My Secret Life in Paris. Lucy Salisbury
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having my bottom flicked as, naked and dripping, I ran a gauntlet of laughing girls, the wet ends of the towels cracking against my bare flesh, with Juliette Fisher at the far end to catch me and hold me while the others took turns to enjoy a little target practice. Unfortunately Adrienne didn’t seem to be very good at it, for she folded the towel along its length instead of twisting it from corner to corner, and it was still dry.
‘You have to wet it first, Adrienne, or at least the tip, then you hold it up and spin it to make it work like a whip.’
‘Whatever are you talking about?’
‘How to use the towel to whip me.’
‘I said I was going to punish you, Lucy, not whip you. My whip is in my apartment, for one thing, and there’s not a great deal of point in spanking you, is there? You like it too much.’
‘Oh … please, Adrienne? It still hurts, and you can use my hairbrush if you like, or I’ll teach you how to use a wet towel.’
‘You’re a disgrace, Lucy. Now kneel up on the bed. That’s right, knees apart, and keep your skirt up.’
I obeyed, puzzled, as she cocked one leg up on the bed beside me in order to thread the towel between my thighs and pull it up, covering my back and front with the thick, soft material. As she began to tie the corners together at my hips I realised what she was doing.
‘Adrienne! No, you can’t put me in nappies, no …’
‘I rather think I just have, and why not? It suits you to be made a big baby, especially with your nappy on under your business suit.’
My answer was a sulky, choking sob, because that was all I could manage for the thought of what she was doing to me, and she was right. It did suit me, because it was hard to imagine anything more shameful than a fully grown woman being made to wear a nappy, unless perhaps it was wearing a nappy underneath a smart business suit. I let her do it though, my head full of consternation as she tied the corners of the towel at my hips to leave my bottom and belly encased in thick white towelling with a knot sticking out at either side. She then stood back.
‘Very pretty. Now pull your knickers up over the towelling.’
I obeyed, looking daggers at her as I wriggled my panties back up over my nappy-clad bottom until they were stretched taut, the towelling bulging out from the leg-holes and the twin knots hanging out at my hips. Adrienne gave her light, cruel chuckle.
‘Go and look at yourself in the mirror, Lucy.’
My wardrobe door was a full-length mirror, and I only had to shuffle a little way up the bed to see my reflection: my upper body fully dressed, as neat and correct as could possibly have been asked, in appalling contrast to the huge, fluffy nappy bulging my expensive black lace panties. I looked both ridiculous and grossly indecent, a girl done up as a painfully humiliating punishment or for perverted sex, maybe both. Adrienne gave me a moment to reflect on the state I was in, then spoke again.
‘I thought that might get to you, Lucy. Now pull your skirt down.’
I tried, but it wouldn’t go, leaving a good deal of my nappy showing both back and front, while I had to pull the knots up over the waistband on either side. By then Adrienne was laughing openly, and I had to admit that if it had been another girl in nappies rather than me I’d have done the same. As it was I was left choking with shame and unable to pull my gaze away from the mirror as Adrienne continued to give her instructions.
‘That’s right, very good, Lucy. Now turn your back to me and stick your bottom out. Superb, truly comic! Now to the mirror … yes, that’s right, darling, what a sight you are! Now face me and pull up the front of your skirt. Yes, just like that, and hold still, with that priceless expression on your face.’
She’d pulled out her phone and I realised she was going to take a picture, at which I rebelled.
‘No, Adrienne, seriously, no pictures! Do anything you like with me, but no pictures.’
To my vast relief she gave a solemn nod and put the phone away.
‘Fair enough. I was going to print one out and have it framed for you, as a reminder of your punishment, but perhaps it would be a little too risky. So then, what shall I do with you?’
‘You … you could, maybe, spank me in my nappy and make me kneel for you, still like this. I feel so ashamed of myself, Adrienne, just to be like this, and to be spanked –’
‘Would be appropriate, but perhaps rather too much fun for you, and besides, I’d have to pull your nappy down to get at your bottom and that would spoil the effect, or …’
She trailed off, her grin pure cruelty as she approached the bed once more, snapping out an order.
‘On your back, Lucy, it’s time you were changed, and time you were spanked.’
I lay down, shaking violently at the appalling humiliation of what was being done to me as my skirt was tugged up once more and my legs lifted to put me into the nappy-changing position. More than one person has spanked me that way, and it has to be about the most shameful, exposed position there is, with the unfortunate girl’s legs rolled high to show off every detail of her cunt and well-spread bottom cheeks – but I’d never had it done to me while I was actually in a nappy.
Adrienne was as cool as ever, casually pulling my panties up my legs and twisting them in her fist at the level of my ankles to hold me in position while she pulled open the knots at my hips. With my nappy loose she tugged the front out from under the waistband of my skirt and turned it down on the bed, to leave me bare once more. I had everything showing, every little tuck and fold of my pussy, every tiny wrinkle of my bottom hole, blatantly displayed, and yet with the towelling still against my skin I couldn’t forget that I was still in nappies.
I’d thought she’d just spank me, which would have been bad enough, but she was determined to make my ordeal as humiliating as possible. She made a quick trip to the bathroom and came back with powder and cream, hauled my legs up to spread me out once more, sprinkled the powder over my bottom and pussy, then applied cream to my anus and the slit of my cunt. When she touched my clit I nearly came, my back arching and my muscles squeezing tight, but she merely turned her attention back to my bottom hole, sliding one finger deep in up the creamy little ring. A moan escaped my lips as my anus tightened on her finger, which earned me a tut of disapproval and a rebuke.
‘You dirty girl, Lucy. Can’t you control yourself at all, even when you’re having your nappy changed?’
Her finger was still deep in up my bottom and I shook my head, acknowledging the truth of the state I was in, and that whatever she’d done to me it was ultimately my own choice and my own fault. Just two hours before I’d been giving a performance review to a group of managers, most of them older than me, and now I was on my back, having my nappy changed, with my girlfriend’s finger up my bottom as she tormented me.
‘I could make you come so easily, couldn’t I, my little piglet, or I could make you beg for release. I could make you go like this all evening, even sleep like this, and you’d do exactly as you were told, wouldn’t you? Maybe I should even send you into work like this, with a note for Monsieur Montesquieu, asking him to take down your nappy and spank you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Lucy?’
‘You bitch!’
‘A bitch, am I? Right …’
She had pushed her thumb in up my cunt as she was speaking and was masturbating me in a leisurely, offhand fashion as her words drove my sense of shame ever higher, but at my response she pulled her hand free, wiped it on my panties and began to spank me, slapping my well-spread bottom and the lips of my cunt to set me gasping and moaning on the instant. I had to come, then and there, with the appalling picture she’d created fresh in my head. My hand went down between my thighs and I was rubbing at my clit while she continued to spank me, laughing all the while at my helpless excitement.
‘That’s my girl, that’s my little piglet. Do it, rub your dirty little cunt while you think about