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To my astonishment, I felt Sara's left hand reach across my waist and take a firm grip on my right hip. Then I felt her other hand come down on my sore backside, so hard I cried out at the fierce sting. I struggled, but her hold proved shockingly strong, and she kept spanking me.

“I… told… you… to… be… silent,” Sarah said grimly. I cried out with each swat, as her clearly practiced hand reawakened the soreness from my Daddy’s belt.

“Please!” I yelled. “Sarah… Miss… please…”

She had stopped punishing me. She put her hand on my backside and squeezed hard. I yelped, my hips bucking, as pain and helpless need flooded outward from that grip. Sarah’s fingers probed the warm sheath where my Daddy had enjoyed himself so much.

“Yes,” she said. “Your diaper is definitely in order. You’ll wear it until I come to get you ready for the party tomorrow night. Until then, you are to wear only your diaper. When you go to bed tonight, you may put your plastic pants over it.” Her fingers went in and out, up and down.

I bit my lip and whimpered as I managed to keep myself from speaking. Party?

“Your Sponsor Daddy is going to punish you for playing with what belongs to him, in front of some very important people,” Sarah told me, as she herself played with what belonged to my Daddy.

My cunny. My bare little cunny.

“Oh, no,” I whispered, unable to stay silent at that.

Abruptly Sarah’s fingers withdrew. I couldn’t help another jerk of my hips as my desperately needy pussy sought more friction.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “If we think he shows himself as the kind of Daddy you need, we’ll let you stay in your arrangement with him.”

The twenty-four hours after Sarah departed passed at a crawl. By the time she returned, bearing two large shopping bags from a very fashionable store, I felt terribly on edge. I had somehow managed to get some sleep despite the diaper and the plastic pants. To my dismay, when I awoke I had realized that I had wet the diaper in the night. My cheeks burning, I had washed it and hung it to dry and put on a clean one.

“You’ve been a good girl since I left, haven’t you, Emily?” Sarah said, with a patronizing smile. “We’ve paid close attention. It’s a very good sign that you wet yourself in the night — that shows you’re taking to your diaper training.”

The words sent a fresh wave of shame through me. I felt my cheeks burn hot at the revelation that they — she — had seen my nighttime accident. Did my Daddy know, too, I wondered desperately? The thought that I was being so closely monitored, even in my sleep, was deeply unsettling.

"Now then," Sarah continued briskly, "let's get you ready for the party. Lord Adrian has some very important guests coming, and you need to look your best."

Sarah reached into one of the shopping bags and pulled out a stunning gown. My breath caught in my throat as she held it up for me to see. It was a floor-length masterpiece in deep emerald green silk, with a plunging neckline and a daring slit up one side. Delicate beadwork adorned the bodice, catching the light and sparkling like stars.

"This should suit you nicely," Sarah said, her tone businesslike. "The color will bring out your eyes."

She laid the gown carefully on the bed and reached into the other bag. To my surprise, she pulled out a pair of white cotton panties adorned with cheerful pink polka dots. They looked like something a little girl might wear, a stark contrast to the sophisticated gown.

"These go on first," Sarah instructed, holding out the childish underwear.

I hesitated, confusion and embarrassment warring within me. "But… the dress is so elegant," I protested weakly. "Shouldn't I wear something more… appropriate underneath?"

Sarah's eyes hardened. "These are exactly what Lord Adrian requested," she said firmly. "He wants to remind you of your place, even when you're dressed up like a lady. Now, step into them."

Chapter Fourteen

Emily

Sarah brought me to Lord Adrian’s townhouse in a limo. As the luxurious car pulled up to my noble Daddy's elegant townhouse, my stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The emerald gown Sarah had chosen for me rustled softly as I shifted in my seat, acutely aware of the childish polka dot panties beneath.

"Remember your place tonight, Emily," Sarah said coolly as the driver opened the door, her tone condescendingly sympathetic. "You're here to demonstrate Lord Adrian's control over you. If you want to stay with him, you must obey him without hesitation, no matter what he asks of you."

I nodded mutely, my cheeks flushing at her words as I wondered what kind of degradation the night had in store. As I stepped out of the car, the cool evening air cooled my bare shoulders. I shivered, though whether from the chill or from nerves, I couldn't say.

Sarah led me up the steps to the imposing front door. Before she could knock, it swung open to reveal Lord Adrian himself. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He looked devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his dark hair artfully tousled. His sky-blue eyes raked over me, and I felt a familiar heat bloom low in my belly.

"Little Emily," he murmured, his voice low and rich. "You look exquisite."

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, dropping my gaze demurely. Lord Adrian's hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. "Are you ready to be a good girl for Daddy tonight?" he asked softly, his tone both tender and commanding.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

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