Page 33 of Arion
The moment her bare feet touched, she raced from the room.
For a second, he just watched her. She was so damn cute, wearing nothing but the pink shirt and diaper he’d put on her half-asleep body before her nap.
He followed her into the bathroom, stopping her from shutting the door and continuing right behind her to the toilet.
She was dancing in her spot as she tried to get the diaper off, so Arion squatted in front of her to help.
“I can do it,” she insisted, defiantly.
He grabbed her hands in his and held them out from her sides. His naughty Little girl wouldn’t look at him. She kept shifting her weight from side to side. “Need to potty,” she grumbled.
Arion made a decision even though he wasn’t sure if he would live to regret it or not. He quickly swooped his naughty girl off the floor and brought her to his chest, cradling her tight as he turned and left the room.
“Daddy! Put me down. I’m going to pee myself.”
Ignoring her protest, he carried her to the living room where he lowered himself onto his favorite armchair.
She worked hard to break free. He had to give her credit for her strength. For such a tiny little thing, she could put up a hearty fight. “What are you doing?” she complained. “I need to use the bathroom. Let me go.”
Even with her squirming, he managed to flip her over so she landed on her tummy across his thighs. He knew this position would put pressure on her bladder, but that was one of the goals.
His hand was broad enough to hold both her thighs steady, and he ignored her flailing arms, planting his other hand on her back. He waited. She wouldn’t have her tantrum forever. He had nothing but time and patience for his Little girl.
She continued to whine and squirm for a while.
He held steadfast, not commenting and not relenting.
When she finally went limp over him, letting her hands dangle toward the floor, her hair a mess of curls all over the place around her, he eased up just enough pressure to rub her back.
She sniffled, crying softly. “You’re a meany,” she declared.
He tried not to chuckle. He considered lowering his wrist to her thighs so she would have to deal with the bonding draw, but decided against it. She needed to learn that her actions had consequences. Influencing her mood with his mark would be a dirty trick.
“My bladder is going to burst, and I’m going to pee all over your legs.”
He kept rubbing her back. She knew that wasn’t true. The diaper would hold her urine just fine.
She sniffled some more. “Why can’t I use the potty, Daddy?” she finally asked in a much nicer voice.
“You can, Bella. Any time you want. What you can’t do is speak to Daddy in such a naughty tone. In addition, I will always discipline you when you have a tantrum.”
“I’m not having a tantrum,” she shouted.
He didn’t respond.
In a softer voice, she said, “I’m not a baby.”
“I’m well aware of that, Little one. I’ve seen you naked several times.”
“Then why are you treating me like a baby?”
“Tone, Little one,” he countered. “I’ll be happy to discuss just about anything with you when you speak to me respectfully. I won’t argue with a whiny or bratty Little girl.”
She grumbled under her breath and let her body go lax again. She surely had to pee badly enough that it was growing uncomfortable, especially with her bladder strategically positioned against his thigh.
Arion applied a bit of pressure against her lower back, making her whimper as she lifted her feet.
“Why do you want me to be a baby?” she asked, this time far more politely.
