The fact that she maxed out all of her Daddy’s credit cards in a single day wasn’t the reason she had spent the last hour – standing in the corner with an extremely sore bottom.
The fact that she threw a hissy fit in the mall when she heard the word “no” wasn’t the reason she spent an hour that afternoon on a time out chair.
The fact that she swore like a sailor wasn’t the reason why she spent the first half hour, after getting home from work, with a bar of soap in her mouth.
The fact that she deliberately wet her panties in the grocery store yesterday just to be put back in a diaper when they got home wasn’t the reason that her panty drawer was now completely empty.
And now, as the door bell rang, she lowered her chin and frowned – not because she was about to be humiliated in front of her friends and not because a picture of her standing in the corner in her diaper had already been texted to her friends, but because her frown was fake.
She was more than happy to be humiliated and was more than happy to be punished, but she would have to keep up the frowning act until every last guest that evening have left their house.
It wasn’t easy living with a secret. And more than anything else, she wanted to live openly about it. And that made her feel very small, very incomplete. But on this night, she would be helplessly discovered – filling her heart with a secret joy that would keep all her thoughts little.
And it would make her tingle in silly places. It would make her heart beat with the pace of a galloping horse. It would take her breath away. It would spin her senses and make her dizzy. It would make her fidgety – in turn, making her crinkle. It would be thoroughly humiliating for her.And it all was just moments away.
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