Zac came through the door just as Adam was placing a bib around her. All she wore was a t-shirt, a diaper and a bri
ght pink bib, announcing she was Her Daddies girl.
“Ahh, there’s my naughty little girl.” Zac came over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He reached under the tray and slipped two fingers into her diaper.
“Are you wet, baby girl?” he asked.
Adam turned from the stove. “No, she hasn’t wet her diaper yet, she’s got until the end of breakfast and then she’ll be getting some help,” he said ominously.
Zac stared down at her knowingly. “Bet you have to go really bad, don’t you, little girl? Don’t you want to be a good little girl for your Daddies? Daddy Zac knows you want so bad to wet your diaper, don’t you?”
Marly nodded, almost sobbing, she so wanted to please them, sometimes it was just so hard to let go.
Zac’s hand moved out of her diaper and he began rubbing her lower stomach, pressing hard against her bladder. “Just relax and let it go, sweetie, be a good girl now.”
Finally, his voice relaxing her, Marly found herself letting go and wetting her diaper.
“Good girl,” Zac praised her. “You’re our little baby and babies wet their diapers. That’s my good little girl.”
Marly smiled, squirming a little in embarrassment but happy she’d pleased them.
“Now, we’ll change that diaper after breakfast and give you the spanking you have coming to you,” Zac warned her.
“A spanking, Daddy Zac?” she asked, her lower lip trembling softly.
“Yes, sweetheart. You’ve been very naughty. You broke your rules last night and you knew if that happened that you would be punished. Daddy Adam and I have also decided that you’re going to spend the next two weeks of your holiday as a baby. We think you need some extra special time as our little girl and that you need the structure and boundaries that will give you. You were very naughty last night; we can’t have you disobeying us like that, Marly love.”
Two weeks, she thought. But that was her whole holiday. She liked being a baby girl, but she liked being an adult, too, especially when she was hoping to sneak her two men away for a naughty weekend.
She pouted. “Two weeks? That’s my punishment?” She was a little puzzled, being a baby girl wasn’t normally given or viewed as punishment.
“No, baby girl,” Adam answered. “We don’t ever want you to see that as punishment. It’s been a while since you had a long stint as a baby girl. We’ve been neglecting you in that area and the next two weeks will be a good time for you to spend as a baby. Your punishment is going to be in the form of regular spankings, one each morning and then again at night. There will be no TV and you’ll be having an afternoon nap each day.”
She started to sniffle. The punishment was one of the harshest they’d ever given her. “For two weeks,” she cried plaintively.
“Yes,” Zac answered firmly, “and you keep that tone of voice up and you’ll be getting it twice as hard on your bottom.”
Adam sat down in front of her, placing a plate of gray muck on her tray. His plate and Zac’s held a full breakfast. Suddenly, strangely enough, she was starving.
But not starving enough to eat porridge.
Adam held up a spoon filled with porridge, Marly shook her head, refusing to take it. She crossed her arms over her chest. She wanted eggs and toast and sausages, not this icky stuff.
“You’ll eat this,” Adam ordered quietly.
“No,” she pouted, still upset about spending her whole holiday being punished. It wasn’t fair, they were being so mean!
“Marly,” Adam warned.
“No!” she yelled, but while her mouth was open Adam slipped the spoon into her mouth. However, Marly was determined not to eat that muck and spat it out again all over the tray.
“You’re gonna pay for that, little girl,” Zac said as Adam calmly stood and opened the tray. Adam picked her up and sat down on one of the chairs, placing her face down over his lap. Her stomach protested the position, but its discomfit was soon overridden as her diaper was undone, her bottom bared, and Adam’s hand was slammed down in full force on her bare ass.
“Daddy, no!” she yelled, sobbing as his hand landed heavily. He didn’t show the least bit of consideration for the state of her stomach and head.
“Please, I’m sorry,” she cried as he continued his punishment with steady, even force.
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