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**Narada** · May 29, 2013, 06:24 AM

Naughty Niece Part 3 (continued)

Lady Bloodbayne was sat cross-legged on the floor of an empty storeroom in the fortress that she captured from Baron Moloch. She was wearing an almost transparent silk nightgown; she'd been naked barely ten minutes earlier, locked in a passionate embrace with Battlemistress Jennika, her second in command and captain of her growing army. Thinking of the ebony skinned goddess awaiting her in the master bedroom quickly took her mind off the reason for leaving her lover's side, but a gentle voice quickly snapped her mind back to full attention.

"You need to focus, my lady."

The voice belonged to a bald, deathly pale girl with solid black eyes sitting directly in front of her. She was wearing a diaphanous black gown, her ankles and wrists adorned with square shaped golden ornaments. Her name was Saloma, an Adept of The Order of Shadows. She'd been the personal magician of Lady Bloodbayne's mother, Queen Jessane, and was the only Shadow Priestess who didn't take part in the revolt against the royal family. In all the years that Lady Bloodbayne had known Saloma, the girl hadn't seemed to age; she always looked as if she was barely in her teens. Of course, this wasn't the case, and Saloma was years, if not centuries, older than she appeared to be. The reason for this was the ritual she had to undergo in order to become a full fledged Shadow Priestess. On the feast day of Kelsinora, goddess of the underworld, the statue of the goddess in her main temple comes to life and squeezes her divine breast milk into a silver chalice. All initiates of the Order of Shadows gather in the temple and drink the milk, whereupon they enter into a death-like trance. During that time, the souls of the initiates travel to the underworld, where the spirits of their ancestors teach them the ways of Shadow Magic. Some of the initiates die; those who survive the ordeal return to life forever changed--they lose all their hair, their skin turns whiter than snow, their eyes go solid black, and their aging process is greatly slowed, practically halting at whatever age the initiate was when she or he drank the milk of the goddess. Saloma had been fourteen when the transformation occured; supposedly, she'd been royal magician for centuries. Now, in addition to fighting in the rebellion, she tutored Lady Bloodbayne in her long neglected magical studies.

Lady Bloodbayne frowned at the massive book on the floor in front of her. It was filled with spells written in the blood of generations of Blood Mages, her mother included. Saloma made her do the beginner level spells over and over until she knew them by heart, and she was getting sick and tired of them. "I'm ready for the advanced spells," She said.

"Not yet." Saloma replied.

"Why not?"

"Blood Magic is one of the most potent forms of magic there is," Saloma explained. "We mustn't rush your training, lest we risk catastrophe."

"But--!"

Saloma produced an empty spool out of thin air and handed it to her pupil. "I want you to weave enough thread to cover that." She arose and headed for the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must relieve myself."

Lady Bloodbayne sighed in frustration when she was alone. Weaving thread out of blood was a feat that any novice Blood Mage was capable of; master level Blood Mages--also known as Blood Shapers--could transform their mystical blood into just about anything they could imagine. They also had some level of control over living beings; for example, a certain Princess Blood Blossom once transformed her favourite horse into a man so that she could continue having sexual congress with it after her lust for the beast was discovered. Lady Bloodbayne knew that she was capable of such feats, and it angered her that she was relegated to doing magic best suited for children. Therefore, whenever Saloma left her alone with the spellbook, she would always copy the more advanced spells and practice them on her own. Since she wasn't that well versed in the ancient language the Blood Mages used to write their spells, she was forced to learn by trial and error. One of the first spells she learned caused her womanhood to be replaced with a penis and testicles for an entire week, during which she constantly had rough, vigourous sex with all of her lovers, male and female. Unsurprisingly, she used that particular spell on a near daily basis. Another spell caused her to switch bodies with another living creature at will, another caused her to sprout a tail, another caused her fingernails and toenails to glow in all the colours of the rainbow. All of the spells were a mix of the practical and the perverse; she hoped that the newest one would be the latter.

Lady Bloodbayne flipped through the spellbook until one particular incantation caught her eye. Usually, she would copy the spell onto a slip of parchment and try it out in her room, but curiosity got the better of her, and she spoke the magic words, doing her best to pronounce them correctly. When nothing happened, she repeated the spell; again, there was no result. She tried one last time and was about to give up when there was suddenly a loud, wet explosion in her underpants. She shrieked in alarm and jumped to her feet--her loincloth didn't make the trip with her. In the time it had taken her to stand up, her cotton undergarment filled to the brim with shit and fell off. "This is that stupid spell's doing--I know it is!" She moaned softly as her arsehole opened wider than it ever had and expelled what felt like a ton of shit. She hiked up the bottom of her nightgown and looked down at her arse in horror. Her bumhole continuously squeezed out obscenely long strands of poo that formed a grotesque tower of filth behind her. She watched in fascination as more and more poo came out of her; a lot of it looked human, but there was also dragon droppings, orc shit, the goopy white excrement of the Bird People, golden Faerie Folk feces, marble coloured werewolf poo, mermaid manure, centaur dung...in short, she was excreting the waste of every creature imaginable.

"The spell you've cast is called 'Shit of the World,' for obvious reasons." Saloma was stood in the doorway, watching her student with her arms folded; there wasn't a trace of emotion on her face. "It's meant to immobilise enemies during combat; however, if a target isn't clearly envisioned, the spell's effect rebounds on the one who cast it."

Lady Bloodbayne's caramel coloured cheeks reddened slightly. She was thoroughly embarrassed; she'd rolled up the bottom of her nightgown to keep it out of the growing pile of shit. Her round and shapely bottom was fully exposed and aimed directly at the door. "How do I stop this?" She whined in a manner unfit for a future queen.

"Your sword Ketsueki nullifies magic, doesn't?" Saloma asked.

"Lady Bloodbayne opened her mouth to reply, but before she could do so, she loudly broke wind and expelled gallons of butterscotch coloured poo. "I-I left it in the master bedroom with Jennika!" She said with a face as red as sunset.

"Foolish girl. Have I taught you nothing?" Saloma sighed. "You and that sword are one; you need only call its name and it will come to you."

"KETSUEKI!" Immediately, Lady Bloodbayne's crimson coloured sword appeared in her hand. The second her fingers wrapped around the hilt of her mystical weapon, the spell ended and she immediately stopped defecating. "Gods above!" She moaned as she slowly stood up and pulled down the bottom of her nightgown. "It feels like I've had ninty Nubian lads have a go at my arsehole! I'm going to be sore for ages!" It was then that the horrid stench of the steaming pile of excrement wafted over her. She immediately clapped her free hand over her nose and headed for the door.

Saloma didn't step aside to let her pass--she stood there with her arms folded and glared at her pupil. "I am incredibly dissapointed in you."

"I'm sorry." Lady Bloodbayne said.

"Sorry? You're sorry? What if you'd tried some of the truly dangerous spells? What if you'd unleashed forces that you couldn't control? It's happened before, you know. I've seen lots of foolish young girls just like you consumed by magic that they couldn't handle!"

"Alright, Saloma--I get it!"

"No, you don't!" Saloma reached out and caressed Lady Bloodbayne's cheek. "Don't you understand? I'd be lost without you! I...I..." In a heartbeat, Saloma leaned forward and delivered a passionate kiss to the lips of her asonished student.

"Saloma--!" Lady Bloodbayne gasped when their lips were parted.

"I'm canceling the remainder of your lesson. I'd imagine that you've had enough magic for one day." The uncharacteristic look of warmth and affection she'd been displaying seconds earlier had vanished and was rapidly replaced by her usual stoic facade. She stepped around her student and entered the room.

"Saloma, I think we need to talk about what just happened!"

"Go and get yourself cleaned up; I'll tend to your mess." Saloma said, acting as if she hadn't heard her student's words. "I'll expect to see you here bright and early tomorrow morning for your next lesson." Saloma stood in front of the pile of shit and parted her lips. At once, black flames shot out of her mouth and slowly disintegrated the fecal matter.

Lady Bloodbayne watched the girl for a moment before she left the room. All the way to the baths, her fingers traced the outline of her lips; Saloma's kiss had left them cold and tingly. As she entered the bathing room, stripped off her nightgown, and immersed herself in the lukewarm water of the magically heated bathing pool, all she could think of was the feather soft touch of the Shadow Priestess. Gradually, her entire being was filled with the desire for another kiss from the girl's cold, marble coloured lips.

"May I join you?"

Lady Bloodbayne smiled as she turned and looked into the face of....

**Narada** · May 29, 2013, 06:41 AM

Naughty Niece Part 3 (continued)

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"Well, don't you two look thick as thieves!"

I had gotten so engrossed in the telling of my tale that I wasn't aware of Janisette's homecoming until she was directly in front of us.Her hands were on her hips, and her expression wasn't a pleasant one. Dacey was about to jump off my lap, but I caught hold of her wrist to stop her. My willy was still sticking out of my trousers; if she'd gotten up just then, I would have been well and truly fucked. "Hello, sweetheart!" I said as calmly as possible.

"How was work, Auntie Jan?" Dacey chirped?

"Nevermind all of that!" Janisette snapped. "I see the two of you have been smoking!" She stabbed her index finger in the direction of the ashtray as she spoke.

"No, it was just me, dear," I lied. "I got a bit nervous about my deadline for the new book, and I lit up a few to steady myself. Sorry about that."

Janisette rolled her eyes and sniffed the air. "Oh, Dacey--!" She said rather mournfully. "You've shit your knickers again, haven't you?"

"Sorry, auntie--that damnable irritable bowel syndrome of mine is actin' up something fierce today!" Dacey said.

Janisette looked down at us incredulously. "Is that piss on the floor?" She asked angrily.

"Yeah...sorry!" Dacey muttered apologetically. "You know I have occassional bouts of involuntary urination."

"Do you know how rare it is for someone to have both IBS and urinary incontinence?" Janisette asked.

"Rare, but not impossible. I'm living proof of that!" Dacey replied.

Janisette shut her eyes and ran both hands through the mass of black curls atop her head. "Dacey, go get yourself cleaned up."

Dacey looked at me in alarm; I merely nodded. The sheer terror of the moment had long since caused me to lose my erection, and my cock was safely inside of my trousers once more. "Good luck!" Dacey whispered before she hopped off my lap and fled the room.

"I can't believe that you just sat there and let that girl shit in your lap!" Janisette said.

"I didn't!" I protested. "She was so upset about messing herself that I sat her on my lap and told her a story to calm her down."

Janisette gave me a dubious look, which made me think that she didn't quite believe my little lie. Eager to put some distance between us, I went into the kitchen to fetch the mop; unfortunately, my wife was hot on my heels. "She's really got you fooled, hasn't she, Reg?"

"What's that?" I asked as I retrieved the mop and a bottle of floor cleaner from the broom closet.

"That little liar hasn't got IBS or urinary incontinence...she's doing all of this just to get attention!" I returned to the living room without comment and mopped up Dacey's piss; once again, Janisette was right behind me. "You know that I'm right, Reginald!" She said.

"Jan..."

"How long must we endure this nightmare? That girl's absolutely mental!"

"Oh, come now! She's not as bad as that!"

"Reginald, sooner or later, you're going to have to decide who's more important; Dacey or me. With that, Janisette stormed off.

"Fuckin' hell!" I sighed. After having a drink, I went upstairs and knocked on the door of Janisette's personal bathroom. "Jan? Sweetheart, are you in the bath?" My wife usually had a long soak in the tub after work, and I was checking to make certain that that was exactly what she was doing.

"Fuck off, Reginald!" Janisette screeched as I opened the door and peered inside. She was indeed in the bathtub, submerged up to her neck in warm, soapy water.

"I think we should talk, Jan."

"Why don't you go chat with that precious niece of yours?" Janisette said before grabbing a glass of merlot off the edge of the tub and taking a sip. "I don't even want to look at you right now."

I left without another word; Janisette locked the door seconds after I closed it. Perfect, I thought as I headed for Dacey's room.

"What took you so long?" Dacey asked when she opened her door. She wasn't wearing anything but her poo filled knickers and white knee high stockings.

"I was making sure that Jan was in the bath," I replied with a lascivious grin as I entered the room and locked the door. At once, I rushed forward and kissed Dacey whilst groping her breasts at the same time.

"Fuck foreplay!" Dacey giggled as she pushed me away. "We've only an hour before Auntie Jan drags her corpulent carcass out of the bath, so get your cock out already!" I shed my clothes fast as fuck, whereupon she shoved me onto her bed and mounted me. "I've been waitin' for this all day!" She purred as she pulled aside the gusset of her knickers, grabbed my erect member, and guided it into her warm, wet pussy. "Oh, my GOD! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy--!" She squealed as she bounced up and down on my dick and simultaneously unleashing noisome, foul smelling blasts of gas.

"Oh, God...Dacey--!" I grunted. I was in heaven. I wanted to tell her how good her fanny felt, but I was incapable of any form of speech beyond 'ohh,' 'ahh,' and the occassional 'Fuck' or 'Shit.' Dacey rode me hard and fast; we usually had marathon fuck sessions, but we knew that we didn't have much time, so we were trying to get ourselves off as quickly as possible. Before long, I felt my cock tense up as it prepared to unleash its payload. "Dace, I'm...ohh...I'm g-going to..."

"Oh yeah, Daddy--cum inside me!" Dacey spat through gritted teeth. She was vigourously stroking herself, and the inner walls of her pussy were wildly expanding and contracting around my dick--she was close to climax as well. The moment that I shot my dickload into Dacey's cunny, her eyes went saucer wide and she clapped both hands over her mouth to suppress her squeals of delight. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, and I held her close as her orgasm died out. We laid in each other's arms for a few minutes after that. Once again, I maintained my erection and longed to make use of it, but I knew that Jan would be out of the bath at any moment, so I reluctantly got out of bed and gathered up my clothes. "Leave the money on the nightstand before you go, mate." Dacey joked. "You'd best leave something extra for my pimp as well!"

"Very funny," I smirked. "There's no amount of money in the world that can equal your value, Dace."

"You silver tongued devil! You're only sayin' that cos it's true," Dacey grinned. She watched as I got dressed, absent-mindedly stroking her pussy through her dirty panties. "Let's go out. I want you to take me dancing, Reggie-baby!"

I entertained the notion for a moment, wondering what all the pretty young things at whatever club Dacey drug me to would think of an old fossil like me squiring a girl young enough to be my daughter onto the dance floor. "I can't," I sighed. "Not tonight, anyway."

"Why not?" Dacey pouted.

"Janisette has a very important client coming over for dinner tonight," I explained.

"So?" What's that got to do with you?"

"She wants me to be here for moral support, mostly."

"She'll do just fine without you, Reggie."

"I'm sorry, Dace, but I can't--"

"Get out." Dacey snarled.

"Dace, don't be like that--!"

"Have you gone deaf? I said get the fuck out!" She jumped out of bed and shoved me towards the door with all her might.

"Here, now!"

"You never take me anywhere--all we ever do is stay home and fuck!" Dacey shrieked.

"Keep your voice down!" I cautioned.

Dacey ignored me and continued her rant. "I like a good shag as much as the next girl, but I need more than that! I wanna go places, I wanna do things!"

"We will, we will!" I said as soothingly as possible. I put my hands on her shoulders, but she pulled free of my grasp. "I'll take you anywhere that you want to go tomorrow."

"Sure...unless Auntie Jan says otherwise!"

"Dace, be reasonable!" I pleaded.

"You say that you love me, but I'll always be second best to that fat bitch, won't I?" Dacey picked up the closest thing at hand--an old alarm clock--and flung it at me. I ducked, and it shattered against the wall behind me. "Get the fuck out. Go be with that wonderful wife of yours; I'll go dancing by myself."

"Dacey--!"

The furious blonde threw a flurry of objects at me then; one of them, an oversized paperback, made contact with my head and temporarily had me seeing stars. "Get out, get out, GET OUT!" She screamed.

I fled from her continued barrage, clutching my head as I did so. Once I was in the hallway, I turned and looked at her imploringly; she shot me a dirty look and slammed the door. I drug myself towards my office, practically running into Janisette along the way. She was fresh from the bath and still slightly wet: a pink drying towel was wrapped around her torso.

"Trouble in paradise?" She asked with a smile.

"Come again?"

"I heard Dacey yelling at you just now; looks like the honeymoon's over!" Janisette chuckled.

My wife's amused expression made my blood boil, but I kept calm. "It was just a typical teenage tantrum," I sighed whilst stepping around my wife and resuming my journey. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a book to write."

"You just remember what I said, Reginald!" Janisette called after me. "If that girl's here much longer, I won't be!"

"Bugger--now both of them are mad at me!" I muttered.

**Narada** · May 29, 2013, 07:07 AM

Naughty Niece Part 3 (conclusion)

Our guest, one Alastair Aldrige, arrived thirty minutes later. He was a game designer who wanted my wife's employer, a computer software company, to market and manufacture his latest creation. I played the part of the dutiful husband during dinner, pretending that I was interested in the 'teck-talk' being spewed by my wife and our visitor. Truthfully, none of their words registered in the least; Dacey was the only thing on my mind. She'd slipped out long before Mr. Aldrich's visit and I was starting to get worried--it was snowing heavily that evening. Finally, a deal was struck and our visitor went on his way. The moment he left, I went to my office and rang Dacey: there was no answer. After trying to reach her over a dozen times without success, I gave up and tried to write, but I failed at that as well. I just couldn't stop thinking about her! Finally, I went downstairs and sat on the sofa, determined to wait up for her. After a few minutes, I dozed off whilst watching some inane drivel on the telly.

"Come to bed." Janisette whispered as she shook me awake.

I yawned and looked at my wristwatch--it was 1:45. Surely that girl didn't stay out all night--! I thought.

Just as Jan and I were on our way up the stairs, the front door opened and Dacey stepped inside. "Shit! I thought the two of you were asleep!" She chuckled as she shut and locked the door.

"Dace, it's nearly 2AM!" I sighed.

"Where the hell have you been?" Janisette asked.

"Out." Dacey nonchalantly replied as she took off her fur jacket and let it fall to the floor. She staggered a bit as she walked toward the stairs. "Right, I'm off to bed. Night-night."

"You wait right there, young lady!" Janisette caught Dacey's elbow as she tried to go upstairs. "You know you aren't allowed to go out on school nights, and you certainly aren't allowed to stay out until the wee hours of the morning doing God knows what!"

"Oh, come off it, Auntie Jan!" Dacey giggled whilst wrenching her arm out of my wife's grasp. "You know exactly what I've been doing! You were my age once, back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth."

"Dacey, that's enough!" I said.

"I think she's on something," Janisette said. "What did you take?"

"Fuck...what didn't I take?" Dacey laughed. "I had a few drinks, popped a few pills, smoked some spliff...hell, I even done a line of coke off a black bloke's cock right before I sucked him off!"

"Christ alive," I muttered.

"Well, if you lot are done with the interrogation, I'm going to bed." Dacey yawned.

"You're not going anywhere!" Janisette spat, grabbing Dacey's arm once more.

"Let go of me!" Dacey shrieked.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in, young lady? There are rules you have to follow if you expect to stay here!"

"Jan, please! Just let her sleep it off!" I said.

"OW!" Let me go, you fat slapper!" Dacey screamed. "You're hurting me!"

"What did you just call me? You little..." Suddenly, Janisette's eyes went saucer wide. She jerked her hand away from Dacey and took a step backwards.

"Fuckin' hell," I sighed as the hallway was rapidly filled with the smell of rotten eggs.

A massive grin spread across Dacey's face as she loudly broke wind. I watched in awe as she noisily filled her knickers with poo; a cascade of urine simultaneously ran down her legs and formed a golden puddle at her feet. "See what you did, Auntie Jan?" Dacey chuckled. "Whenever I get stressed, I mess meself! This is all your fault!"

"Right, come along, you!" Janisette growled as she grabbed Dacey's arm and drug her into the living room.

"Jan, what are you doing?" I asked in alarm as I quickly followed them.

"I'm gonna teach this incorrigible brat a lesson she'll not soon forget!" Janisette said as she sat down on the couch and draped Dacey over her lap.

"LET ME GO!!" Dacey struggled valiantly, but Janisette outweighed her by
several pounds and was able to hold her down quite easily with one hand.

"Hold still!" Janisette pulled up the bottom of Dacey's skintight black dress and exposed her hot pink panties; there was a massive cucumber shaped lump in the seat.

"Janisette, for fuck's sake..." The rest of the words died on my tongue as my wife yanked down Dacey's knickers and revealed her round, shapely bum.

"OWW--!" Dacey screamed as Janisette slapped her bottom with all her
might. The blow landed right in the centre of her magnificent arse, striking both of her bum cheeks at the same time. "Stop...STOP!" She sobbed as my wife rained blow after blow on her buttocks.

Seeing my wife spank Dacey turned me on like mad, but I couldn't bear to let it go on longer than half a minute. "That's quite enough of that!" I caught Janisette's hand by the wrist just as she was about to deliver another blow to my poor niece's beet red bottom.

At once, Dacey hopped off Janisette's lap and pulled up her panties. "I hate you!" She hissed at my wife before she left the room.

"The feeling is more than mutual!" Janisette replied.

"Was that really necessary?" I asked when we were alone.

"If she insists on behaving like a child, I am perfectly willing to treat her like one!" Janisette sniffed Someone has to teach that girl the proper way to behave, and as it seems that you're far more interested in being her mate, it looks like it's up to me to do so!"

Wishing to avoid what was certain to be a spectacular row, I swallowed my initial response and muttered: "Let's call it a night, love--we can talk about this in the morning." We went up to our bedroom, got undressed, and into our nightclothes in silence. Seconds after we'd got in bed, the door suddenly flew open and Dacey stepped inside. The light from the hallway revealed that the only thing she was wearing was the hot pink panties she'd soiled several minutes earlier; she made no attempt to cover her naked breasts.

Dacey, for heaven's sake!" I gasped.

"What the fuck is this?" Dacey roared, holding out a white, rectangular shaped piece of plastic as she spoke.

"What, you've never seen a nappy before?" Janisette chuckled

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I was getting ready for bed, and I wanted to change into a fresh pair of knickers, but they're all gone!" Dacey tearily replied. "My underwear drawer is full of diapers!"

I glared at Janisette. "What have you done with Dacey's pants?" I asked her.

"I put them away," She said.

"Why?"

"I'm tired of that girl messing on herself and making this place smell like a bloody sewer!" Janisette spat. "I'm not all that fond of washing her filthy knickers, either! If she's going to shit herself all the time, she may as well do it in diapers!"

"Give me back my knickers!" Dacey screamed.

"You've got to earn them back," Janisette said.

"How?"

"If you can wear nappies for one month without soiling them, I'll give you your knickers back." Janisette said.

"Oh, come now, Jan!" I sighed.

"Mind you, I'll be inspecting your diaper every day," Janisette went on. "If I
find you've done a poo in them, your month of nappy wearing will be extended by one week and you'll get a spanking."

Dacey walked around to my side of the bed; her crotch was inches away from my face. The foul odour of her poo combined with the pungent aroma of her pussy to produce a smell that instantly got me rock hard; I prayed to God that Janisette didn't notice. You're not gonna let her do this, are you, Uncle Reg?" Dacey cooed provacatively whilst running her fingers through my hair. I couldn't believe how flirtatious she was being! She usually played it cool when my wife was around; the alcohol and other substances in her system had probably lowered her inhibitions. "Tell that mean old lady that I ain't gotta wear them dumb ass diapers!"

"He won't, and you do." Janisette yawned.

"What makes you think that I would go along with something as daft as this?" I asked her.

"You'd best go along with it; otherwise, I'm leaving in the morning and I'll have half of your fortune by tea time." Janisette replied. My wife was an expert in legal matters: if we split, she was more than likely to get a decent amount of the money that I earned from the sales of my books.

I looked up at Dacey imploringly; she let out a groan of disgust and shook her head. "OK, Auntie Jan--we'll play it your way for the moment. Hell, we may as well start right now!" With that, she pulled down her filthy panties and flung them to the floor. "There you are, auntie--add these to your collection!"

"DACEY!" I gasped, my eyes darting madly over the body of my naked niece.

"Get out of here, you shameless creature!" Janisette shrieked.

"I know you're dying to see me in a diaper, so take a good, long look!" Dacey put on the diaper and fastened the adhesive strips on the sides. She then proceeded to strut to and fro around the room like a model, stopping every now and then to strike a pose. The diaper was very snug and form fitting, practically skintight, and it crinkled softly with every step that she took. Finally, she came to a stop at the foot of our bed with her hands on her hips and chest stuck out. "So, have I been thoroughly humiliated to your satisfaction, Auntie Jan? Or shall I crawl around on the floor like a baby?"

"That's enough!" I said. "Dacey, do be a good girl and run along to bed." Dacey regarded us in silence for a few seconds before she stormed out of the room and slammed the door. We heard her stomping down the hallway, muttering loudly to herself as she went. Suddenly, she let out a little yelp of alarm, which was quickly followed by a loud crash. "Fuck me," I sighed and got out of bed.

"Where on Earth are you going, Reginald?" Janisette asked.

"I'm going to see Dacey to her room." I snapped on the lamp sat atop my nightstand and started hunting for my slippers.

"Let that silly girl be and come back to bed, Reggie; she'll be fine!" Janisette sat up in bed: her massive bust was clearly visible through the sheer pink nightgown she was wearing. "Come on, Reg--I'm well randy! You know I'm always up for a shag after I close a deal with a client." When I didn't answer, she sighed and said, "You're angry with me."

"Well, of course I'm angry!" I fumed. "You spanked my niece and stole her knickers! Now you've got the poor girl wearing diapers!"

"She's been out of control for days. I had to show her that there are consequences to her actions! You, on the other hand, have turned a blind eye to everything she's done. You treat that girl like she's made out of gold! It's almost like....Of course! It all makes sense now!"

Before Janisette could give voice to her sudden revelation, I quickly headed for the door. "I-I'm going to sleep on the futon in my office."

"Reginald, so help me, if you and that little blonde bitch are--!"

"Goodnight, Janisette!" I hurriedly left our bedroom and slammed the door. After I took a few steps, I almost fell over Dacey; she was curled up on the floor and softly snoring. "What are you doing down there?" I asked as I shook her awake.

"I tripped over me own two feet, and I was too knackered to get back up," She said with her eyes shut tight.

"Right. Up you get, sweetie." I tried to pull her to her feet, but she wouldn't budge. "Come on, Dace!"

"Just leave me be; it's so comfy down here!"

"Dacey! Get up!"

"Pick me up, Daddy!"

"For fuck's sake..." I scooped her up and carried her to her room, my lower back protesting every step of the way.

"I'm sorry for that little scene in your bedroom, Daddy--I am so fuckin' high!" Dacey giggled as I put her in bed and pulled a dark gray comforter over her.

"No worries, love." I kissed her forehead and turned to leave.

"Wait, Daddy! Don't go."

"Dacey..."

"Just stay. I want you to sleep with me tonight."

"Dacey, we can't--!"

"We don't have to fuck if you don't wanna," Dacey murmured sleepily. "Just this once, I want to fall asleep with you and wake up in your arms."

"Dacey, I can't!"

"Please, Daddy? Please?"

"I'm sorry...I don't think that's a good idea. Now, you get some sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Daddy." Dacey muttered dejectedly.

I froze with my hand on the doorknob; I could not move. I felt her eyes on me, holding me in place and boring into my soul. I turned and looked at her; the night light beside her bed softly illuminated her features and made her look positively angelic.

"Come to bed, Reginald." She whispered. I locked the door and returned to her bedside; she lifted one edge of the comforter and beckoned to me. "In you get," She smiled. Once I was beside her, she wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my chest. "I'm so sorry that I hit you with a book this afternoon."

"Don't worry about it, Dace," I chuckled. "It didn't hurt that much--I've got a really thick skull."

Dacey laughed, and then she whispered, "I love you, Reginald Aloysius Winters."

"I love you, too, Dacinda Joy Carrington." I smiled. Not long after that, we were both fast asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED

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