You all have NorboyDL to thank for this one, I couldn't get this out of my head. The whole point of that paragraph was to tease everyone, but it's too damned hot. So here we go. This takes place after Chapter 20's bratting by Jess.

CHAPTER NONE: BONUS SMUT

"Please Daddy," I begged as he pushed me over the mattress of the crib by the back of my head, clipping something to my collar. My hands were pressed flat against the bed on either side of me as I whined and squirmed, but his hand was firm. The second he released my head, I tried standing - even as he grabbed my arms and pulled them toward my bottom - but I couldn't stand up. He had tethered me to the back bars of the crib, and he was clipping my mittens to the lowered bars on either side of me.

"You were a naughty girl, Cupcake," his voice was silky smooth and sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the hairs on my arms stand upright, his control over me was so complete. "I counted and you... what? What did you do?"

"I ran," I squeaked. I felt the impact of his hand against the seat of my diaper.

"You ran," he confirmed. "And now you're going to be punished." He patted my rear again as I thrashed against my bonds, but I was stuck. My wrists were stuck, my neck was stuck.. I wasn't going anywhere. I heard him leave the room, followed by the sound of the water in the bathroom running.

"No Daddy!" I pleaded. "I don't want an enema!"

"Oh you do," he laughed as he came back in. "You know you do."

"I don't!" I fussed, stomping my feet. "I don't want one!"

I felt his fingers trace softly against my arms, and then on the backs of my thighs. I shivered again... I felt the heat between my legs... he had just finished with the wand, but I felt insatiable. I wanted more, I wanted him. Honestly, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to straddle him and sit on his lap on the couch and lower myself onto him, feeling him fill me over and over...

But this was going to be good too.

My thoughts snapped back to reality as I felt him tug the diaper down slightly, exposing my bottom.

This was it.

"No!" I squealed, thrashing again. He answered only with a finger, cold and wet with lube as he ran it around my hole. My breath came short as I felt the head of the nozzle pressed against me. "Please Daddy," I begged, frantic. "Please no. Please please please! I'll be a good girl, I'll be good, I swear. Please Daddy... NO!" The last no was barely a breath as I felt the nozzle penetrate me.

I bore down, accepting the nozzle into me, helpless do do anything else. If I resisted it would hurt, but if I accepted it... He lifted the hem of my shirt up and stroked my back as he opened the valve and I felt warm water rushing into me. I could barely breathe, my heart pounded in my chest like a frantic, caged rabbit.

"Good girl," he soothed. "You are being a good girl. You're my good girl, Cupcake."

The water filled me for what seemed like an eternity until my belly felt bloated and strange.

I knew what was coming next.

"Hold it, Cupcake," I could hear the grin on his face. "Don't you dare let that go. Not yet. If you do... if you let go before I say it's okay, you're just going to get another one."

He'd do it too, I'd called his bluff on this once before. I'd expelled the second my diaper had been up and as promised, he'd filled me again the moment I was done. It was ironic - the nozzle being removed wasn't a relief, it was a new torment - now I had to hold it without that invader's help. He tugged the diaper back up, making sure it was nice and snug... he'd taped me into one of the Simple Ultras just before we began... the squishiest diaper we owned, the thing swelled up like something out of diaper fiction when it was full. If they were pink, they'd be all I ever wore.

And then he made it worse. He unclipped my mittens and the collar and helped me into the crib, putting me on my hands and knees. Holding it in was taking everything I had, and I could feel sweat breaking out on my brow. He stroked my cheek as I rested on all fours, my tummy feeling like it was quivering and cramping inside me.

"Now," he commanded, and my bowels obeyed, emptying mushy liquid into the waiting diaper for what felt like an eternity. My cheeks burned with shame - I never messed in the diaper, I always found some way to sneak to the toilet to take care of that, and there was nothing in the world that made me feel so small and helpless than him watching me as I uncontrollably messed. It seemed to go on forever... and then I was on my back, blushing and panting, feeling the warmth of it all as the diaper swelled, ballooning out...

And then the vibrator sprang to life, and he wasn't taking it easy.

"What a dirty girl," he teased, bringing a fresh gasp to my lips. "What a helpless, dirty girl. This is why we keep you in diapers, Cupcake. You just can't be trusted."

His words ignited a new fire in me and a long moan tore from my lips - all the best orgasms came while he talked, while he tormented and teased, while he told me how helpless I was, how I was his. The diaper squished around me as he turned up the power to the Hitachi and my moan stretched for what felt like an hour.

"Tell me you need your diapers, Cupcake," he demanded.

"I need my diapers," I repeated, panting and pawing at my diaper, helpless in the mittens. I writhed in my shame and pleasure as I repeated him, whatever words he wanted me to say, I'd say. "I love my diapers. I'm a dirty girl. I'm Daddy's... ohhhh... oh Daddy... I'm Daddy's dirty girl."

"You'll be in diapers forever," he promised.

The first climax came with the word forever as he dug the wand in - a vibe felt a million times better through a wet diaper.

But he didn't stop there - he lowered the power until I could breathe again, and started it all over, telling me how helpless I was, how he couldn't trust me, how I'd always end up in a messy diaper eventually...

I lost count of the orgasms, my brain just stopped working at some point.