Emily's Punishment: Part Two

Chapter Fourteen - Every Little Thing

Chapter Fourteen – Every Little Thing

Emily turned her head frantically, scanning the car park, desperately praying that no one would see her as she stood naked and diapered.

"It's okay," Alex said soothingly, holding her steady and preventing her from stumbling after the sudden tug from the back of the car. "There's nobody around."

Realising he was probably right, Emily relaxed a little in his arms, allowing him to support her weight as she leaned into him. She glanced over to the row of street lights marking the road on the far side of the car park, and then looked towards the station.

"See," he said, relaxing his grip. "Nobody."

As her anxiety eased, she suddenly became aware of the cold tarmac beneath her bare feet. A chilly gust of wind swept across the empty carpark, sending an involuntary shudder down her spine.

"I'm cold," she mumbled.

"I bet you are!" he replied, glancing down at the onesie behind her. "So, the quicker you stop making a fuss and let me dress you, the quicker you'll be in the car and warm."

He gently released her and tried to step around to grab the onesie from the back of the car, but Emily clung tightly to him, overwhelmed by a sudden, unbearable sense of vulnerability, feeling exposed to the world as he moved away.

"Emily!" he said, shaking her off. "I can't dress you if you keep grabbing at me like that."

She took a step back and instinctively folded her arms across her chest, covering herself as she once again frantically scanned the car park for any signs of movement.

"You know, if you keep fussing about like that, you'll draw attention to yourself" he teased, as he bent over and began rummaging through one of the bags in the back of the car.

"Hurry up!" she snapped back at him through gritted teeth.

"Temper," he said in a warning tone, as he deliberately took his time.

"It's right there in front of you!" she snapped again, turning towards the car.

He stopped and turned his head to look back at her. Emily gulped, suddenly feeling as though she may have just crossed a line.

"You want me to spank you right here in the car park?" he asked, staring at her with a serious look in his eye.

She shuffled her feet and looked down at the ground.

"Well?" he asked, pressing her for a response. "Do you? Do you enjoy being in this carpark so much that you want to stay a little longer, while I spank you?"

She begrudgingly shook her head.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," he said.

"No," she mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"No? Then stop being a bossyboots and wait patiently. I won't have you snapping at me."

"Sorry," she muttered in a sulky tone.

"Right," he said as he turned back to the bag, "I think there's a warmer one in here somewhere."