You were headed to the pub with friends, "I don't want you nipping off to the toilet every 5 minutes...in fact, not. at. all", he said, presenting you with a fresh, crinkly pull-up.

You were struck dumb, "what?".

"We both know what you're like!" Without a pause he was behind you, hands on your hips, peeling down your knickers, then a hand under one knee, lifting a leg, then the other, stepping you into them.

"Good girl." he told you, kissing the back of your head as he pulled them up around your waist.

You instinctively explored them, running your hands over your crotch and around your buttocks, squatting to see how they felt, how they stretched, watching yourself in the full-length mirror to make sure they wouldn't accidentally be on display.

"Ok...daddy", you said, grinning with naughtiness.

"Give me a twirl baby girl!", and you did, a quick one, letting your skirt ride up, showing him your bum, which he playfully spanked.