My daddy denied it. “Those too,” he said.
I swallowed hard and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down. Since my parole, Jax hadn’t shared me with other daddies. I couldn’t deny that one of the things that might have made me overspend was the thought of Rudy and Mateo, but now I could hardly believe I’d had that terribly naughty thought.
I stood naked before the three men, my body flushing under their intense scrutiny. Only my collar remained, the leather warm against my throat. I shaved my pussy for my daddy everyweek, so I was just as bare down there as the last time the three of them had disciplined and used me.
“What happens to bad girls who deliberately disobey their daddies?” Jax asked, his voice deceptively calm.
“They get punished, Daddy,” I whispered, my pulse quickening.
“That’s right.” Jax nodded to Rudy. “I think our Little Lulu needs a reminder of what happens when she acts like a baby who can’t control her spending. You’ll find her diapers in the top drawer of the console over there.”
“Daddy! No!” I said, my heart racing. Jax hadn’t put me in diapers since we’d moved here, and I hadn’t even known he had brought them. “Please? Not diapers?”
“Yes, diapers,” Jax confirmed, his eyes never leaving mine. “Bad girls who can’t handle grown-up responsibilities like credit cards get treated like the babies they are.”
Rudy approached with the diaper unfolded in his hands. “Lie down,” he instructed, gesturing to the leather-topped coffee table.
I hesitated, my eyes darting to Jax, silently pleading. His expression remained implacable.
“Now, Little Lulu,” he said, “or it gets worse.”
With burning cheeks, I lowered myself to the tabletop, lying flat on my back. Rudy bent over me, lifting my hips to slide the diaper underneath. The thick material felt humiliatingly familiar against my skin as he pulled it up between my legs.
“Spread wider,” he instructed, tapping my inner thighs.
I complied, my face aflame as he efficiently fastened the Velcro at my hips, securing the thick diaper in place. When he was done, he helped me to my feet, where I stood with the bulky padding between my legs, forcing me to stand with them slightly apart.
“Perfect,” my daddy said, his eyes traveling over my body—naked except for my collar and the infantile diaper. “Now, I think it’s time you showed your daddies how sorry you are.”
He sat on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here and suck your daddies’ cocks. Show us how a diaper girl apologizes.”
I waddled forward, the thick material between my legs making my movements awkward and childish. The humiliation was overwhelming, yet I couldn’t deny the wetness gathering between my legs. I knelt between my daddy’s spread thighs, my eyes respectfully downcast as he unfastened his belt and pants, freeing his massive cock. It sprang up, already hard and eager, the sight of it making my mouth water despite my mortification.
I leaned forward, taking him between my lips, the familiar taste and weight of him on my tongue sending a rush of arousal through my body. My daddy’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I bobbed up and down on his shaft.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice deepening with pleasure. “Show Daddy how sorry you are.”
I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat to take more of him. The diaper’s thickness pressed itself into my consciousness with every movement, the reminder of my regression to baby status.
“My turn,” Rudy said after several minutes. He had already freed his cock, thick and veined, to stand proudly from his open pants.
Jax guided me off his lap and toward Rudy, who had taken a seat in the armchair. I crawled awkwardly to him, the diaper hampering my movements, making me feel every bit the chastised child I was being treated as.
I took Rudy’s cock between my lips, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. His hands gripped my head more roughly than Jax’s had, controlling my pace with firm pressure.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this mouth,” he growled, thrusting upward to meet my downward movements.
My jaw ached as I serviced him, tears gathering in my eyes from the effort of taking him so deeply. All the while, the diaper rubbed against my sensitive flesh, creating a maddening friction that only heightened my arousal.
When it was Mateo’s turn, I felt my bladder twinge uncomfortably. I’d been so nervous waiting for Jax to come home that I’d drunk too much water, and now the pressure was becoming urgent.
“Daddy,” I whispered as Mateo positioned himself on the couch, his long cock in hand. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Jax’s smile was stern and knowing. “Bad girls who wear diapers use them, Little Lulu. That’s what they’re for.”
“But Daddy?—”
“Suck Daddy Mateo’s cock,” Jax interrupted, his voice hardening with command. “Now.”
