Page 172 of Morally Gray Daddies

“That’s right,” my Daddy replied. “Moreover, young lady, you need discipline, in general. I can see that even without the help of the advice I get from the Bad Girl program, to the effect that regular, strict punishment is essential to your future happiness — punishment, of course, to be followed by rigorous sexual use of your young body.”

I swallowed so hard it made my shoulders shake. My lips parted and I could hear my breath panting in and out: the clench between my thighs, inside the shamefully damp fabric of my diaper, had sent a wave of need through my body so strong that I wondered for a moment if I would faint.

The worst part — or, I thought suddenly with a blush, maybe the best part — lay in the way Lord Adrian, my Daddy, studied me with such obvious care as I reacted to his terrible words. I could see in his steady gaze that he meant to make absolutely certain I did indeed need what he intended — what he wanted — to give me. To my distress, I understood that I had just told him, with my face and with my nearly naked body, that I did.

My Daddy’s eyes narrowed. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, as if he could read every conflicted emotion coursing through me.

"Stand up, young lady," he commanded softly.

On shaky legs, I rose from the bed. Lord Adrian circled me slowly, his gaze raking over my nearly naked form. I felt utterly exposed in just the wet diaper, my skin prickling under his scrutiny.

"Bend over the edge of the bed," he instructed. "Bottom up, legs apart."

My cheeks burned as I complied, the position leaving me completely vulnerable. I heard Lord Adrian moving behind me, and then the soft whisper of leather being removed - his belt, I realized with a jolt of fear and unwelcome excitement.

"You will receive ten strokes," he informed me, his voice stern. "You will count each one and thank me for it. If you miss a count or forget to thank me, that stroke will not count and you'll receive an extra one at the end. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice trembling.

I felt his hands at my hips, undoing the diaper’s velcro fastenings. I felt the air against my damp skin as the back of the diaper fell, so that it hung down between my legs, a shameful reminder of my belonging to my Daddy, his bad girl to correct, claimed degradingly by the jeweled plug in my little bottom.

The first stroke caught me by surprise, a line of fire across my bottom. I gasped, barely remembering to count.

"One! Thank you, Daddy," I managed to choke out.

The next few strokes fell in quick succession. By the fifth, tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I forced myself to keep counting and thanking my Daddy.

The belt cracked across my bottom again, drawing a strangled cry from my lips. I could feel the heat radiating from my punished flesh.

"S-six!" I gasped out. "Thank you, Daddy."

Lord Adrian paused, his hand coming to rest on my lower back. "You're doing well, young lady," he murmured. "But we're only a bit more than halfway through. Remember why you're being punished."

I nodded miserably, my face pressed against the bedspread. The wet diaper still hung between my legs, a constant reminder of my submission. The plug moved distractingly inside me as I tensed, waiting for the next stroke.

CRACK! The belt landed again, harder this time. I jerked forward, a sob escaping me.

"Seven! Thank you, Daddy," I managed to choke out.

The final three strokes seemed to blur together in a haze of pain and humiliation. By the end, I was crying freely, my bottom feeling like it was on fire.

"Ten," I whimpered. "Thank you, Daddy."

For a long moment, there was silence except for my ragged breathing and quiet sobs. Then I felt Lord Adrian's hand gently stroking my back.

"It's over now, young lady," he said softly. "You took your punishment very well."

I remained bent over the bed, my body trembling from the intensity of the punishment. Lord Adrian's hand continued to stroke my back soothingly, and I found myself leaning into his touch despite the pain radiating from my well-thrashed bottom.

"Stand up and face me," he instructed gently.

On shaky legs, I pushed myself up and turned to face him, entirely naked now but at least leaving the wet diaper behind at last. Tears still streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn't quite meet his eyes. Lord Adrian cupped my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.

"You did very well, Emily," he repeated, his voice warm with approval. "Very well indeed."

A confusing mix of shame and pride washed over me at his praise. How could I feel good about being whipped like a naughty child in an old story? And yet… the look of satisfaction in Lord Adrian's eyes made something warm unfurl in my chest.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered.

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