Page 171 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Well,” said Lady Edna to Emily, the peeress’ voice dripping with sarcasm, “it seems you do have some interesting opinions after all, my dear, though I can’t say they’ll endear you to the people to whom poor Adrian is so desperate to appeal.”

I turned to Emily, narrowing my eyes. I didn’t truly care in the slightest what Lady Edna thought of me, and Sir Geoffrey was an old friend. Johann Stier, I thought, would probably think better of me for choosing a fuck toy with a little spirit.

Emily herself, though. I cared about the sudden defiance in her face. I loved it, honestly — and I loved what it meant. For a moment her green eyes challenged my look of paternal admonition. Then I saw her start to chew her cheek, and her expression became, just for an instant, a plea for mercy.

“We’ll discuss this later, Alice,” I said, and turned to Lady Edna to change the subject.

Emily and I exchanged barely a word more until we were back in my limo, on our way to her apartment.

As the limo door closed behind us, I felt a surge of frustration and anger wash over me. I had enjoyed seeing her act out, but the impulsive girl had caused a scene. Small, to be sure, but with the potential to injure my reputation, when I had acquired her to do precisely the opposite. I kept my face stern as I turned to her, and I spoke with annoyance.

"That was an incredibly foolish move, young lady," I said in a low and menacing tone. "You have embarrassed me in front of important people and jeopardized my efforts to restore my image."

She bit her lip, a mix of defiance and shame playing on her features. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly, though I could sense it wasn't entirely genuine. "Lady Edna was just so awful, and I…"

"Enough," I commanded sharply. "I do not want to hear your excuses. When we return to your apartment, you will be punished severely for this transgression."

The thought of punishing her sent a thrill through me, but I pushed it aside for now. "For the time being," I stated firmly, "you will reflect on your behavior. Think about how a proper young lady should act, and how you failed to meet those expectations tonight."

She nodded mutely, her cheeks flushed with shame. As the limo glided through the streets of London, I couldn't help but dwell on the events of the evening. The feeling of control over this rebellious girl still stirred something within me, and the reminder of her submission in the form of a wet diaper made it all the more tantalizing.

Emily had her hands in her lap, there on the car seat next to me, and she had her attention focused on them, wringing them slowly and gently as if they represented an outward sign of the contemplation I had just commanded her to undertake. I had the chance to study her closely for a moment, and I felt certain I could see in her downcast eyes and even in the angle of her gorgeous, slender neck that an essential part of her acknowledged her need for my discipline.

I took a deep breath through my nose at the unexpected wave of affection that rose in my chest at that thought. My lips twitched into an involuntary, self-mocking smile. I had sponsored — purchased, really — Emily as an accessory, both for public occasions like tonight’s gala and for the pleasures of my bed. As a beautiful piece of arm candy and a highly fuckable piece of ass, as an American might say. The act of taking responsibility for her, though, seemed to have affected me in an astonishing way.

As I watched Emily think about her behavior, I couldn’t help wondering about my own.

I’m reforming her, my naughty young lady. My bad girl. Is my bad girl also reforming me?

Emily

The limo ride felt interminable. I kept my gaze fixed on my hands in my lap, too ashamed to look at Lord Adrian. The wet diaper chafed uncomfortably but also, much worse, arousingly with every small movement of the car, a constant reminder of my submission and my impending punishment.

My cheeks burned as I replayed the scene at dinner in my mind. What had possessed me to say such a thing? Lady Edna had been awful, yes, but I knew better than to lash out like that. Especially in public, at an event that was clearly important to Lord Adrian.

Part of me wanted to protest, to argue that it wasn't fair. I hadn't asked for any of this — the humiliating costume, the diaper, the plug still nestled inside me. But a larger part recognized the truth in Lord Adrian's words. I had agreed to play a role tonight, to help rehabilitate his image. And I had failed spectacularly.

As we pulled up to my building, I felt my stomach churn with dread and… something else. Anticipation? Surely not. I couldn't actually want to be punished. Could I?

Lord Adrian's hand on my arm startled me out of my thoughts. "Come along, young lady," he said, his voice stern. "It's time to face the consequences of your actions."

I followed him meekly into the elevator, my legs trembling slightly. The ride up to my floor seemed to take forever and no time at all.

As Lord Adrian unlocked the door to my apartment, I felt my heart racing. The reality of my situation was sinking in — I was about to be punished, truly punished, for the first time since “agreeing” to this arrangement.

We stepped inside, and Lord Adrian immediately took charge. "Go to your room and remove your costume," he instructed firmly. "Keep the diaper on. I'll be there shortly to deal with you."

I nodded mutely and hurried to obey, my cheeks burning. In my bedroom, I carefully removed the Alice dress and accessories with trembling hands. The wet diaper felt even more degrading now that it was the only thing I wore. I perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, waiting anxiously for Lord Adrian to arrive.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his footsteps approaching. He entered the room, his eyes raking over my nearly naked form. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he shook his head.

"Hands at your sides, young lady," he commanded. "You've lost the privilege of modesty tonight."

I reluctantly lowered my arms, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. Lord Adrian lowered his chin and looked into my eyes, his gaze appraising.

"Do you understand why I’m going to punish you?" he asked.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Daddy. I embarrassed you at the gala and jeopardized your reputation."

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