4. Mel 1 Daddies 0

Mel woke up to a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, she was wide awake at once. A moment she had feared had come, she needed to go to the bathroom. Her captors had made it clear to her that she was to use that filthy thing that hung between her legs. As if, she thought to herself. She felt ashamed about yesterday, how she had fallen asleep being fed a bottle and cuddled by Luke. She wouldn't give in to them that easily, she will escape from here. Or die trying.

So there was no way in hell that she was about to relieve herself in the diaper, she wouldn't give them that satisfaction. What to do, what to do she pondered. The pain wasn't subsiding, rather it was now a pressing matter and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in that much longer. Maybe if she could climb out of the crib again..

She stood up, and tried to grab the railing. To her great dismay there was some sort of lid on top of the crib, making that escape route impossible. She cursed to herself, now she was really trapped.

Then she had an idea. As quietly as she could, while keeping an eye on the baby monitor, she unbuttoned her pj. She scowled at the garment underneath and quickly pulled the diaper down her legs. She then proceeded to throw the white thing out of the crib and felt great. Now to the part she wasn't as keen to do. But given the option to pee in a diaper and pee in the bed she chose the later. Anything to not give in to these psychopaths delusions.

She squatted and tried to relax, it was harder than she had thought. Her whole body was trying to hold it in, until she was at the toilet, but this wasn't an option as of now. How she wished it was. The urge to go became more urgent until her body couldn't hold it in anymore. At first it was a slow trinkle, but her body being pleased to finally let go quickly let out all her fluids. She sighed contently, the pain subsided and even though she was disgusted by this she felt gleeful. She was going to be punished for this, no doubt, but at least she had stood up against her captors.

When she felt done she realised that her plan hadn't been thought through. She was now trapped here and the smell of pee was anything but pleasant. She crawled as far away from the pee-soaked corner she could and tried to relax, the room was still dark and she had no idea what time it was. All she could do was to wait.

Luke woke up feeling gleeful. He knew his little baby was sound asleep in the next room, safe and secure. He got up and threw on some boxers, yes he was one of those people that preferred to sleep in the nude, deal with it. He then skipped happily to Mel's room.

As soon as he opened the door the pungent smell of pee hit his nostrils. Next he saw a discarded, clearly not used, diaper laying on the floor. He heard light snores coming from the crib and shook his head. Yes he knew that Mel would fight this, but now he had to punish her, which he wasn't in the mood to start his day with.

It was a big puddle in the cribs corner and he realised they would have to clean the entire bedding. He watched Mel for a moment, her pjs open and her mouth slightly agape. Even though he was disappointed in her, he couldn't help but awe. She was precious to him, in a way he couldn't explain nor comprehend.

He snapped the lid off the crib, and lowered the railing. Picking his girl up he walked over to the changing table. Mel slowly came to and looked around disoriented. When she felt cold wipes down there her eyes shot right up and made eye contact with hard black eyes.

"Someone has been a naughty girl, haven't they?"

He asked in a cold voice, the loving stare from yesterday was long gone. Mel knew that it wouldn't matter if she answered or not, he would punish her either way.

He picked her up and sat on a chair close by. She was positioned across his lap, her buttocks in the air on full display. She reached around and tried to cover her up with her hands. He took her hands in his and pinned them on the small of her back. Oh my god, I'm about to be spanked like some bratty child. Mel thought and she was feeling scared.

"Now papa doesn't want to punish you love, but what you did is absolutely not tolerated! We went over your rules yesterday and we expect you to follow them. I will spank you ten times, since it's your first time, but don't expect me to go this easy on you all the time."

While he made his speech he had started to rub her bum, bringing blood to the place that would make the spanking easier to take. He gritted his teeth and his hand came down on her bottom.

Mel gasped, she thought that he was the lenient one, but with the force he hit her she doubted anyone of them was lenient. She had promised herself that she would take the punishment silently, but on the fifth spank she felt as though her ass was on fire. Tears was threatening to spill over and she bit down hard to not cry out from pain.

He didn't say a word during the spanking, so she could only concentrate on his palm making contact with her sensitive skin. On the eight spank she couldn't help but cry out, it hurt too badly. He took no notice and gave her the final two swats as well. She was a bawling mess right now when she felt her being picked up and placed on a rug in the corner.

"Okay baby girl, fifteen minutes in timeout then your punishment is all done. If you move I will start the timer over again. I want you to reflect what you did wrong and think about it."

She shifted uncomfortably, it was hurting to sit down, but she didn't dare to move if he would hurt her more. The minutes passed awfully slow and her tears dried out. She wasn't feeling remorse however, she was just more infuriated.

She heard a timer go off and Luke cleared his throat.

"Time's up baby, come to papa."

She turned around and he was sitting in that awful chair again, she saw that her bedding had been stripped and was probably heading to the laundromat. She stood up shaking, a broken hiccup escaped her throat and she made her way to him hesitantly.

Once there he scooped her up, positioned her so no pressure was in her sore bum. He held her close and murmured in her ear.

"Such a good girl, you took your punishment like a pro! Papa is sooo proud of you. You know papa doesn't want to hurt you, but little girls must be corrected when they make a wrong."

She couldn't help herself, tears was falling freely from her face again. Why was her emotions so out of control! She sobbed into his shoulder and he just let her cry it all out and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Eventually her tears ended, and he gently pulled her from him so she could see his face. He actually looked sad, but his eyes had that warm glow again.

"Do you understand why papa had to spank you little one?"

Mel squirmed under his gaze, she wasn't too keen to answer him really.

"Melissa, answer me please."

Oh shit he used her full name. She wasn't in the mood to get another spanking, so she nodded her head.

"Use your words sweetie."

They were never satisfied were they?

"Yes.."

"And why did papa spank you?"

He saw the inner battle she had with herself, but to get her to start thinking of herself as a little she needed this. She needed to accept that she was now fully dependant on her daddies.

"Because I peed in the bed.."

"And?" He pressed, she was close to the breaking point now, but this was crucial.

"And because I took off the diaper.."

Mel said in a low voice, not feeling happy with herself. She comforted herself that at least she hadn't peed in the diaper, it was always a win.

"That's right honey bunch, but it's all forgiven now! Papa loves you so much, never forget that!"

He squished her close again and was reluctant to let go.

Mel was sitting in the damn high chair once again and was for the first time thankful for the padding the diaper gave. Her bum was sore even though Luke had spread on some cooling cream when he changed her. She was starring at her hands which was covered in pink mittens. It was also a part of the punishment, if they couldn't trust her to keep her clothes on they had to make sure she didn't take them off.

She tried flexing her fingers, but the fabric didn't allow any movements. Which caused her hands to be utterly useless, she couldn't pick up anything up or hold it. She scowled angrily at them, stupid mittens!

"Yes I know you don't like them sugar, but the mittens stay on."

Damian spoke, he of course had heard about the morning events and had just tutted at her.

"Let's get some breakfast in your little tumtum instead, how about that?"

She looked at him and held up her hands in hope. Maybe the mittens would come off, even for just a little while.

"No worries sweetheart, daddy will feed you!"

He seemed awfully cheery about that idea and Mel didn't like it at all. She crossed her arms and huffed. Which only caused him to chuckle at her.

A spoon of what seemed to be porridge was infront of her mouth, but she wasn't about to open up. She turned her head the best she could and kept on sulking. Suddenly she felt hands on her side and she gasped. The moment her mouth opened he pushed in the spoon. She swallowed and glared at him.

"Oh I know, I'm the worst daddy in the whole world that wants my beautiful girl to eat."

He said in a dramatic way. A new spoonful was presented infront her and the procedure was repeated. A sippy full of milk stood on the tray and she needed to drink badly. She looked at it meaningfully and hoped he would understand.

"You want to drink baby? Go ahead, can you do it yourself?"

She looked at him dumbly and held up her hands. Had he forgotten about the mittens already?

"Use both hands darling."

She groaned. Use both hands and look like the baby I'm trying to make you to be. She thought bitterly. She looked at him sadly.

"Oh you want daddy's help? Of course I'll help you."

She rolled her eyes, she just couldn't catch a break could she? He held up the cup to her lips and she drank greedily.

After breakfast she was placed in a playpen with the instructions that she could play. It was a variation of toys, all designed for babies or toddlers. She had no interest in them whatsoever so she sat in a corner and sulked.

She needed to find a way out of here. But it seemed impossible with her 'daddies' watching over her like hawks. She needed to get them to trust her and sadly for her, it meant that she would have to play her part in their fucked up world. How much she hated the idea it seemed to be her best shot..