Free The Submission of Little Emmie by Zoe Blake Page B

PENIS    ANUS    ORGASM    DILDO    TITS
    "I...I..." Emmie stuttered, mortified by even reading these words, let alone having to define them.
    "Do not stutter child!" Nanny scolded. "Now, I will tell you the definition of each and you will recite it back to me. You will then write each definition three times so we know you have learned it. Let us begin."
    Emmie thought she could not become more embarrassed. She was wrong. About halfway through the lesson, she respectfully raised her hand and asked Nanny if she may use the water closet.
    "No you may not. That is why you have a nappy on," Mrs. Pew responded, watching intently to see the very moment Emmie would realize she was meant to use her diaper.
    "You cannot mean for me to...to...." Emmie was so horrified she could not even form the words. Punishing her by forcing her to wear the diaper was one thing, but commanding her to use it was another.
    "I most certainly do. If you have to go pee-pee you need to use your nappy." Nanny knew His Lordship had no intention of keeping his child-bride in diapers all the time, but would only use them to punish and reinforce her child-like state in his household. Emmie decided in that moment her need was not so great. Unfortunately, twenty minutes later those two large bottles of liquid she had consumed were too much to hold in.
    "Please, Nanny, I beg you." It was the first time Emmie uttered the name out loud. She had been thinking of her as Nanny but to actually say it seemed too real. Now she hoped the small concession would earn her one in return. 
    "No." The curt response was final. Emmie felt tears begin to flow down her cheeks. She did not know what to do. She was certain if she tried to make it to the water closet she would not get far and certainly earn herself a very harsh punishment. But she could not fathom actually using the diaper.  If she waited much longer the decision would be made for her.
    " Emmie, you are not to get up from that chair until you have used your nappy. If you disobey me you will receive a second blistering spanking on your already bruised little backside. Now I suggest you use your nappy so we can move on with the lesson," Nanny scolded. 
    The idea of another spanking frightened Emmie so much she unclenched her full bladder. She started to cry, realizing this was a turning point. There was no going back now. She had just used her cloth diaper like a child. Nanny quickly brought her back into the bathing room and had her up on the changing table in a thrice and her nappy was changed out for a fresh one with very little fanfare.
    "Do I have to use a nappy for everything , Nanny?" Emmie asked through her sniffles as she sat back at her desk, humbled by the entire experience.  
    "No, child. Just for pee-pee, and only when you have been naughty and need to be reminded that you are a little girl who should not throw temper tantrums or talk back to adults."
    "Thank you, Nanny," she said sheepishly as she returned to copy the definition of “fuck” three times.
    Lunch was another glass of milk and some small sandwiches with a tiny piece of chocolate as a sweet. Emmie had to eat it at the little pink table set, but she did not mind and was grateful to have a meal that didn’t come out of a bottle. When she was finished with her lunch she was told she could play with her dolls before naptime. Emmie found it oddly comforting to just sit and comb her doll's hair without a worry in her head.
    By naptime, Emmie was truly tired. It had been a long and traumatic morning. Her bum still throbbed. She let Nanny take off her dress and just leave on the cute drawers and nappy. She slipped topless under the blankets of her sweet little pink bed, cuddled the Bunny and fell fast asleep.         

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Training with Papa
     
    "Wake up little one. Time for your training with Papa." Nanny coaxed Emmie awake from her afternoon nap. 
    She felt surprisingly refreshed. Her bottom still hurt, but