Daddy & Baby (Redraft)

Girls Night Out

The bar was loud. A newly formed band nervously snag to the patrons at the bar. Kevin Hold and Ben Omar busily mixed drinks left and right while Amber, Heath, Sadie, and Lacy hurried from table to table taking and returning with orders.
Amanda Belshultz a petite 18-year-old with shoulder-length curly red hair and soft brown eyes and pale skin speckled with freckles sat at the bar with her three co-workers.

It had been a long week and she needed to drink and vent.
"I mean like, who died and made him God?" she slurred "Who?" Kevin asked as he refilled her rum and coke "Our-our boss. He's just so....Bossy and demanding like he thinks just" she hiccuped and few times and then continued "just because he has a dick that I should like...I don't know, submit to him? But like" she raised her voice and continued "I have a vagina, that don't mean shit!" she shouted and people turned and stared at her. some laughed "Amanda, shhh babydoll. I think you should call a cab after this drink." He chuckled and moved on to the next customer.
She didn't take his advice. Instead, she turned to Savanna and Timothy, two of the co-workers she had met here an continued her rant. "Like Beaulah Grover thinks just because she's the VP's secretary that we should all 'respect' and obey her! No way would  I ever do anything that whore told me to. She might be on the VP's good side but I'd be willing to bet my check that she sucked her way to the top!" 
Three hours later and Amanda was ready to call it a day. She paid her tab and went outside. Drinking always made her too hot. Since it was a cold and rainy night she decided not to get an Uber but to walk the twelve blocks home.

She woke up and blinked sleepily. She was in a room painted a light shade of pink with a slightly darker shade of roses stamped all over the walls. She was in a crib. A huge crib made for adults. She was wearing a onesie and a diaper. She tried to climb out of the crib but it was locked. 
"The fuck is this?" she exclaimed. She looked around the room. There was a huge stack of stuffed toys, a white toybox that had "Princess" stenciled in pink on the front. There was a white and gold dress, nightstand and changing table set and a door she assumed was a closet.
In the distance, she heard soft footfalls. The bedroom door swung open and in walked Kevin. His golden hair in a stylish mess flopping around his face "Good morning darling." She had never noticed how deep and sexy his voice was before. Or even the slight English accent. She had been going to Henry's Special Sauce for drinks for the past six months and never noticed. Probably because it was usually too loud. "Did my baby girl sleep well?" He asked as he slowly unlocked the crib "Weirdo." she grumbled and he smirked, "Come on, let's get you out and into a fresh diaper huh?" He reached in and easily lifted her out of the crib and carried her to the changing table "The hell? Freak! I'm not wearing this!" She shouted and started struggling to get down "Now, now little girl!" he chided and pinned her down, his lime-green eyes were full of compassion. "I. Want. Down." she spoke each word firmly. He grinned and chuckled "Not until you have a fresh diaper on, sweetie." He quickly adjusted so she was pinned down with one hand while he pulled a rope out and bound her hands above her head. "No Kevin! Stop!" she screamed and kicked "Kid, this is going to happen with or without your cooperation. Better be a good girl and it won't take as long." he suggested as he continued to pull things out from a shelf. "Kevin I'm not a baby!"  She screamed and growled and kicked her feet. "Well, we'll just have to work on that. Won't we Princess?" He cooed and then reached between her legs to unsnap the onesie "oh you didn't just put your hand there!" she gasped angrily "you are my Princess, My baby girl. My Little. I will put my hands anywhere on you that I want, kid." he gave her a dark chuckle and then unfastened her diaper. Even though it was dry, he swapped it out for a fresh one. Once that was done and he refastened her onesie, he slipped some white tights with pink hearts on her and then a pink and white tutu and some pink babydoll shoes with ruffles. When he was done he untied her hands and carried her downstairs and into the kitchen.
Amanda looked around. The house was massive with vaulted ceilings and windows everywhere you looked allowing natural light to spill in all over and providing amazing views of nature and ma massive lake. "Where are we?" she breathed "My family vacation home." He answered with a slight shrug "You must come from money." she chuckled "Yeah. I was only working the bar as a sort of hobby until I could find my Little." he explained and walked over to a high chair that he slipped her in and fastened behind her so she couldn't climb out."About that. What the heck is a Little and what does it have to do with me?" she asked with annoyance "Hm. Do you know anything about BDSM?"  He asked and she gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth and with wide eyes replied "That's that sex thing that involves whips and hot wax, right?" she asked and he laughed "It can. But neither of those things will come into play here. You and I will have more of a father and daughter relationship. The daughter being the Little. You will act like a child an come to me for all of your needs. You will use diapers and will be expected to soil them and not use the potty. You will always refer to me as "Daddy" and obey as you would your father. You will call my brothers and sisters your aunts and uncles and my parents Grandpa and Grandma. You will dress and play the part of my little girl at all times. When your princess parts get warm and tingly, you let me know and I will take care of it for you." He went over all of this and more explaining rules and terms and punishments and so forth all very casually while he whipped up some scrambled eggs and fruit. He put them on a plate and brought it along with a sippy cup o orange juice over to her.
She chuckled. Today she would play along Tomorrow she would unleash hell.