I wanted to die right there, standing in my pink dress and Mary Janes while these powerful criminals looked me over like merchandise. The diaper crinkled as I moved forward to take Jax’s outstretched hand, and I saw Oscar’s lips twitch in amusement.
“Charming,” Viktor commented, his Russian accent adding a sinister edge to the word. “She seems… young.”
“That’s the point,” Jax replied, guiding me to sit in the chair beside him. I noticed with burning humiliation that my place setting included a plastic cup with a lid and straw. “Isn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, keeping my eyes downcast as Rudy began serving the first course.
The meal progressed with excruciating slowness. I picked at my food, too tense to eat much, while the men discussed business as if I weren’t there. At first, their conversation seemed mundane—market trends, shipping routes, profit margins. Despite my fear and embarrassment, I found myself listening more attentively as they delved deeper into their operations.
“The problem,” Jax said, swirling his wine thoughtfully, “is inefficiency. Too many independent operators cutting product, undercutting prices, starting territorial disputes. It’s bad for business.”
“It’s always been this way,” Oscar countered, gesturing dismissively. “Chaos is part of the game.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Jax explained, leaning forward slightly. “What we need is organization. Structure. Think about it—if we operated more like a legitimate business, with clearly defined territories and profit-sharing agreements, everyone would make more money with less violence.”
Viktor shook his head, his steel-gray hair catching the candlelight. “That would never work unless we could eliminate half the distributors and get buy-in from the rest. Too many freelancers, too many cowboys who think they can make it on their own.”
“I agree completely,” Jax said, nodding as he sipped his wine. “What we need is a conference. The three of us and all the distributors in one room, laying down the new rules, and taking out the freelancers and the cowboys.”
A chill ran through me as I realized what they were discussing so casually over dinner. These men were talking about eliminating people—actual human beings—as if discussing how to trim a hedge. I gripped my plastic cup tighter, trying to keep my expression neutral while my mind raced.
Oscar raised an eyebrow, setting down his fork. “You really think the distributors would show up for something so clearly dangerous? They’d smell a trap immediately.”
Jax smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist. “They’ll show up if they think something hot and kinky is going on.” His hand suddenly dropped to my knee under the table, squeezing it meaningfully as he looked at me. “Something they wouldn’t want to miss.”
I swallowed hard as I realized all three men were now looking at me with a new kind of interest. My skin crawled beneath their appraising gazes.
“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Viktor asked, his pale eyes lingering on my childish outfit.
Jax’s hand slid higher up my thigh, the possessive touch making me tremble. “I think a little demonstration might be in order. Stand up, Little Lulu.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I slowly rose to my feet, the diaper crinkling loudly in the sudden silence. Jax pushed back from the table, creating a space between himself and the dining table.
“Come here,” he commanded, patting his knee. “I think Oscar and Viktor would enjoy seeing what a good little girl you can be.”
With trembling legs, I moved to stand beside him. His hand caught my wrist, and before I could react, he pulled me across his lap. I felt the cool air on the backs of my thighs as he flipped up the back of my pink dress, exposing my diapered bottom to the room.
“As you can see, gentlemen,” Jax explained conversationally, as if displaying a prized possession, “I keep my little girl properly diapered when she’s not being used.” His hand rubbed over the plastic pants, the sound of the crinkling filling the room. “But when it’s time for her to serve, I have easy access.”
With that, he pulled down the back of my diaper and plastic pants just enough to expose my bare bottom to his business associates. I gasped, burying my face in my hands as I felt the cool air on my exposed skin.
“Beautiful,” Oscar murmured appreciatively. “And so well disciplined already.”
“Not quite,” Jax corrected, his hand rubbing the curve of my bottom. “She still needs regular correction. Don’t you, Little Lulu?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice muffled by my hands and trembling with humiliation.
“I think a little demonstration is in order,” Jax announced. “My Little Lulu was very naughty yesterday.”
Without warning, his hand came down hard on my exposed bottom. I yelped, the sharp sting making me jerk across his lap.
“You see,” Jax continued, as if giving a business presentation while he spanked me, “I’ve developed some expertise over the years in identifying young women who need the sort of correction men like us can supply. Girls like my Little Lulu here, who’ve gone astray and need firm guidance to find their true nature.”
His hand cracked down again, making me whimper. I could feel the heat building in my bottom as he continued to spank me in front of his criminal associates. The worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the way my body was responding, growing wet between my legs despite my mental protests.
Suddenly, Jax lifted me from his lap. “I think our guests deserve a better look at what we’re discussing,” he said, his voice casual as if discussing a business proposal rather than my body.
Before I could process what was happening, I found myself being placed on the dining table, the fine china hastily moved asideby Rudy. Jax positioned me on my hands and knees among the three men, my body trembling with fear and unwanted arousal.
