The Rancher's Little Girl (11 page)

“I know, darlin’, but I want you to know that I won’t stand for your sass or for you disobeyin’ me. I know you’re embarrassed, but you need to mind what I say. Do you understand?”

She whimpered a little, then nodded her head against the bed. “Yes, daddy.”

“Can you get your diaper, and do as you’re told?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry, daddy.”

After that, Victoria astonished herself by simply obeying Ross’ command. This morning, she would have sworn that no matter the kinds of thing she sometimes thought about… wondered about… she would never ever let a man put her in a diaper. Now she had lost the power to deny that she wanted to please her daddy by showing him that she could be a little lady—a little lady who knew when she had done wrong, and who accepted her embarrassing discipline, so that she could wear grown-up underwear again.

How could she have been so stupid as to do that search on a library computer? Yes, it was better than doing it on her phone, she supposed, but what an idiotic risk to take, given the power a senator had—and this senator in particular had—to find such things out. A spanking was exactly what she deserved.

And… a diaper. How could she possibly agree with Ross MacGregor, handsome cowboy, that she should have to wear a diaper to help her learn how to behave?

Ross was special. Jack had said that. What he hadn’t said—probably because he didn’t know how to express it—was exactly where Ross’ specialness came from. Victoria didn’t want to call it dominance, exactly, because it seemed so different from what guys like Bob Austin had. And she couldn’t imagine Bob Austin reading her a bedtime story after a spanking.

But it was dominance, all the same—just a different kind. Dominants
made
you do things. Bob Austin made girls please him with their bodies. Ross MacGregor made Victoria want to be the little lady he seemed sure she could be.

Made her lie naked on her back, on a big cloth diaper, and spread her knees to show him the special place that he had shaved—and that she had actually re-shaved herself, very self-consciously, the day before when she had realized that her stubble had gotten rather long. Her diaper area: Victoria had to show her daddy her diaper area.

She closed her eyes as she felt the cloth against her bottom. Was her daddy looking at her? She felt the front flap of cloth coming up between her thighs. She held her hands up in front of her chest, modestly covering her breasts because she thought her daddy would probably like that. Unless he wanted to touch her breasts—to teach her about them, maybe. Suddenly Victoria longed to have him teach her about all her special places that way. She wanted him to decide what he wanted to do about how wet she got when she thought about him, down there, where now he fastened the Velcro of the diaper.

“There you go, darlin’,” Ross said. Victoria opened her eyes to see him looking down at her with the same kind expression he wore when he read her bedtime stories. “Do you think you’re learnin’ your lesson?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered. She almost asked him to teach her about her special places, but she felt much too shy all of a sudden.

“Alright, go into the dressing room and put on the dress I laid out for you.”

Oh, a special dress to go over the diaper! Victoria couldn’t tell how she felt about that. She stood up to try to cover over her confusion. She felt the naughty feeling of the diaper moving against the tender, sensitive skin of her special place, and blushed. Then, suddenly, she realized that the reason she couldn’t tell how she felt about the special dress was that she didn’t want to admit to herself that it made her happy that her daddy had picked out a special dress to go over her diaper.

But that happiness got dispelled in a moment, for Ross said, as she turned to leave the bedroom, “Let me know when you’re wet, darlin’, and I’ll change you.”

Victoria spun around, feeling an expression of true panic come into her eyes. “No! I mean… you didn’t say…”

“What else is a diaper for, young lady? You’re not going to be wearing your big-girl panties again until I’ve changed you at least once, and then you wet your diaper again.”

“But I can’t, daddy!” she wailed. “I just don’t think—it’s too… too much.”

“You can, darlin’. I promise. You don’t want to, but when you do, you’ll understand how much of a lesson you’re learnin’. When you disobey your daddy, you lose the right to decide about that. That’s why you’re in diapers.”

Victoria felt her features scrunch up into what she thought must look like a little girl’s about-to-cry face. “Daddy!” she wailed. “I want to be good, but it’s so… so…” She started to cry again then.

Ross stepped forward and pulled her into his muscular, flannel-covered arms. “Shh, darlin’. Don’t worry. I can tell you need this.” He reached his hand down and held her diaper-covered bottom inside it, and Victoria knew in a way she had only suspected before that Ross was right. Strange and embarrassing as it was, and counter to so many ideas she had cherished about her maturity and her independence, having a cowboy daddy who spanked her and put her in diapers and then told her that she had to wet her diaper so he could change it—she needed that.
I’m a diaper girl,
she allowed her mind to whisper to itself, and she shivered in Ross’ arms.

“Alright?” he asked softly.

Victoria nodded.

“I think you’re going to like the dress.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Yup. Go on in and take a look.”

She did like it—she liked it so very much. It was a pink Sunday-go-to-meeting dress, with satin bows, and it made her look like a china doll. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and then Ross came in, holding two pink ponytail holders and two pieces of pink ribbon. “For pigtails,” he said.

Victoria giggled. A part of her still wanted to resist ageplay stuff like pigtails, and it seemed such an odd way for discipline to work, but she turned around and took the ribbons, with a smile up at Ross. She hadn’t worn pigtails in at least fifteen years, but she made two braids lickety-split, and put them in the ribbons.

“There you are, darlin’,” said Ross with satisfaction. “Pretty as a picture.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Victoria replied shyly, holding onto one of her pigtails with both hands and squirming a bit in her diaper, to see how it felt. It felt… it felt little, and lovely.

“Now do you think you can wet that diaper for me?”

She blushed and looked down at the floor, still holding onto the pigtail. “Yes, daddy,” she said. Really, she wasn’t sure; it still seemed so terribly embarrassing even to think about. But she definitely wanted to try to please her daddy, strange as his requests and commands often seemed.

“If you want to get it over with, I can make you go down and have a few glasses of water,” Ross teased.

Her blush grew hotter. “Oh, daddy. No… please don’t make me do that.” She turned to look up at him once again, and saw that he wasn’t serious.

He chuckled and bent down to kiss the top of her head. “Alright, darlin’. You just let me know. You can start makin’ dinner. Kelly and Mike are gonna be over at four.”

She felt herself quail, remembering what he had said about the momma-spanking and wondering what that meant. For the first time, though, rather than trying to persuade herself that he hadn’t meant what he said, she decided that it couldn’t be such a terrible thing, since Ross had proven himself time and time again to be an expert in creating disciplinary situations that helped her understand herself better, no matter how embarrassing they were.

* * *

And that momma-spanking turned out to be one of the most embarrassing things ever. Several times while she got dinner ready, Victoria tried to pee in her diaper, but she felt so self-conscious, even without anyone around, that it just didn’t seem to work right. Her bladder was pretty full now, but every time she tried to go in her diaper, the muscles didn’t want to let her.

So by the time the Stovalls arrived—Mike owned a ranch about ten miles away—she felt like she was in some distress.

“Don’t you look pretty, Victoria!” Mike said, as he came up the porch steps to where she stood next to Ross.

“Thank you, Mr. Stovall. I’m very pleased to meet you.”

She shook his hand like a little lady, despite the distress she was feeling down below.

“We brought a fancy dress like that for Mrs. Stovall, for dinnertime,” he said. “I think we’re going to have a very nice time tonight, don’t you?” He was short and round and had a sincere smile that seemed to make Victoria’s insides light up. She didn’t even know what kind of nice time he meant, because Ross, as usual, seemed to want to keep his surprises surprising, but she hoped that Mike would be right.

Once she got through the first part, of course. Kelly came up the porch steps, carrying a garment bag that must hold her fancy dress, but the one she was wearing was grey and severe. Her blond hair was done up in a bun, and she had an unmistakable momma-look on her face.

“Child,” she said to Victoria, making Victoria’s eyes grow big. “I’m here to help you learn to behave yourself. I don’t see any reason we should delay the lesson.” She looked at Ross and said, “Is that alright with you, Mr. MacGregor?”

“Well, let’s have little Victoria go up to her room and sit on her bed to wait for you, Momma Stovall. I need to discuss a bit with you in private before you go up to discipline her.” He turned to Victoria. “Don’t worry, darlin’—I won’t tell Mr. Stovall here about your trouble; we’ll keep it between you and me and Momma Stovall.”

Victoria felt herself blush crimson. Ross could only mean that she was having trouble going in her diaper. Would Kelly—Momma Stovall—do something to help? At this point, even though she felt like any moment she would start doing a little girl potty dance, she desperately hoped she could hold it in, because if the other woman witnessed her shame, she wasn’t sure if she could ever bear to face her again. She felt her face pucker like she’d eaten a lemon as Ross patted her on her bottom to get her going, and she rushed upstairs.

Momma—how had Victoria managed to get to the point where she could go in an instant from thinking of a person as the librarian to thinking of her as her momma?—came to the open door of the pink bedroom only a minute or two later. “Alright, little Victoria,” she said as she stepped through the door, “your daddy says we need to help you wet your diaper.”

Victoria nodded mutely. The blush hadn’t really faded, but now it definitely flared up again.

Momma pulled the desk chair out and put it in the center of the rug. “Well,” she said. “It’s a good thing that your new momma knows a thing or two about how to help little girls who are having that kind of trouble.” She sat in the chair. “Come get over my lap, child. I think you know that I’m here to spank you, and I promise you that I’ll be doing that very soon, but we need to get this taken care of, and then get you changed, first.”

Victoria breathed in and out, a little fearful, but also, well, feeling a little funny in her special place at the thought of going over the librarian’s lap in her pink dress with the diaper under it. She got up, wringing her hands and bouncing a little on her knees as she held them together to try to ease the pressure. She wanted to release it—oh, how she wanted to go now.

But… Kelly had gotten her spanked, and Kelly had gotten her put in diapers. Something in Victoria still resisted, hard, despite the embarrassing pressure in her bladder.

“No,” she said, and backed away toward the dresser.

Her new momma sighed in frustration. “Child,” she said, “do I have to get your daddy up here to put you over my lap?”

“No, please,” Victoria said, really starting to do her potty dance.

“Mr. MacGregor,” Momma called through the open door.

“No, please…”

“What is it, momma?” Victoria heard her daddy call from the bottom of the stairs.

“Little Victoria is havin’ some trouble obeyin’ me. Could you come up, please?”

“Glad to.”

“Oh, daddy!” Victoria said, as she heard his footsteps approaching up the stairs. “Can’t you spank me instead?” She couldn’t believe she was actually asking for a spanking from Ross, but the prospect of the one from Kelly just seemed so much more embarrassing right now. And right now she felt like maybe she could pee in her diaper for Ross but not for Kelly.

Ross appeared at the door. “Darlin’,” he said sternly. “I can certainly spank you myself if you keep sassin’, but that won’t be until after you have your spankin’ from your momma.”

“Oh, Ross!” Victoria said, bursting into tears.

“Go on, darlin’. Get over your momma’s lap, or I’m gonna have to put you there and hold you down.”

Victoria closed her eyes, and suddenly the pressure in her tummy got so much that her thighs clenched together, but she still couldn’t go. With a whimpering sob, she went to get over her momma’s lap.

“Thank you, Ross,” momma said, and daddy left the room. His footsteps sounded, descending the stairs, and Victoria was alone with her momma.

She lay over the grey worsted lap of momma’s old-fashioned dress, and momma said, “There you go, child.” Victoria felt momma’s hand come down on her bottom and start to rub.

And that was all it took. With a loud whimper, Victoria felt herself start to wet her diaper. There was so much, and it came out so fast, that it made an embarrassing little sound. Momma clucked a little at the sound, but still she soothed her hand over little Victoria’s bottom, making it feel so lovely to be peeing over her momma’s lap, and wetting her diaper at last.

Afterward, going straight to correct drawer, momma got out another diaper and also found baby powder that Victoria hadn’t known was there, leading Victoria to wonder whether Mrs. Stovall had played here before with Ross’ almost-fiancée. She had Victoria pull her dress all the way up to her waist and lie on her back. Then momma pulled the Velcro open and slipped the wet diaper out from under Victoria’s bottom, using the dry side to dry the diaper area. She took the wet diaper to the bathroom, leaving a very embarrassed little girl waiting for her new diaper, completely bare on her bed with her knees spread and her diaper area entirely visible.