“Marly.” His voice grew more demanding. “Open this door, right now.”
Marly shook her head. No way, no how.
“Marly, you let Daddy in now. If I have to unscrew this door to get inside, I will. But you will end up as a very red bottom as punishment.”
Marly gaped at the door. She could not believe he’d just said that! Not the part about spanking her, Zac and Adam always talked about spanking her butt and often followed through. But he’d just called himself her Daddy!
Jumping to her feet, she raced to the door, opening it quickly to glare at Adam.
“Do not mock me,” she told him ferociously. “It was a slip of the tongue, it meant nothing.”
Adam merely pulled her into his arms, rocking her. He kissed the top of her head. “I’m not mocking you, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I would love nothing more than to be your Daddy. You’re my precious baby girl.”
It had taken some more convincing from both Adam and Zach before she’d decided to explore that side of their relationship. It had taken her time to regress into a being a child, to trust them with that part of herself. But over time they’d all grown into their roles. She figured a shrink would tell her that her need to regress to a little girl came from her lack of a real childhood. But she didn’t care. Zac and Adam didn’t think her strange for her needs, and they were the only ones who counted.
“But not on Friday night. On Friday night I’m a grown woman and I can decide where I go and who I spend it with,” she argued back firmly.
“Have you forgotten we have rules in this house, young lady?” Adam said in a stern voice that both grated and thrilled. But she wasn’t going to let him win, not this time.
“I’m not doing anything wrong, Adam,” she said reasonably. “I’m telling you I’m going to be late, where I’m going to be, I’ll even give you a time I’ll be home.” There that was reasonable, wasn’t it?
Adam frowned. “You don’t handle alcohol well, Marly. I don’t like you drinking without one of us with you. Besides that fact, you’ll have to drive home afterward.”
Marly knew he had good reasons for his concerns. Marly didn’t have the best relationship with alcohol. She’d gone a bit crazy in her younger years, gotten into some trouble with the wrong crowd, alcohol, drugs. But that was the past.
“I won’t drink,” she told him. “I’ll just stick to juice. It’s our Christmas do and I really want to go.”
She heard Adam sigh and knew she’d won. He wasn’t unreasonable just overprotective.
“All right, you can go. But,” he raised his hand as she went to speak, “there are rules. No drinking. You’ll be home by ten, and you’ll ring us before you leave to come home. You don’t walk anywhere alone and you will call us if you need us.”
“Eleven,” she countered.
“Don’t push it, sunshine.”
*****
The first drink was a mistake. Well, kind of. It was a celebration glass of bubbly for a job well done and she wasn’t quite sure how to refuse. By the third glass, refusal was the last thing on her mind; she was enjoying the buzz too much.
She didn’t notice the hours pass by.
“Hey, Marly.” Angie, one of the women she worked with, came up and put an arm around her. “Marly, you want to come with us to a club? Go dancing?”
“Sure,” she replied, smiling as she followed the others out. As she entered the dance club twenty minutes later, the music pumped loudly. She couldn’t hear herself think, let alone hear what anyone else was saying.
Jiving on the dance floor, she began to feel dizzy, the alcohol buzzing in her system making her sway unsteadily as everything blurred around her.
“I don’t feel so good,” she muttered, not that anyone could hear her. Marly raced from the dance floor, searching for a bathroom. Stumbling through the doorway, she found herself outside, the cool air hitting her overheated skin. Seeing double, she felt her way around the side of the building, her stomach heaving, as she rested against the concrete wall of the nightclub.
Whimpering, she slumped down, sitting on a damp patch of ground. To add to her misery the skies opened and began dumping their contents on her.
“I want Zac and Adam,” she cried drunkenly, looking around her as if expecting them to suddenly appear.
“Oh,” she said, slapping at her forehead clumsily with her hand. “Dummy.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her phone; frustrated when she could hardly see what she was doing, her eyes blurred from alcohol and rain. Finally she managed to find her home phone number, pressing talk, holding her breath as it rang.
“Hello?” Zac’s voice was terse, worried.
“Zac?” she asked.
“Marly, thank God,” he said in relief. Then anger took over. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in, young lady? I’m going to blister your butt when you get home.”
“Zac,” she tried to interject before Adam’s voice came over the line.
“Marly, where are you?” That was Adam, always serious and to the point. Where Zac was bluster and force, Adam was calm and chill.
“I-I don’t know,” she stuttered, feeling very for herself.
“What do you mean—” Zac began before Adam shushed him.
“Think sweetheart,” Adam urged her, his voice level. “I want you take a good look around you. Is there anything around that could tell us where you are?”
She bit her lip and forced herself to look around. “We went dancing, and then I felt sick so I came outside, now I’m sitting in some dark alley and it’s raining. Adam, please come get me,” she cried.
“Marly, sweet, listen to me,” Adam said urgently. “You need to go back to your friends and find out where you are. Stand up now, and move out of the alley.”
She began to cry, not wanting to move. She was sick and tired, she just wanted to stay where she was until Zac and Adam came for her.
“Now, Marly,” Adam ordered.
She reacted to the command in his voice, clumsily getting onto her feet, not understanding why one foot was soaked and sore. Then she looked down to discover one of her shoes was missing.
“I lost a shoe,” she cried into the phone.
“Marly, focus.” Adam spoke calmly, but she could hear Zac cursing in the background.
She moved slowly and unsteadily around the corner of the building to where the entrance to the club was. A large bouncer stared down at her impassively. As she tried to move past him, he stood in her way, frowning.
“I-I have to get inside, my friends are in there,” she tried to explain.
He just shook his head.
“The bouncer won’t let me in,” she cried down her phone. How would Adam find her now? And he had to find her; she was sick and cold and tired. She wanted a hug and her bed.
“Give him the phone, sweetheart,” Adam told her. “I want to talk to him.”
Marly handed the phone up to the bouncer. “My husband wants to speak to you.”
To the bouncer’s credit he just took the phone and listened.
“She’s at The Outrider, on Mangrove Street,” the bouncer said in his deep voice. “Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on her ‘til you get here.”
He closed the phone and looked down at Marly. “Sit,” he barked, his voice stern.
She sat.
When Zac’s large truck pulled up at the curb twenty minutes later, Marly was feeling totally miserable. Although she was under cover, she was soaking wet and shivering. She still felt sick and her head was pounding, the music coming from the club behind her making it worse. All she wanted was to get home, get dry, and go to bed and sleep for hours.
Zac jumped out of the cab of the truck, his cowboy hat lowered so she couldn’t see his face. Standing unsteadily, she threw herself at him, so grateful to see him she nearly started sobbing again.
“Hush, love,” he said, running his hand over her hair before he picked her up in his arms, easily carrying her to his truck.
“Thanks,
man,” she heard him say to the bouncer as he placed her in the passenger seat and quickly did up her seatbelt. Then he bolted around through the pouring rain and hopped into the driver’s side.
“Where’s Adam?” she asked after he’d started the truck and pulled out onto the road.
“At home getting you a bath ready.”
“Oh,” she said, still shivering despite the heater being on full blast.
“Damn it, Marly, what were you thinking?” Zac growled. “Do you know what time it is? It’s two in the morning. What were you doing drinking? You told us you wouldn’t drink. And then you left the club by yourself. Anything could have happened to you.” Zac blasted her, his voice hard and harsh. She winced, she’d hoped he’d wait until tomorrow to scold her, but she should have known better.
“I wasn’t thinking,” she said, feeling very sorry for herself.
“Damn right you weren’t thinking. Bet you’re regretting your disobedience now, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she muttered quietly, still feeling light headed with alcohol. Did her nose normally feel this numb?
“Urgh.” Reaching over with one arm, he dragged her closer across the long bench seat. “You know I’m only mad because you scared me, right? I thought something bad had happened to you, I was going out of my mind. But no matter how mad I am I still love you.”
She leaned into him, taking in his scent, secure in his love. “I know,” she said quietly.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to blister your butt in punishment,” he added.
She sighed, sitting up as he pulled his arm back to change down gears. They turned off the main road onto the gravel road leading to their ranch. Her hand went across her stomach as she began to feel sick once more.
“Zac,” she said in a strangled voice. He looked over at her. By that time she had her hand over her mouth.
“Damn, shit, hold on, sweetheart.”
As soon as he pulled over, she had the door open, her hands fumbling with the seatbelt before she pretty much fell out onto the ground. Gravel scraped her knees, but she was too caught up in her misery to worry about skinned knees as she heaved, throwing up until her stomach was empty.
Zac kneeled beside her the whole time, rubbing her back, his hand on her forehead.
“Ohh,” she groaned in misery, sitting back on her bottom.
“Crap, look at your knees,” he said.
Marly didn’t want to look down, didn’t want to see what was causing the stinging, fiery pain she could now feel.
“Come on, sweetie,” Zach said sympathetically, pulling her up in his arms. “Let’s get you home.”
When they finally got to the ranch, she was beyond miserable, shaky and in pain, she just wanted to crawl into a ball and die.
“Wait for me to come around and get you,” Zac ordered, running around to pick her up and carry her inside. The rain had finally stopped, but she was still shivering, her clothes damp.
“What happened to her knees?” Adam asked.
Marly opened her eyes to find Adam peering down, his eyes filled with concern.
“Had to stop so she could throw up. She pretty much fell out of the truck before I could get around to grab her.”
“Bloody hell,” Adam swore, surprising her. Adam wasn’t much of a swearer.
“I’m sorry, Adam,” she whimpered.
He looked at her calmly. “I bet you are. Come on, bath first then I’ll see to those knees. Then its bed for you, young lady.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Three
Marly woke with a raging headache, a sick tummy and the desperate urge to pee. Rolling carefully to her side, she moved slowly, knowing any quick movement was going make her head throb. But she didn’t get far, her wrist pulling her back as she went to sit up.
She looked at her wrist blurrily, surprised to see she was tied to the bed with a silken cord. God, she needed to pee. Carefully, she lay back down and wondered how the hell she was going to stop herself from wetting the bed.
As she clenched her legs together, she finally noticed the thick padding surrounding her bottom and nearly sighed in relief. She didn’t remember her men putting a diaper on her, but they obviously had.
Now that she knew she could go, though, her body was rebelling, not wanting to let go of its control. This happened sometimes when she was first placed in a diaper. Once she was in the little girl mindset she was fine, it was just that there were times when she found it harder to regress than others.
The ache in her bladder intensifying, she looked up in relief as Adam walked into the bedroom.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, not without sympathy.
“My head hurts, my stomach feels sick and I’ve really got to pee,” she told him urgently.
“Well, I guess you’ll want this then.” He shook a bottle. Liquid pain relief. Bless him. She went to grab the bottle and spoon, but he shook his head, looking down at her sternly. Her arm dropped and she opened her mouth obediently.
“Good girl,” he praised her. Warmth filled her body at his words.
Adam poured the liquid onto the spoon then placed it in her mouth. He handed her the other item he’d been carrying and she’d been ignoring. A baby bottle filled with water.
“Here, baby, I bet your head is throbbing. Water will help.” Adam held the bottle out, obviously expecting her to take it.
Marly pouted, she didn’t feel like being a baby girl today, she was grouchy and out of sorts and just wanted to laze about on the sofa, watch TV and feel sorry for herself.
Adam frowned down at her. “Marly, if I have to tell you again to take this then you’re going to get a spanking on top of the one you’ve already got coming.
Marly grabbed for the bottle with both hands, knowing the rules. She couldn’t hold the bottle with just one hand; she had to use both of her hands like a young child would.
While she was busy drinking the water, Adam pulled the covers off and with one hand, reached down between her leg and her diaper. His fingers roved around her private area, taking longer than necessary to ascertain what was rather obvious.
“Dry, huh?” he said, his eyebrow rising. “Well, I want all of that water to be gone by the time I get back,” he nodded at the bottle she was holding, “and I want to find a wet diaper, missy.”
He gave her diaper a little pat before exiting the room, leaving a frantically swallowing, worried Marly behind him.
When Adam returned, the bottle was empty and the medication was starting to work its magic on her headache, even her stomach felt a little better. However, the pressure on her bladder had intensified into pain. She just could not let go.
Adam felt around in her diaper once more, before giving her a stern look.
“Do you need some help, little girl?” She shook her head frantically, wincing at the pain that elicited. She hated being helped, usually that entailed getting tickled until she peed, and she detested being tickled. Adam ran his gaze over her.
“How do your knees feel?” Adam asked with concern.
“They’re okay.” They were feeling a lot better, the cream he’d put on last night had eased the sting.
“They’re okay, what?” he asked
“They’re okay, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised her. “I’ll check them later. And your head and tummy?”
“My head’s feeling better, Daddy, I still feel a little sick though.”
Adam ran his gaze over her. “Hmm, food will probably fix that.”
Her stomach roiled at the thought but she knew better than to argue.
Freeing her wrist, Adam picked her up and carried her into the kitchen. He sat her in her special high chair. It was made especially for her. It was high enough that she couldn’t touch the floor and the tray that clipped over couldn’t be opened by her, effectively trapping her.
Zac came through the door just as Adam was placing a bib around her. All she wore was a t-shirt, a diaper and a bri
ght pink bib, announcing she was Her Daddies girl.
“Ahh, there’s my naughty little girl.” Zac came over and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He reached under the tray and slipped two fingers into her diaper.
“Are you wet, baby girl?” he asked.
Adam turned from the stove. “No, she hasn’t wet her diaper yet, she’s got until the end of breakfast and then she’ll be getting some help,” he said ominously.
Zac stared down at her knowingly. “Bet you have to go really bad, don’t you, little girl? Don’t you want to be a good little girl for your Daddies? Daddy Zac knows you want so bad to wet your diaper, don’t you?”
Marly nodded, almost sobbing, she so wanted to please them, sometimes it was just so hard to let go.
Zac’s hand moved out of her diaper and he began rubbing her lower stomach, pressing hard against her bladder. “Just relax and let it go, sweetie, be a good girl now.”
Finally, his voice relaxing her, Marly found herself letting go and wetting her diaper.
“Good girl,” Zac praised her. “You’re our little baby and babies wet their diapers. That’s my good little girl.”
Marly smiled, squirming a little in embarrassment but happy she’d pleased them.
“Now, we’ll change that diaper after breakfast and give you the spanking you have coming to you,” Zac warned her.
“A spanking, Daddy Zac?” she asked, her lower lip trembling softly.
“Yes, sweetheart. You’ve been very naughty. You broke your rules last night and you knew if that happened that you would be punished. Daddy Adam and I have also decided that you’re going to spend the next two weeks of your holiday as a baby. We think you need some extra special time as our little girl and that you need the structure and boundaries that will give you. You were very naughty last night; we can’t have you disobeying us like that, Marly love.”
Two weeks, she thought. But that was her whole holiday. She liked being a baby girl, but she liked being an adult, too, especially when she was hoping to sneak her two men away for a naughty weekend.
She pouted. “Two weeks? That’s my punishment?” She was a little puzzled, being a baby girl wasn’t normally given or viewed as punishment.
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