Emily's Punishment: Part Two

Chapter Twenty - Deja Vu

Chapter Twenty – Deja Vu

The floorboards creaked as Alex led the way down the dim hallway towards the back of the cottage. They passed two bedrooms, and as they approached the bathroom, Emily stopped in her tracks.

"Uhh, can I quickly use the—"

"Absolutely not," Alex interrupted bluntly.

"I'll be quick, I just really need to—"

"I said no," he snapped, grabbing her hand and pulling her onward.

"But, but..."

"Don't start being a brat, Emily," he said, turning to look her in the eye.

"But I need to go!" she whined through gritted teeth, bouncing on the spot to exaggerate her desperation.

Alex stared at her with a blank expression for a moment before rolling his eyes and giving her hand a gentle tug to get her moving again.

"Honestly, Emily. I don't understand you sometimes," he said as they reached the door at the end of the hallway. "You know full well what I'm going to say, but you ask me anyway."

"No, but I really have to go!"

"So what?" he nonchalantly replied. "You're wearing a nappy."

"Yes, but if you're about to change me, don't you think I should be allowed to go for a wee first?"

Alex laughed and shook his head. "Emily," he said, raising his eyebrows in a condescending manner. "What does that sign say? Right there on the door—what does it say? Read it."

Emily looked up at the closed door, her jaw jutting in frustration as she scanned the sign—the very sign that had given her butterflies the first time she had seen it, three years ago. And now, those same butterflies fluttered in her tummy once more.

"I see it," she mumbled.

"I said read it," he replied sternly. "Read it aloud, so I can hear you."

Emily hesitated, frowning at the sign with a disgruntled expression.

"Come on, Emily, what does it say?" he asked mockingly.

"Baby Room," she replied with frustrated huff as she read out the bold, colourful letters emblazoned on the door.

"Baby room, that's right," he said. "And you are the baby."

Emily snorted indignantly.

"Do babies use the bathroom?" he asked.

"I'm not a baby. I just think you should let me—"

"No, they don't," he continued, cutting her off. "And they don't ask to use the bathroom either."

Emily glared at him and wrinkled her nose as she waited for him to finish speaking.

"No," he continued, "just like you, when they need a wee, they use their nappies, because they don't know any better. They don't concern themselves with bathrooms, or even being changed. They wait for somebody else to do it for them, because they can't do anything for themselves. They can't even think for themselves, in fact. And while we are here at this cottage, you, Emily, will be my baby. Understood?"

Emily frowned to try to mask the fluttering excitement in her heart. She felt a throbbing pressure on her bladder and glanced back towards the bathroom, her frown shifting to an anxious expression.

"Well? Do you understand?" he asked again.

"But you'll have to change me again really soon," she pleaded.