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And there is still that promised orgasm on the table.
With my eyes still locked with Daddy Byron’s pale gaze, I breathe in deeply through my nose and force my muscles to loosen. Daddy Ezra presses down even harder on my bladder and the next thing I know, I’m doing exactly as they’ve asked.
I’m wetting my diaper.
Like a baby.
Oh. My.God.
“Our sweet, sweet girl,” Daddy Byron whispers, still playing with my nipples as urine fills the soft cotton of my diaper. “We’re so proud of you, princess. Aren’t we, Ezra?”
“We are soveryproud of you.” The confirmation comes as he pulls the diaper from me, using it to wipe me clean before wrapping it up and tossing it in a bin. Something cold and wet presses against my exposed pussy, and I realize he must be using a wet wipe to finish cleaning me.
“There. Nice and clean for Daddy Byron to give you the reward he promised you.”
My two Daddies change positions, with Daddy Byron standing at the end of the changing table. Placing his hands on my knees, he nudges them further apart—and all but dives between my thighs.
It’s a good thing I’m strapped to the changing table because at the first touch of his tongue to my clit, I arch up with a cry. If I wasn’t strapped down, I no doubt would have fallen right off.
Pleasure shoots through me, like a bolt of lightning setting every nerve ending I own on fire. “Daddy!”
The cry is torn from my throat, and above me, Daddy Ezra chuckles. “That’s it, princess. Let us hear you come screaming for us.”
As if I have a choice. Despite the multiple orgasms they gifted me with before my nap, this one rips through me with all the ferocity of an F5 tornado. Leaving me wrecked and breathless in its wake as Daddy Byron straightens, my juices still coating his chin as he grins.
“That didn’t take long. Our Little girl is so responsive.”
“She certainly is. I have a feeling orgasm denial is going to be a very effective punishment for her.”
Denial? As in, no more of those very, very yummy orgasms?
He’s right. I’d do just about anything to avoid that fate. But I’m too wiped out from the pleasure they just forced on me to comment, so I stay silent as Daddy Ezra puts a fresh diaper on me and fixes my onesie. Daddy Byron undoes the strap across my stomach and picks me up, letting me wrap myself around him as he carries me to a large, gliding armchair. And as I sit there, curled up in his lap as he rocks me, all I can think is that I hope it’s a very long time before they decide to send me away.
Chapter Seven
Byron
“You want me to go toschool?”
We’re on day two of life with our sweet little princess, enjoying breakfast together in the nook just off the primary bedroom. Ezra has decreed, despite my protests, that Nicole will be enrolled in our university starting today.
It’s not that I don’t want her to attend. I know it will be good for her. But I had hoped we would have at least a few more days together, just the three of us.
Ezra, on the other hand, has never been the kind to leave something waiting. “Begin as you mean to go on” is practically his personal motto, and I’ve been hearing some version of it pretty much our entire lives.
And I suppose he’s right. The sooner we get Nicole used to her new life with us, the easier it will be for her to adjust. But I can’t say I’m not disappointed we couldn’t have evenonemore day with just our little family before she begins school.
“Yes.” Ezra’s voice is firm, leaving no room for argument as he answers her question. “But it’s not like the school you’re used to. Our school has a very… specialized curriculum.”
“What kind of curriculum?”
Glancing over at me, Ezra cocks an eyebrow, inviting me to join the conversation. Which I do, biting back a sigh that I know will only lead to me sitting on a welted ass all day if I let it loose. “We teach Little ones like yourself to be good girls. There are classes on the basics of sex, kink, erotic literature. You will be expected to obey your teachers, just like you would your Daddies, or you will be punished.”
At this, Nicole’s eyes go wide. “Punished? By you?”
It’s my turn to look over at Ezra, volleying the question to him. “If the offense is severe enough, yes. For most offenses, your teachers will punish you. But I will warn you, Nicole, if you earn a punishment from one of your teachers, you will receive another spanking at home from your Daddies. And if you’re naughty enough to be sent to either of us for a punishment…” He trails off, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. “Well. You should try very, very hard not to be sent to us.”
Nicole’s jaw firms, her chin lifting slightly in a show of defiance destined to end poorly for her. “What if I don’t want to go to school?”
