Sunday Night

I stared at the floor.
I was leaning over Daddy’s lap in the bathroom about to get an enema. Daddy had given me all day to mess my diapers but here it was bedtime and I still hadn’t.  I didn’t like messing my diapers that much so I usually held off as long as possible which Daddy didn’t like.
I closed my eyes as Daddy slid the enema tube inside of me.
“Alright here we go Baby,” Daddy said and put his fingers in my moth. I began sucking on his fingers as he released the stopper on the enema bag. At first there wasn’t any feeling but then I felt my tummy filling up and the pressure building.
“Baby is going to remember to use her diapers, isn’t she?” Daddy asked and I nodded, trying to pull away from his fingers but he just held them in my mouth while I squirmed around.
When the last of the water was drained from the enema bag, Daddy pulled the tube out and pulled up my diaper.
He gave me a hug before leading me back to the living room, I waddled slowly behind him, holding in the enema as best as I could. When we got to the couch Daddy sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
I snuggled into his chest and tried to ignore my hurting tummy. Daddy took my pacifier out of my mouth and replaced it with a bottle. It was filled with prune juice, something else Daddy liked to use to make me mess my diapers easier. I hated prune juice but I began to drink anyway. A few sips in my tummy rumbled and I whimpered, looking up at Daddy asking silently to mess my diaper.
“Not yet little one,” Daddy shook his head. I wiggled my toes – it was hard to ignore both the urge to mess my diaper and the gross prune juice. When I was about half way finished the bottle, Daddy removed it from my mouth and kissed me.
“Okay, I want you to mess your diapers for me Baby,” he said, putting the bottle back in my mouth.
I closed my eyes and began to mess my diaper. I tried to bury my face into Daddy as I did so but he stopped me. He began massaging my diaper while I messed.
“Good Baby!” he cooed lightly as I finished messing my diaper, I still wasn’t finished my bottle though. As I laid there drinking the final bit of prune juice, Daddy played with my messy diaper a bit. When the bottle was empty he put my pacifier back in my mouth and slid me off his lap.
“Alright let’s get Baby into her sleeper and ready for bed.” Daddy took my hand but I pulled away.
“I don’t get a change first?” I whined.
“Young lady,” Daddy gave me a look that meant business so I took  his hand and followed him down the hall to our room. Daddy helped me onto the change table and played with my diaper a little bit more before pulling out another clean diaper.
I watched with brief hope as daddy unfolded the diaper, hoping to get a change but instead he spread my legs and I knew to lift my butt. He positioned the other diaper underneath me and taped it over my messy one.
“Which one does Baby want to wear tonight?” he asked as he went over to the closet, as if I had much choice.
“Dat one,” I lisped around my pacifier. “The pwerple ones.”
Daddy took out the sleeper and brought it over to the change table.He quickly got me dressed, and locked into my sleepers before helping me off the change table.
“Alright little one, time for bed.”
I pouted a little as I shuffle over to the crib. Daddy helped me in and raised the side before going over and turning out the lights.
All I could focus on was messy diaper and how not tired I was  It was 8 pm, so there are still lots of people outside. I closed my eyes and listened to the people outside until I finally fell asleep.