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As I put on the awful costume, I tried to keep myself from looking in the full-length mirror on the closet door. But I found my eyes drawn to my reflection against my will, an unwelcome, almost morbid fascination taking hold.

The blue dress hugged my petite frame, the short skirt barely covering the plastic pants that peeked out from underneath. The white pinafore accentuated my small breasts, pushing them up to create a hint of cleavage. Striped stockings clung to my legs, disappearing under the frilly skirt.

I turned slowly, taking in the full effect. From behind, the diaper created an obvious bulge, making my bottom look round and childish. The juxtaposition of the sexy costume with the infantile undergarments was deeply unsettling.

To my horror, I felt a too-familiar warmth building between my legs as I studied my reflection. There was something undeniably alluring about the naughty schoolgirl look, despite the humiliation of the diaper underneath. The forbidden nature of it all sent an unwelcome thrill through me.

I shook my head sharply, trying to banish such thoughts. This was wrong. I shouldn't be excited by this degradation. And yet… I couldn't deny the way my body was responding.

With trembling fingers, I fastened a black velvet choker around my neck - the final touch to the costume. In the mirror, a conflicted young woman stared back at me.

Just then, my phone buzzed with another notification from the SA app. Lord Adrian's message was brief.

I’m downstairs in my limo. Come down immediately.

My heart raced. With shaking hands, I grabbed a small purse and headed for the elevator. My stomach churned with a mix of dread and shameful excitement as I descended to the lobby.

The doormen's eyes widened as I walked past, my face burning with humiliation. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet their stares as I made my way outside.

There on the street stood Lord Adrian, dressed in what I immediately recognized as a pirate costume: a red captain’s coat and black breeches, a cocked hat, a saber at his side. His eyes raked over me appreciatively as I approached. He opened his arms in a theatrical gesture that seemed intended for any bystanders — of which I knew there must be many — and enfolded me in a hug.

"You look absolutely delectable, my dear," he murmured into my ear. Then his voice dropped even lower as he added, "You're going to save my arse, you bad girl, and then I'm going to bring you back here, and I'm going to fuck yours."

Chapter Eight

Emily

Lord Adrian helped me into the limo, my body obeying his hands' silent commands automatically despite the waves of heat his crude words had sent coursing through my system. He closed the car door, and as he walked around to the other side I tried to process the menacing promise he had made, of what would happen after the gala.

He took my hand as soon as he had gotten into the limo and closed the door. I felt my fingers tremble in his grip as the unseen driver behind his glass screen pulled out into traffic.

“Look at me, young lady,” my Sponsor Daddy said. I obeyed, my brow creased and my lower lip between my teeth. In Lord Adrian’s eyes I saw a rapacious hunger that made my tummy flip, while on his lips I saw a smile that seemed almost gentle.

I blinked at him for a moment, trying to get my bearings, to figure out what this situation meant — what it meant to me to be under his gaze, not to mention his absolute control.

“I didn’t intend to watch you as much as I have, this past week,” he told me, his voice low and almost confessional. “Even before it became clear that I need the distraction you’ll provide to the press, Emily, I found that despite my usual instincts to avoid attachment, the idea of giving you the care and discipline you so clearly need had an undeniable attraction.”

I swallowed hard. My heart, which had quieted a little after what Lord Adrian had said about… about my bottom… started to race.

To my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me, gently at first and then harder. Reflexively, I tightened my hold on his hand, and he squeezed back as his tongue explored my mouth, dominant and demanding.

When he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes the smile had vanished and the hunger had grown.

“The Bad Girl program wants me to be hard on you, young lady, and I’m afraid that’s exactly what I’m going to be.”

My lips parted, my breath coming in little pants.

“I…,” I started. I felt transfixed by his sky blue eyes. “What…”

“Lay yourself over my lap, young lady,” he told me. “Daddy has a present for you.”

I hesitated for just a moment, my mind reeling from the sudden shift. But Lord Adrian's stern gaze threatened consequences I had no desire to experience. With trembling hands, I awkwardly maneuvered myself across his lap in the confined space of the limo. The short skirt of my Alice costume rode up, exposing the childish plastic pants underneath.

Lord Adrian's large hand came to rest on my padded bottom, and I tensed in anticipation. But instead of a smack, I felt him tugging at the waistband of the plastic pants.

"Lift your hips," he commanded softly.

I obeyed, my face burning with humiliation as he worked the pants down my thighs. Cool air hit my skin as he unfastened the diaper, leaving my bottom bare and vulnerable.

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