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“She will if she knows what’s good for her,” Daddy Victor said, the authority in his voice clearly meant as much for me as for the frightening Lord Adrian.

I tried to stay perfectly still as Lord Adrian's hand continued to explore my tender bottom. My mind raced with fear and confusion. What kind of "invasive examination" was he planning? And how could I possibly submit to it?

"Very good to hear," Lord Adrian murmured. "Spread your legs wider, Emily. I need to inspect you more thoroughly."

My face burned with shame as I slowly shifted my feet further apart on the cold tile floor. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Lord Adrian's hand moved lower, brushing against my inner thighs.

"Excellent," he said. "Now, Emily, I read the report from the doctor, but I think I need to see for myself. I'm going to check how well you respond to the kind of stimulation a loving daddy gives. You will remain still and quiet unless given permission to speak. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, my lord," I whispered, my voice trembling.

“No, Emily,” Lord Adrian said sharply. “Call me Daddy, from now on, if you please. Being an American, it will come very naturally to you, I imagine — but even I prefer the term to Papa, at least when we’re talking about a sexual plaything like you.”

I swallowed hard, feeling my forehead crease deeply at the idea.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed.

Without warning, I felt Lord Adrian's finger press against the entrance to my suddenly, distressingly aching vagina. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body tensing.

"Relax, young lady," he commanded softly. "This is part of your evaluation. Be a good girl and let Daddy examine you properly."

I bit my lip hard, fighting the urge to squirm away as his finger slowly explored my sensitive sheath. To my horror and confusion, I felt my body responding to his touch despite my fear and shame. The warmth low in my belly built even further.

"Oh my," Lord Adrian said, a note of pleased surprise in his voice. "She's already quite wet, Hargrove. I think perhaps a diaper is in order.”

Chapter Five

Emily

My head spun at Lord Adrian's words. A diaper? Surely he couldn't be serious. But as I felt his finger withdraw from my embarrassingly wet pussy, I heard Daddy Victor moving around behind me.

"An excellent suggestion, my lord," Daddy Victor said. "I'll fetch the necessary supplies right away."

I wanted to protest, to beg them not to do this. But Lord Adrian's earlier command to remain quiet unless given permission to speak echoed in my mind. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the flood of humiliated tears threatening to spill over.

"Stand up and turn around, Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

On shaky legs, I pushed myself up from the exam table and turned to face him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me, taking in every detail of my flushed face and trembling body. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. "But clearly in need of strict guidance and care."

Daddy Victor returned, carrying what looked like a stack of oversized cloth diapers and other supplies. My stomach churned with dread and mortification.

"Lie back on the table, Emily," Lord Adrian commanded. "It's time to get you properly dressed for your new role."

Tears pricked at my eyes as I complied, the vinyl cool against my bare skin. Lord Adrian and Daddy Victor loomed over me. The cool vinyl against my bare skin made me shiver, because — I insisted to myself — it definitely wasn’t anticipation or any kind of crazy need.

"Lift your bottom," Lord Adrian instructed.

Biting my lip, I raised my hips off the table. Daddy Victor slid a thick cloth diaper underneath me. The soft material felt strange against my newly bare skin.

"Good girl," Lord Adrian murmured. His large hands grasped my ankles, pushing my legs up and apart. The position left me completely exposed. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at either man as they prepared to diaper me like an infant.

I felt a cool cream being spread over my most intimate areas. My cheeks burned with humiliation as Lord Adrian's fingers worked the lotion into my skin.

"This will help prevent diaper rash," he explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "We can't have our little girl getting sore, can we?"

Before I could process his words, I felt a dusting of powder being applied. The baby-sweet scent filled my nostrils, driving home the reality of my situation.

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