“Such a good girl,” he said, sitting her up and pulling her hair into a tight braid that fell down her back. “How do those diapers feel?”
“Weird. I am telling you right now that I am not gonna pee in them.”
“You silly, stubborn girl. Let’s lay this out on the table. You have had at least two bags of IVs put into you, plus that lavage of warm water in your tummy, plus all the warm fluids I can get you to swallow. How long do you think you can go without piddling?”
“Long enough. I didn’t go in the hospital.”
“They had a catheter in for a while and filled your bladder with warm water. The discharge instructions said that once your organs return to normal, they are going to be dumping all this extra fluid real fast. ‘Urinary frequency every ten minutes is not unusual,’” he read. “Since the doctor does not want you to do any walking to prevent tissue damage to your feet until full circulation returns, how are you going to make it to the bathroom?”
“I… Well…”
“You are tiny, but even my back can’t take the strain of lifting you back and forth for the next two or three days. So suck it up and wear the diapers.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so old,” Camille grumbled.
“I will show you how old and feeble I am after you get better, missy,” Erik shook his finger in her face, yanking it away as she snapped at him. “Brat. In my arms now. Daddy is going to take you to get you some warm tea and then we can go cuddle in the aviary for a while.”
“Why there?” Camille asked, accepting his arms.
“It is the warmest room in the house. And the air is nice and moist. We just have to look out for Arthur’s flying darts.”
Camille closed her eyes to listen to the sound of the tinkling drips of water that fell from the wide-leaved trees into the small ponds below. The buzzing of the hummingbirds mingled with the sloshing of the central fountain, and a small running stream gurgled happily under the platforms on which the lounge furniture rested, splashing into a lily pad pool laden with tiny green frogs and turtles. By the time Erik returned with warm drinks, Camille was squirming uncomfortably in her chair.
“Here you go, my love. Nice, warm tea with plenty of raw sugar,” he said, handing her a sippy cup. “What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”
“You jerk! You did this on purpose!” Camille whined, crossing her legs with discomfort.
“Drink your tea and don’t call me names, please. Did what on purpose?” Erik asked innocently.
“Got the one place in this house that is surrounded by sounds of running water! You knew this would make me want to pee!”
“Really? I just thought it would be warm and comfortable for you to breathe in. Drink.”
“You are a real butthead, Erik.”
“Not a nice way to talk to your daddy. Drink.”
“I told you, I refuse to wet myself.”
“Then hold it. Drink.”
“I will!” Camille snapped, downing the cup of warm tea. Her eyes widened, realizing that the beverage added to her discomfort. “Please! Let me use the bathroom!”
“No, honey. There is nothing to be ashamed of. We all pee. Just let it go and let yourself be comfortable.”
“You know how humiliating this is! Why are you doing this to me?” Camille whimpered, jamming her hand between her legs and breathing deeply as she tried to push back her need.
“This has nothing to do with doing anything to you, honey. It has to do with necessity and practicality. Just tell me when you need changing.”
“I will change myself!”
“Those little ducks turn blue when you are wet. If I find out that you are choosing to be stubborn and not telling me right away, you will have that diaper changed with a red bottom for extra color. Is that what you want?”
Camille refused to answer, becoming even more uncomfortable as the minutes ticked by. The sound of living water around her worked its magic, making her urge more pronounced. She could not do this! Oh, Lord, nooooooo…
Heat spread through her body as her bladder won against the battle of the wills. She closed her eyes, pretending that she existed in another universe, in another time and space than this one. She could feel Erik watching her, waiting. Is there no end to this? she asked herself as the flow just continued like a broken dam that had been blocking Lake Erie.
“Feel better, baby?” Erik asked gently, standing over her. “I know that was hard for you, but you did it. I brought supplies in here with me and…”
“Please just go away,” Camille begged, her shame deep.
“You know I refuse to go anywhere. Let’s get these unsnapped. Lift your bottom for me, kitten. Oh my, you poor thing. You must have felt awful to be holding this much,” he said, tossing the heavy wet diaper into a bag. Tenderly, he cleansed her wet skin with a soft aloe wipe and then patted it dry before applying talcum powder. He smoothed it in, running his hand over her silky smooth, pale skin and along the folds and creases of her bright pink pussy. With as much care as he could muster, he slid the clean, fresh diaper under her hips and pulled the tabs shut. After resnapping the legs closed, he pulled the abashed girl into his arms.
“You did very well for your first changing. I am proud of you.”
“I hated it.”
“I didn’t. Would you like to watch TV?”
“I’m hungry,” Camille whined as he lifted her.
“I have some soup heating up. Do you like clam chowder?”
“For breakfast? Yeah! With French bread?” Camille asked hopefully. She pouted when Erik shook his head. “It’s not fair! I like bread.”
“No solid anything for three days. I made sure that I pureed everything to make it easier on you. And let me know if it is too rich. Your tummy needs time to rest.”
“My tummy needs real food. Don’t give me your ugly look.”
“Then behave yourself.”
“Yes, Daddy dear.”
* * *
Erik caught Camille yawning less than an hour after she ate and, ignoring her protests about not being tired, took her into her room. He set her on the changing table again and took out the flexible thermometer wand.
“No, no, no!” Camille kicked her feet on the table, unable to rise as Erik held her in place with one hand while reading the instructions with the other. She fought him as he unsnapped her pajamas and pulled her legs out to remove the diaper. Two smart smacks on her outer thigh made her stop the kicking, but not the fight.
“I don’t want you to make me do that!” she cried out as he slipped the probe into the wand and covered it with lubricating gel.
“Camille Loren, you are making me very upset. We are both very tired and this behavior is unnecessary. Don’t you even think of biting me, young lady,” Erik reprimanded firmly, holding her chin in his hand. “You have the choice, my darling; you can do it the easy way or the hard way, but either way, it has to be done.”
“Fuck that! I said noooooooo!” Camille yelled as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, equipment in hand. Her pounding and pinching was ignored as he swept her across his lap and pinned her flailing legs down under his right knee. Camille howled as his hand smacked loudly across the center of her bottom.
“Okay, then the hard way. This behavior is both surprising and disappointing to me,” Erik said with a trace of sadness in his voice. He began to spank her vigorously, his rock-hard hand landing time and time again on the same spots before moving to another area to scorch. Camille fought him with just as much energy, kicking, yelling and pummeling him with her little fists. Her angry and frustrated tears soaked the carpet below her face as she screamed her protests about the medical care, the high-handedness, and the lack of fairness involved.
Erik’s spanks were tireless, each one building upon another as he grimly set about the task of teaching his little one manners and obedience. This battle of the wills continued until Camille finally ceased her struggles and began to apologize profusely for
her rudeness and her lack of cooperation. Erik was grateful that she had given him a reason to stop his heavy-handed spanking, noting that her poor little bottom was speckled with tiny bruises from his fingertips.
He remained silent as she sobbed across his left knee. He prepared the thermometer for insertion and pried her bottom apart, exposing her tiny, pink rosebud. After placing some lubricant on his finger, he began to massage it into the tight hole, all the while keeping her pinned firmly under his leg with his left forearm leaning against her hot back. At least he knew that the tantrum had served some purpose in warming her blood some more. He just wished that she had not provoked him to such a severe hand paddling.
He urged the tip of the wand into her small entryway, sliding it back and forth to help her get used to the feel of the invasion. Camille sniffled in protest as the wand was maneuvered into her body and then held firmly in place with the same hot hand that had just administered the spanking of her life. He began to inflate the base of the long wand using his left hand to pump the bulb, all the while carefully observing Camille’s response. Her protests continued, but had changed in tone. He knew the feeling is being filled by the bulb was disconcerting, but hardly worth the fit she had thrown. Was she testing him again?
It didn’t matter. Like it or not, Camille was going to accept that he cared enough to say no when needed and that he would always show his love by being consistent. Usually, the sight of her bright red bottom wriggling his lap was exciting to him, but not now. He tugged at the tether to make sure the probe was in place, and then patted her bottom.
“Such a fuss for absolutely no reason. I only hope it is because you are tired and irritable.” He lifted her damp, sweaty body into his arms, holding her closely as she hiccupped. “After your nap, we will spend some special time together. And do not leave this bed for any reason. There is an intercom button right here that you can push if you need me, and I have the meter’s alarm box set up in my room in case your temp changes. Now sleep. I love you.”
He was amused that his response was a pouting lip. With another kiss to her head, he lifted her into the crib, replaced the diaper, and tucked the blankets firmly around her. He hung the thermometer unit on the side rail and glanced at the reading. 98.3. He leaned over to kiss her again and began to rub her back, singing softly. Slowly, the sound of hiccupping turned to the deep, relaxed breathing of sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Camille woke an hour later, tossing about miserably in the confined area of the crib. Her bottom cheeks stung and throbbed, and her bottom hole felt stretched and sore. She reached to find the bulb, wanting to deflate the nasty wand and yank the offensive plug out. It was gone. Damn it! Erik must have guessed what she would try to accomplish. Her next feat was to attempt to liberate herself from the horrid diapers that were fitted snugly around her waist. Too snugly. Camille groaned, peering down at the locked belt around the diaper’s waist.
Camille slowly raised herself to her knees; the sensation of the probe’s tether tugging at her anus both startled and aroused her. She pulled herself up to climb over the rails and to the floor and began to walk to the door when she was tugged to a stop by the inflated wand seated inside her. Camille reached for the ‘leash’ unit and stared in dismay when she saw that the unit was securely locked to the crib rails.
Erik is going to spank the hell out of me for this little stunt, Camille pondered, also realizing that she could not get back inside of the crib without a stool or a chair. She was stuck standing next to the crib, her ‘leash’ too short to permit her to even lie down on the floor.
“Daaaaaadddddyyy!” she called, hoping he would believe that she escaped her bed to look for him.
Erik skidded into her room, catching the doorframe as he ran in. He stared at the predicament she had gotten herself into and said nothing.
“I’m stucked,” Camille said in a little voice. “I wus comin’ to see you. I need to go potty and…”
Shaking his head, he strolled over and lifted her back into the crib, then tucked the blankets around her again. He remained completely silent, saying nothing to her. After a final kiss on the forehead, the tired man returned to his room, again in total silence. Camille stared at the wall, the wand still lodged uncomfortably inside her bottom and the urge to tinkle strong. She suspected she might be in a bit of trouble for not minding him, but then, she was supposed to be taking on the age of a young toddler. She seriously doubted that the concept of obedience was strong in that age group. Did she dare to challenge his patience, though? A quick rub to her still achy bottom and the diapers that covered it, gave her the answer. This was an issue she would not push.
Camille tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable between the probe and her increasingly aching bladder. She pressed the intercom button.
“Daddy, I need to go.”
“You have a diaper on, so use it,” came a groggy response. “Call me to change you.”
Camille grunted, turning to her back and noting how the sensation of the flexible wand changed. Unfortunately, it also pushed against the back of her bladder. Gritting her teeth, Camille willed herself to relax and was soon rewarded as she released her water. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the sense of relief traveled through her body. The sensation of the warm liquid was almost pleasant… until it began to grow cold minutes later.
Reluctantly, she struck the alarm.
“This had better be serious, young lady,” Erik’s voice warned. “I am exhausted.”
“I’m wet, Daddy,” she muttered shamefully.
“Okay, I will be right there,” he sighed.
Camille was on her knees to greet him, stretching her arms out for a hug. He embraced her lovingly and then lifted her to the changing table. After unlocking the diaper belt, he quickly changed the wet brief, taking care to thoroughly cleanse her skin and rub lotion into it. Camille wriggled a little when his strong hands touched her stinging bruised backside.
“Does your bottom still hurt from your spanking, little girl?” he asked in a firm, unyielding tone. When Camille nodded, he responded with a simple word. “Good.”
“Daddy? Can I come sleep in your bed? Puleeeze.”
“I am not happy with you right now, Camille Loren. You were very naughty today, and very disrespectful.”
“But you gave me a spanking. Doesn’t that mean I am forgiven?” Camille asked, nestled in his arms once again as he lifted her from the table.
He looked down at her face, not disguising the little amused twitch of the side of his mouth. “You were, for that incident. The grand attempt for escape is another story.”
“But I missed you and forgot that I was attached to this, this horrible leash!”
“Maybe later. Right now…” He reattached the tether, making Camille want to slap her forehead with disbelief. She had not even thought of disconnecting the cord from the device! “You are to go back to sleep and let me rest for a couple of hours.”
“You can rest holding me, can’t you?” Camille blinked with utmost innocence.
Erik pinched her chin. “No. The last thing I can think of doing with you in my arms is rest. Sleep.”
“Read Pout-Pout Fish to me.”
“Sleep.”
“Please?”
“Do you want another spanking? This time with the hairbrush? Hmmm, I didn’t think so,” Erik said as she shook her head wildly. He kissed her temple. “I love you. Sleep well.”
* * *
As promised, Erik spent the evening doing ‘special things’ with her. He woke her up for dinner looking refreshed and alert, and spoon fed tomato soup into her mouth. This was followed by ‘pink’ applesauce, which he proudly boasted of making himself.
“You really like it? I boiled the red apples in a little water until they were soft and added some sugar, cinnamon, and a dash of allspice. Threw it into the blender, skin and all, and there you go!”
Camille grinned, holding her bowl out for more, enjoying the happy smile on Erik’s fa
ce as he ladled more sauce for her. To her relief, he allowed her to eat without his help this time. She was also grateful that he decided to forego the threat of making her drink from a bottle. They spent the rest of the evening building a Lego robot. The activity itself was an adventure because Erik was far from mechanically inclined. Camille had to read and reread the instructions to him and continually show him the pictures while handing him the parts… She giggled at the concentrated scowl on his face, enjoying the fact that the toy set for ages eight and up was kicking his butt. She did not dare say anything though. She could save that teasing for later!
Determined to be the model of perfection, and hopefully free herself of the punishing confines of the diaper and the crib, Camille threw herself into character for the remainder of her convalescence. She permitted the diaper changes and frequent taking of her temperature without anymore fuss. She obeyed Erik’s instructions, promptly and with a forced smile, abstaining from argument or protest. She forced herself not to appear sulky when he placed her in the crib for the night, and hugged and kissed him lovingly after he read Pout-Pout Fish to her with all his fun voices.
Her efforts were rewarded the fourth morning. He left her alone to take care of her personal needs so that he could prepare a fragrant bubble bath for her in the ‘grownup’ tub. Humming to himself, he stripped her of her clothing and the wet diaper, removed the wand from her bottom, and carried her carefully to his bedroom where he lowered her into the soothing warm water. He undressed himself and joined her, pulling her to lean back against his chest.
His hands reached around to stroke her flat stomach and then gently cup her breasts. Teasingly, his thumbs tickled her nipples, making them grow hard under his touch. Camille arched her back, encouraging him to continue. She felt his cock press against her back and pictured it siding into the place where the probe had been. She could not deny the ache to feel him there.
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