Page 181 of Morally Gray Daddies

My Daddy stood up. Taking my hand in his much larger one, he guided me forward. The polished wood was cool beneath my bare feet, a sharp contrast to the burning heat of my cheeks. As I stepped onto the towel, I felt the plush pile sink slightly beneath my weight. The soft fabric tickled the soles of my feet, a strangely intimate sensation given the circumstances.

"Stand right here in the center, young lady," Adrian instructed, positioning me carefully.

I stood motionless, acutely aware of my near-nakedness. The childish polka dot panties felt absurdly inadequate, doing little to preserve my modesty. I could feel the guests' eyes on me, their gazes almost palpable as they raked over my exposed flesh. The silence in the room was almost oppressive.

Lord Adrian circled me slowly, his eyes raking over my trembling form. When he came to stand in front of me again, his expression was stern but there was a glint in his eye that made my breath catch.

"Now then, young lady," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to demonstrate for our guests just how thoroughly you belong to Daddy. I want you to wet yourself. Right here, right now."

Another murmur went through the crowd, and I heard an appreciative chuckle or two. I felt my eyes widen in horror, my cheeks burning even hotter. "Daddy, please," I whispered desperately. "I can't… not in front of everyone."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You can and you will, Emily. Unless you'd prefer I whip you until you do it just from pain?"

I bit my lip hard, tears pricking at my eyes. The pressure in my bladder, which I had been ignoring, suddenly felt unbearable. But the thought of deliberately wetting myself in front of all these people was so mortifying it made me dizzy.

"Please," I whispered again, looking into Adrian's face desperately. His expression was both understanding and stern.

"You can do this, little one," he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. "Show everyone that you're Daddy's good girl."

I took a shuddering breath, trying to relax enough to let go. I could feel the eyes of the guests boring into me, could hear them commenting on my Daddy’s cleverness in humiliating me this way.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the watchful gazes of our prurient audience. Focusing inward, I attempted to relax the muscles holding back my pee. At first, nothing happened. My body seemed to rebel against the very idea of wetting myself in front of all these beautifully dressed people.

"Come now, young lady," Lord Adrian said, his voice both severe and oddly gentle. "You know what happens to disobedient little girls."

I whimpered softly, tears of frustration and shame pricking at my eyes. I wanted so badly to please my Daddy, to prove I could be his good girl. But my body refused to cooperate.

Suddenly, I felt Lord Adrian's large hand cup my pussy through the childish panties. The unexpected touch made me gasp, my eyes flying open to meet his intense gaze.

"Let go, Emily," he murmured. "Show everyone that this belongs to Daddy."

His words, combined with the pressure of his hand, seemed to break something loose inside me. With a soft sob, I finally relaxed. Warm wetness flooded my panties, soaking through the thin cotton and running down my legs. I heard several guests gasp and murmur in approval as the golden stream pattered onto the towel beneath my feet.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian praised softly, his hand still pressed against me as I emptied my bladder. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."

When the flow finally stopped, I stood trembling and sniffing there on the soaked towel with its telltale yellow stain.

Lord Adrian removed his hand from my soaked panties, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well done, young lady," he said, loud enough for the guests to hear. "You've shown everyone here that you truly belong to your Daddy."

A smattering of applause broke out among the gathered crowd. My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn't deny the small thrill of pride that ran through me at my Daddy's praise.

"Now then," Lord Adrian continued, his voice taking on a sterner tone. "It's time for your punishment. Remove those wet panties and get up onto the horse."

Chapter Fifteen

Emily

With trembling hands, I peeled off the soaked polka dot panties, letting them fall to the towel with a soft splat. Completely naked now, I approached the pink rocking horse. The straps and cuffs seemed to leer at me, promising pain and humiliation. Unable to look at anything but the horrid pastel thing, I got onto the foot rests, swinging my knee over the padded body of the horse. I felt my bare, split bottom raised high and exposed to the room as I bent to take hold of the dowels that made the handles low on its neck.

Lord Adrian secured my wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs, leaving me helplessly spread and vulnerable. The position forced my back to arch, pushing my bottom out even further. I could feel the cool air on my exposed flesh, making me acutely aware of how open and defenseless I was. The horse rocked a little under me, in a terribly suggestive, naughty way.

"For playing with herself without permission," my Daddy announced to the room, "Emily will receive twenty strokes with the cane. She will count each one and thank me for it."

I heard a gasp from the audience, and I felt certain it had come from the little girls and fuck toys. Alongside it, I heard another of those appreciative murmurs. I bit my lip as a whimper came from my own throat and I perceived it as if it had emerged from some other girl.

"Young lady,” Lord Adrian said, “you will ride your horsey as you are punished. Begin.”

Daddy… please… no… I didn’t say it, though. I knew the stakes. I must accept my punishment gratefully, if I wanted to stay with the man I had fallen in love with, despite how insane I would have called such a thing ten days ago.

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