Byron already has a hold on my legs. And Ezra is busy strapping my arms to my sides, rendering me effectively immobile.
And, I realize with growing horror, completely at their mercy.
“Please let me go.” Meeting Byron’s eyes, I let the tears come freely, let my bottom lip tremble as my voice drops to a whisper. “Please, please, don’t do this.”
“Shh, princess. Nobody's going to hurt you. Daddy Ezra is just going to put your diaper on and then we’ll see about finding you something pretty to wear for the day. How would you like that?”
I’m so busy trying to decide if I believe the ‘Nobody’s going to hurt you’ line that it takes a moment for my brain to catch up with the rest.
“Wait. Did you say adiaper?”
Pulling open a drawer in the tall table I’m laying atop, Ezra lifts up what does appear to be a diaper covered in frolicking cartoon rabbits. Only it's far too large for a baby.
“You arenotputting me a fu-freaking diaper.” Even if I’m protesting for my life here, I’m smart enough to watch my language after the punishment I’ve already endured.
“We certainly are, little one. Byron, lift her legs for me.”
Byron, the traitor, does as he’s told and raises my legs high in the air so Ezra can slide the soft cotton beneath my ass. Between the two of them, it’s no time at all before I’m swaddled in a diaper and released from my bonds.
The second my hands are free, I reach for the diaper, but Ezra immediately catches my wrists, his dark eyes pinning me with that stern glare that makes my tummy feel all weird.
“If you remove your diaper yourself, you will be wearing it again over a hot, welted bottom. Am I understood, little girl?”
“No! I don’t understand any of this. It’s stupid and I just want to go so I can finish hitchhiking my way to the city.”
Confusion draws his brows together. “Which city?”
“Thecity. New York. The Big Apple. That’s where I’m headed.”
My captors share a look before Ezra shifts his gaze back to me. “You were hitchhiking from West Virginia to New York City and you ended up here?”
“Well, I wasn’t hitchhiking the whole way. I drove about eight hours before my car broke down. Didn’t have the money to fix it so I’ve been walking or riding the rest of the way.”
Again, Byron gives me that sympathetic look, and even before he speaks I know he’s going to say something I don’t want to hear.
“Princess… I don’t know how you got so turned around, but you’re nowhere near New York. You’re actually about three hours too far north. And that’s by car. God only knows how long of a walk that would be.”
