Guest Caption! Sophie & bbykimmy

"I don't care that we're outside, Princess," his stern voice sent a shiver down my spine.  "Pull your dress up and your tights down, it's time for a check."

It was his right as Daddy to demand a check anywhere, anytime - it was part of the rules, rules I had agreed to.  But it wasn't supposed to happen during a walk in the park!

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"Daddy," I muttered quietly, looking around nervously and pulling my arms across my chest.  He couldn't be serious!  Sure, there were a lot of trees, but this was a public park!  I shuffled from foot to foot, crinkling with each motion. "I don't wanna..."

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"Oh, you don't wanna?" Daddy's voice took that stern edge, the one that made my stomach flop inside me.  "You're trying my patience today, doll.  Didn't I buy you ice cream after lunch?  Maybe we should find a bench and I'll pull those tights down after I turn you over my knee."

He reached for my wrist, his hand - the one that dwarfed mine when we held them - drawing closer.  He was so fast...

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A spanking?  Here?  I shook my head shyly and looked down at my feet just as Daddy grabbed my wrist. "I... I'm sorry, Daddy.  I'll be good." Would an apology be enough?  Would he still pull me over his lap?  But as I wondered, his fingers released my wrist.  I looked up at him and he urged me onward with the wave of his hand.

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I couldn't see Daddy as I turned around, my heart pounding as I lifted my soft pink dress up around my hips.  I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the tights, hearing the rustle of the diaper.  It wasn't fair!  It had been such a small accident this morning, a slightly damp pull-up, but he was apparently in the mood to stick very closely to the rules.

I hesitated as my breath came in short, sharp gasps.  I looked left and right to make sure no one was coming...

"Little Girl, stop stalling."  Daddy's voice was so deep, so powerful.  I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end.  "Did you mess yourself already?  Is that why you don't want me to see?"

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I puffed out my cheeks in defiance and tugged down the seat of my tights, flashing the pristine white diaper to the entire park.  Then I felt his rough hand slide along my bare thigh.  A finger pushed into the legband of the diaper.  "Dry... for now," he said to me. "Let's get going - we have a lot more to do today." "Yes Daddy," I muttered, and pulled up my tights.