Chapter Three
Marly woke with a raging headache, a sick tummy and the desperate urge to pee. Rolling carefully to her side, she moved slowly, knowing any quick movement was going make her head throb. But she didn’t get far, her wrist pulling her back as she went to sit up.
She looked at her wrist blurrily, surprised to see she was tied to the bed with a silken cord. God, she needed to pee. Carefully, she lay back down and wondered how the hell she was going to stop herself from wetting the bed.
As she clenched her legs together, she finally noticed the thick padding surrounding her bottom and nearly sighed in relief. She didn’t remember her men putting a diaper on her, but they obviously had.
Now that she knew she could go, though, her body was rebelling, not wanting to let go of its control. This happened sometimes when she was first placed in a diaper. Once she was in the little girl mindset she was fine, it was just that there were times when she found it harder to regress than others.
The ache in her bladder intensifying, she looked up in relief as Adam walked into the bedroom.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, not without sympathy.
“My head hurts, my stomach feels sick and I’ve really got to pee,” she told him urgently.
“Well, I guess you’ll want this then.” He shook a bottle. Liquid pain relief. Bless him. She went to grab the bottle and spoon, but he shook his head, looking down at her sternly. Her arm dropped and she opened her mouth obediently.
“Good girl,” he praised her. Warmth filled her body at his words.
Adam poured the liquid onto the spoon then placed it in her mouth. He handed her the other item he’d been carrying and she’d been ignoring. A baby bottle filled with water.
“Here, baby, I bet your head is throbbing. Water will help.” Adam held the bottle out, obviously expecting her to take it.
Marly pouted, she didn’t feel like being a baby girl today, she was grouchy and out of sorts and just wanted to laze about on the sofa, watch TV and feel sorry for herself.
Adam frowned down at her. “Marly, if I have to tell you again to take this then you’re going to get a spanking on top of the one you’ve already got coming.
Marly grabbed for the bottle with both hands, knowing the rules. She couldn’t hold the bottle with just one hand; she had to use both of her hands like a young child would.
While she was busy drinking the water, Adam pulled the covers off and with one hand, reached down between her leg and her diaper. His fingers roved around her private area, taking longer than necessary to ascertain what was rather obvious.
“Dry, huh?” he said, his eyebrow rising. “Well, I want all of that water to be gone by the time I get back,” he nodded at the bottle she was holding, “and I want to find a wet diaper, missy.”
He gave her diaper a little pat before exiting the room, leaving a frantically swallowing, worried Marly behind him.
When Adam returned, the bottle was empty and the medication was starting to work its magic on her headache, even her stomach felt a little better. However, the pressure on her bladder had intensified into pain. She just could not let go.
Adam felt around in her diaper once more, before giving her a stern look.
“Do you need some help, little girl?” She shook her head frantically, wincing at the pain that elicited. She hated being helped, usually that entailed getting tickled until she peed, and she detested being tickled. Adam ran his gaze over her.
“How do your knees feel?” Adam asked with concern.
“They’re okay.” They were feeling a lot better, the cream he’d put on last night had eased the sting.
“They’re okay, what?” he asked
“They’re okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised her. “I’ll check them later. And your head and tummy?”
“My head’s feeling better, Daddy, I still feel a little sick though.”
Adam ran his gaze over her. “Hmm, food will probably fix that.”
Her stomach roiled at the thought but she knew better than to argue.
Freeing her wrist, Adam picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. He sat her in her special high chair. It was made especially for her. It was high enough that she couldn’t touch the floor and the tray that clipped over couldn’t be opened by her, effectively trapping her.