Chapter Seven

It was Friday evening before Seth contacted me about the information I wanted. I was eating dinner when his face replaced Admiral Adama's on my TV. Jess was sitting on the floor at his feet, sucking on an oversized baby bottle of chocolate milk. She paused long enough to wave.

"So what did you find out?" I asked him, setting my plate down on the coffee table and picking up the bottle of hard cider. One of the joyous things about my relationship was Seth was that neither of us really cared for the bullshit pleasantries that usually preceded meaningful conversation. "Thanks for doing this, by the way. Work has been... well, work. So who is this guy? What's his weakness? String of bad exes? Votes Republican?"

"I haven't gotten a bead on him yet," Seth frowned. "All you gave me was a first name of someone she mentioned. There's nobody in her immediate orbit that has the legal first name Julian. I need more to go on. She didn't go too many places on Thursday - grocery shopping, an Italian bistro, and she bought something from a small vendor near Las Palmas park. Thank goodness that even street vendors use Square, huh?"

"Well crap," I frowned in return, slumping on the couch. "He could be anyone. Thanks for looking, I'll see if I can get more detail. I don't think it's anyone she already knew. She said she met him the day before our date - so I'd wager she met him for the first time on Thursday, it's not someone already in her social circles."

"If you can get me any of the usual PII, I'm happy to help you figure this out. Chances are that, in this town, she's with an asshole of one kind or another."

"Thanks Seth," I sighed.

"So," Seth began a new conversational thread rather than hanging up, as I had expected. "When are you doing the thing?" His eyes looked down at Jess without moving his head - he hadn't told her I intended to take her out.

"I haven't forgotten," I assured him. "And thanks for the credits, I know just what I'm going to buy with them." I paused for a moment, noting that Jess had checked out of the conversation completely to focus on her bottle. She was laying her head on the couch at this point, holding the bottle straight up and down. "Jess," I called softly. "Are you having a good day?"

"Huh?" she looked at the camera with confusion. I couldn't blame her, I rarely spoke to her on these calls - she rarely had anything of value to offer. "Yes Nessa, I had a good day." She smiled an enormous smile as Seth began stroking her hair.

"I thought that maybe you'd like to go out to a bar or two on Tuesday? Just the two of us, dinner and drinks - we'll have a good time."

"What?" she looked a little shocked, and looked up to Seth. He was inscrutable, she'd get nothing from him. "Out? To a bar? I dunno... " She looked visibly uncomfortable, and I knew in that moment that we needed to make her.

"Cupcake," Seth said softly, stroking her hair again, "Vanessa would like for you to go with her, will you do that for me?"

"Yes Daddy," Jess bit her lip, setting the bottle down and wrapping her arms tightly around his leg. She was afraid. "I would like to go with you, Auntie Nessa."

"Thank you Jess," I smiled a smile that said 'You are a good girl', "we're going to have a lovely evening. I want you to pick out a nice dress to wear to dinner, okay? You're not going as a baby, you're going as my adult friend. But I still expect you to behave."

"Yes Auntie Nessa," she nodded solemnly.

"I think," Seth smiled down at her, "that someone has earned a treat. I'll talk to you later, Vanessa. Let me know when you've got some more info to go on. We'll figure this out."

And with that, I found myself looking at Battlestar Galactica once more. I smirked and picked up my plate - knowing those two, Jess was ramping up for a temper tantrum right now.

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My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the screen go dark. I was afraid and excited all at the same time. I clung tightly to Daddy's leg, waiting for him to explain what my treat was going to be... but it was hard to let go of the anxiety of my now-looming outing with Nessa.

"Okay Cupcake," Daddy practically purred. I squirmed in my wet diaper at his feet, burying my face in his thigh. "What would you like for a treat? We can get you a nice piece of cake or... "

"Tantrum!" I giggled into his leg. Tantrums were the best. I had to get special permission to really let go, Daddy loved punishing me, loved it when I broke the rules, but a tantrum was loud and sometimes things got broken so we agreed that I could only have one under special circumstances. It was going to get me in so much trouble and it was going to be amazing.

"Of course," he laughed his deep rumbly laugh. He grabbed my by the upper arms, pulling me into his lap. The diaper squelched between my thighs, releasing a little of the hot urine to press against my skin... I was really wet, this one would leak if I didn't get changed soon, but I didn't get to decide that. Just the thought, even after all this time of living with him and being full time, set my pulse to racing. I felt incredibly aroused as he took me gently by the face and guided me toward him for a soft kiss. He took a moment to tickle my nose with his beard and I laughed. Beard tickles were the best. "What are you going to tantrum over?"

"Does it matter?" I giggled again, "Just make something up, Daddy."

He pushed me gently to my feet and I walked away from the couch as he turned on the music in the living room, activiating the white noise machines in the bedroom and nursery at the same time with his phone. We didn't want the neighbors worrying, after all.

"Cupcake," he said in his stern Daddy-voice. My knees felt weak already. "I told you to clean up your room today, didn't I. Is your room clean?"

"No Daddy," I said meekly, twisting a bit, feeling delightfully vulnerable in nothing but a soft pink onesie and a sodden diaper. "I forgotted."

"I guess you don't want a new toy after all then?"

"But I want it!" I protested - it didn't matter what the toy was, I wanted it. I slipped deeper into the role, this was my favorite part of the dynamic, the unrepentant brat and the dominating Daddy. Knowing him, he already had a toy in mind... which meant I would love it. "I want it! Daddy, get me the toy!"

"Good girls get toys," he stood, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at me with those cold blue eyes. A chill went down my spine - when he wanted to be, he was incredibly intimidating. "I don't think you deserve a toy. I don't think you're getting a toy."

"No!" I screamed, stomping my foot at him. I felt the heat rising in my face. "I want a toy! I'm your cupcake and you should buy me the toy!"

"Go to your room, Cupcake," he said in his warning tone. "Now."

"No!" I shouted again, "I want my toy!" This was it - this was the moment, he'd push me over the edge and I'd tantrum and then the game would begin in earnest. My heart was pounding in my chest, wondering what he would do to me. "I want my toy NOW!"

"You're being a bad girl, Cupcake. Go to your room right now, there's no way you're getting your new toy. No toys for Cupcake."

"It's not fair!" I cried, flopping to the ground and kicking my feet, slamming my fists against the floor. "It's not fair! You're a MEAN Daddy! You said I could have a toy and I WANT IT. I WANT MY TOY!" It took everything I had not to laugh from the sheer ridiculousness of it, but I was invested. Next he would count...

"One," his foot tapped against the floor and my stomach flopped at that single syllable. If this were real, if I were really testing him and not getting a treat, just him saying 'one' would have me begging for mercy at his feet and apologizing, but now...

"No!" I screamed again, flailing. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" Oh, screaming that was so satisfying, so cathartic.

"Two... "

My breath came hot and heavy as I rolled over and began climbing to my feet... the next part was about to begin...

"No Daddy! No counting! Stop! Just give me my toy!"

"Three." He growled - his tone no longer warning - taking a step toward me. I darted away, relishing the fire in his eyes, that faux fury that I could only hope he enjoyed as much as I enjoyed my fake tantrum.

"No Daddy!" I squealed as I ran from him. "Please! I'm going to my room, I'm sorry!" I dashed for the door to the nursery, but he was so fast, his legs were so much longer than mine. I slipped inside the room and started to close the door, but his arm was there, forcing it open.

"You're in trouble, little girl," he growled. "When I count, you obey."

"I'm sorry Daddy!" I squealed, actually pushing with all I had against the door, but I was slowly losing. He forced it open slowly and I moved away once he stepped into the room, walking backward as he advanced on me. He was so tall, I felt so tiny as his hand reached for me. "No Daddy! Wait!"

His hand closed around my wrist and I knew then that I was doomed. I couldn't keep the grin from my face as the world spun and I found myself face down in the plush carpet, my arm twisted behind my back. And then came the mittens. Oh, he was really giving me a treat tonight. I squirmed helplessly as he slipped the first pink leather mitten over my right hand, then my left. My breath was short and heavy as I felt the buckles tighten, heard the locks click shut.

"I'm sorry Daddy," I squeaked as he flipped me over, pushing my now-useless hands above my head.

"You were a bad girl, Cupcake," he purred, his face leaning close to mine. I felt him clip the ends of the gloves together with one hand as he reached between my legs with the other, squishing my wet diaper against my pussy. I moaned, bucking against the pressure of his hand. It could go either way now, I was captured. He could give me pleasure or pain. He could grab the Hitachi and drive me insane, giving me orgasm after orgasm... or I could find myself over his knee and receiving a deliciously scary spanking. I was goo in his hands, I was helpless before him. He would do whatever he wanted with me.

And I would love every minute.

"I love you Daddy," I whispered. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, tickling me with his moustache as he slid his tongue between my lips. I couldn't imagine life without him now. I was his Cupcake, he was my Daddy. And I wouldn't have it any other way.