You feel your face burning as they both look at you expectantly. “N-nuh uh, Daddy, not adult,” you whisper, knowing not to disobey Daddy in front of company.

“Good girl,” Daddy coos, giving your diaper a playful slap.

“She’s adorable! So well behaved, too!” she says, her voice thick with derision.

“Thank you! She’s Daddy’s special girl!”

Her face suddenly lights up. “No way, is she actually peeing herself?!?” she screams excitedly.

Daddy looks over at you. You look back at them, confused. You’re not peeing, that much you know. You would know if you were.

“Oh my god, she is!” she screams, “look at her diaper! You can see her tinkles spreading! I can’t believe it!”

You grab your diaper, still positive she’s making it up. Until you feel your diaper. It’s warm. Your eyes are wide in terror.

Before you can do anything her hand is reaching down at your diaper, grabbing it as your pee continues to flow. “It’s so warm and thick! You’re actually peeing yourself in front of us like a baby!”

Daddy looks at you, his face both confused and excited. “Did you know you were peeing yourself, Princess?”

“I-I-I…,” your eyes fill with tears, “D-daddy!!!”

“Oh, come here, silly,” Daddy says, wrapping you in his arms, “looks like you’re finally unpotty trained! You should be excited!”

Becoming unpotty trained had been your goal when you started wearing diapers. But that was before you truly understood the reality of life as Daddy’s diaper girl.

All you wanted was to wear diapers. Maybe have Daddy tease you here and there for them. Just basic, casual fun.

Like all diaper girls, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. It’s adorably naïve.

You actually believed you could wear diapers 24/7, having Daddy care for you, check and change your diapers and still be treated like an adult. It’s absurd.

If you wear diapers like a baby, squat down and fill your diapers with stinkies like a baby, and rely on your caregiver to change your diapers like a baby—surely you cannot expect to be treated anything but a baby.

“Wait!” she screams, “she’s unpotty trained?! Like she’s been wearing diapers so long she actually needs them? That’s so pathetic!”

It’s too much for you. You won’t let some girl younger than you tease you.

“I’m not a baby, you bitch!” you scream, stomping your feet.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you said it. Daddy looked at you as if you just slapped him. Thick, heavy silence hung in the room as they both stared at you.

“I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean it, D-daddy,” you sob.

More silence.

Daddy looks over at her. “I’m sorry, Claire. She knows better than to act like a little brat.”

“It’s okay, poor thing probably couldn’t help it!”

“It’s not okay, is it, kiddo?” Daddy asks you sternly.

“N-no D-daddy, I n-not allowed to u-use n-naughty words anymore…”

“That’s right! And what happens when you do?”

“I h-have to l-lay over y-your lap…”

“Good girl. Do you have anything to say to Claire first?”

You look over to Claire, forcing yourself to ignore the smirk on her face. “I-I’m s-sorry for calling you a naughty word, C-claire,” you say sheepishly.

“It’s okay, little one. I know you didn’t mean it!”

Daddy reaches out his hand for you. You reluctantly grab it and follow him to your crib. Daddy puts the bars down and sits on the edge. He looks at you expectantly.

You hesitate, not wanting Claire to watch Daddy spank you. You couldn’t bear the thought of her watching you get spanked like some naughty toddler.

“B-but…Daddy…,” you mutter, looking at Claire.

Daddy only smiles. “Claire stays, babygirl. If you didn’t want her to see you get punished, you shouldn’t have been naughty. Lay down. Now.”

As you move toward Daddy, he suddenly stands up. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that you’re unpotty trained, I can’t risk you tinkling on me!”

Daddy heads to the closet, bringing a package of puppy pads out. He opens it, unfolding one and placing it on his lap.

Claire loses it, giggling uncontrollably. “A puppy pad?!? Stop, that’s so embarrassing, even for a diaper girl! But I guess it’s necessary if she can’t hold her tinkles!”

Red-faced, you stand in front of Daddy as he rips the tabs off your diaper. The cold air forces you to shiver as your diaper is removed. He balls it up and hands it to you to hold.

“On my lap, babygirl,” he says sternly.

You lay down on Daddy’s lap—and the puppy pad—more humiliated than you’ve ever been in your life. You hold on to the diaper in your hand, doing your best to cover it up.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Claire’s laughter fills the room as Daddy’s spanking pauses. Tears pour down your face as you realize how infantile and pathetic you must look to Claire.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

More laughing. You look around your nursery. The monument to your place in life. You see all the horrifically infantile designs, the pastel colors, the supplies to keep you pathetically pampered.

You take it in. Everything in the room made you so beautifully squirmy when they were added. It’s was all so hot. But as you look at it—through Claire’s eyes—you realize how far you’ve fallen.

She doesn’t see you as an adult. She sees you as a toddler. You’re not a threat to her. You’re a cute sideshow. She’s going to sleep with Daddy tonight, not you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

All the cute baby-patterned diapers and accessories that you loved so much stare back at you, each with a life of its own. They mock you, gloating that they trapped you in their world.

They know what you are. A helpless, diaper-dependent baby. They know this isn’t an adults room—it’s yours.

The only sex that would ever happen in this room is between Daddy and any woman he brings in here. A woman getting off knowing what you are. Proving she’s better than you.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By now your butt is on fire. Your whimpers fueling Claire’s laughter. She can’t get enough of this pathetic display.

Daddy’s hand strokes your hair before turning your face to look at him. You look at him through your tears.

“I-I ‘m sorry, Daddy!” you plead, “I w-won’t use naughty words again, I promise!”

“I know you won’t, babygirl. Let’s get you in another diaper.”

You timidly stand up, hiding from Claire’s smirking. You preemptively head for the changing table.

“HAHAHHA no way!” Claire goads, “did she really pee on the puppy pad?”

Horrified, you look back. Daddy holds up the pad clearly wet with pee. You cover your face, too ashamed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“Let’s get you in a new diaper before you leak all over the floor, Princess.”

You obediently lay on the changing table, still covering your face.

“Can she wear this diaper?” Claire says, holding up your thick night time diaper.

“That’s what I was going to put her in! Gotta get this lil stinker in her night time diaper before bed!”

Claire watches—on comments—on the entire diaper change. You whimper through the whole thing. Halfway through, Daddy gave you your paci, which you happily accepted.

Once your diaper was taped on, Daddy helped you off the table, leading you to your toddler chair and table.

He sits you down, bringing you paper and a box of crayons.

“I want you to write an apology letter to Claire while we go have some fun. And it better be good.”

“B-but,” you beg, “I need a pen!”

“A pen?” Daddy scoffs, “you have crayons here! Diaper girls don’t need pens! Diaper girls use crayons, silly!”

With that, they head out. Your stomach sinks watching Claire all over Daddy.

You get to work, writing your apology letter to the woman who took your man. As you write, you hear them in the next room over. You try to ignore the moaning as you write.