Page 161 of Morally Gray Daddies

"What happened next, young lady?" he prompted when I faltered.

"Her daddy found out," I whispered. "He was very disappointed in Emily. He… he put her in a diaper to remind her that she was just a little girl who needed guidance."

Lord Adrian's hand came to rest on my lower abdomen, pressing gently. I gasped, the added pressure making my need to pee even more urgent.

"And how did that make Emily feel?” he asked softly.

"Emily felt… ashamed," I whispered, my cheeks burning. "But also… safe. Protected." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, shocking me with their honesty. I didn’t want them to be true. I told myself I had said them because of how desperate to please the state of my bladder had made me.

Lord Adrian smiled, continuing to press gently on my lower abdomen. "Good girl," he murmured. "And what happened next?"

I squirmed, desperately trying to hold back the flood I could feel building. "Emily's daddy made her drink a big bottle of water," I continued, my voice strained. "And then he… he…"

"Yes?" Lord Adrian prompted, increasing the pressure slightly.

A small whimper escaped my lips. "He made her use her diaper," I finished in a rush, tears of humiliation pricking at my eyes.

"Excellent story, young lady," Lord Adrian praised. "Now, I think it's time for you to live out that ending. Use your diaper for Daddy."

I shook my head frantically, feeling every muscle in my body clench. "Please," I begged. "I can't… not here, not like this…"

Lord Adrian's expression hardened. "Emily," he said sternly. "Good little girls do as they're told. You will use your diaper right now, or you'll be punished severely. Do you understand?"

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded miserably. Lord Adrian maintained the pressure on my abdomen, and I felt my control slipping. With a sob of shame, I finally let go. The warm wetness spread through the thick padding between my legs as I emptied my bladder into the diaper. The relief was instant, but quickly overshadowed by intense humiliation as I stood there, wetting myself like an infant in front of these two men.

Lord Adrian's hand remained on my lower abdomen, feeling the diaper swell beneath his palm. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "Such an obedient young lady."

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, unable to look at either man as the last trickles subsided. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks. I had never felt so utterly humiliated and degraded in my life.

"There now," Lord Adrian said, finally removing his hand. "Doesn't that feel better? Now you understand what it means to be Daddy's little girl."

I nodded miserably, still unable to open my eyes or speak. The wet diaper sagged heavily between my legs, a constant reminder of what I had just done.

Lord Adrian stepped back, his eyes raking over my trembling form. I bit my lip as I noticed an obvious bulge in his tailored trousers, a clear sign of his arousal at my humiliation. He turned to Daddy Victor, his voice husky with desire.

"Daddy Victor, I'd like to take Emily to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. I think a more… hands-on approach is needed to fully assess her suitability."

Daddy Victor nodded, a knowing smile playing at his lips. "Of course, my lord. Right this way."

Lord Adrian gripped my upper arm, steering me out of the room and down the hall. The wet diaper chafed between my legs with each awkward step, an insistent reminder of what I had just done. We entered a stark, clinical bathroom. The harsh fluorescent lighting made me squint, and I shivered as my bare feet touched the cold tile floor.

"Stand still," Lord Adrian commanded. His nimble fingers made quick work of unfastening the sodden diaper. As it fell away, I felt utterly exposed once more.

Lord Adrian held out the wet cloth. "Wash this in the sink," he ordered. "Thoroughly."

With trembling hands, I took the diaper and stumbled to the sink. The faint but mortifying scent of my pee filled my nostrils as I began to rinse the cloth. Tears of shame pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them back, focusing on the task at hand.

I could feel Lord Adrian's eyes on me. The weight of his gaze made me acutely aware of my nakedness but for the thin camisole that barely covered my small breasts. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I worked, the reality of what I had just done sinking in fully.

Suddenly, I felt his large hands on my hips. He pressed himself against my back, and I gasped as I felt the hard bulge in his trousers against my bare bottom.

"Such a good little girl," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Cleaning up your mess like Daddy told you to."

One of his hands slid around to my front, cupping my freshly shaved mound. I whimpered as his fingers explored my pussy, pressing roughly into my sheath and to my dismay finding me wet despite my embarrassment.

"My, my," Lord Adrian chuckled. "It seems our little Emily enjoyed her diaper experience more than she'd like to admit."

I shook my head frantically, even as my body betrayed me by pressing back against him. "No, please," I whispered. "I didn't… I don't…"

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