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Inside is a stunning tiara, studded with gems that match Victoria’s dress so perfectly, I would have suspected them of conspiring together if I hadn’t known any better.

“Look, little one. A crown fit for a princess.”

“Oh!” Eyes wide, Victoria presses her hands to her flushed cheeks. “Can I wear it, Daddy? Please?”

“Of course you can, little one.”

At the crook of my finger, a maid hurries over to help me pin the tiara into Victoria’s bouncy curls. My Little one is almost as bouncy, hopping from foot to foot as we finish securing the headpiece.

“I wanna see! I wanna see!” she squeals excitedly.

Scooping her up in his arms, Jasper carries her over to the fireplace, holding her high so she can see her reflection in the gilded mirror hung over the brick. “What a beautiful princess you make, sweet little Tori.”

Irritation pricks at the base of my skull. I’ve never been a fan of nicknames, but I don’t have the heart to correct him, not when Victoria is staring at her reflection with such wonder.

Whatever they call her, she is breathtaking. And allmine.

Chapter Sixteen

Tori

I feel just like a princess greeting her court as Uncle Evan and Uncle Gideon arrive, each bearing their own gifts. They exclaim over my tiara and my pretty dress, and although something in the back of my mind tells me they might be even more dangerous than my Daddy, I’m too caught up in the thrill of it all to care.

Not too caught up, however, to put up a fuss when Daddy tells me to lift my skirt to show Uncle Gideon my diaper when he asks about it. Humiliation turns my face inferno-hot and I grab the hem of my dress, pulling it down to hide the thick cotton covering my naughty bits.

“Victoria.” There’s a hardness to Daddy’s voice I recognize all too well. A hardness that tells me I’m well on my way to earning another spanking. “Don’t be rude. Lift your dress so your Uncle Gideon can see your pretty diaper.”

“But Daddy, I don’t want to!” I whine, pushing my bottom lip out in the hope that if I’m cute enough he’ll let me get away with my defiance.

No such luck.

“Victoria, you can either do as you’re told and show Uncle Gideon your diaper like a good girl, or he can see your diaper when I take it off to spank your bare bottom. Which would you prefer?”

Although the last spanking didn’t really hurt as much as I pretended it did, I’m not keen to have a repeat in front of so many people, especially without the protection of my diaper, so I reluctantly lift the edge of the dress just a bit.

“Higher, Victoria.”

Sniffling back tears, I raise the dress even higher. If I wasn’t wearing the diaper, all of my naughty parts would be on display right now, but somehow it feels like that would be less humiliating than this.

“Absolutely precious,” Uncle Gideon says, his voice surprisingly soothing. “Turn around, Tori. I want to see your bottom, too.”

I justknowmy cheeks are bright red, but I’d rather it be my face than my other set of cheeks. So I turn my back to them, and this time Daddy raises my dress for me.

“Has she used them, yet?” There’s an eagerness in the new voice. Uncle Evan’s, I think.

“Not yet. I’ve given her the choice so far, but she has been warned that if she’s exceptionally naughty, that choice will be removed for her.”

“Daddy.” I’m whining again, but I’m too far gone to care. With all the embarrassment I’ve faced, I think I’ve earned the right. “Don’t tell them that!”

A sharp swat lands on my thigh, harder than any Daddy has given me before and I yelp at the sting. “Do not talk to your Daddy that way, little girl.”

Not Daddy. Auntie Cat. An ache settles under my chest at her words. For some reason, it’s even worse being chastised byher than anyone else. “I’m sorry,” I manage to whisper past the thickness in my throat.

And then I’m up in Daddy’s arms, being cradled and rocked like an actual baby. “Little girls are known to get cranky when they’re hungry. We should probably eat.”

Maybe it’s manipulative on my part, but I make sure to sniffle extra loud as I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my face against his shoulder. “Auntie Cat hit me,” I tell him, making my voice as pitiful as possible.

But when he looks down, I can already tell I’m not going to find an ally in him. “She spanked your thigh because you were being very rude. You’re lucky I’m in such a good mood, or else you’d be over my knee getting your bare bottom spanked in front of everyone. If you don’t fix your attitude soon, that is exactly what will happen. Am I understood, little girl?”

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