Everest's POV

I can't believe this. They kidnap me and expect me to act like a baby. Well fuck that! I will not use this stupid diaper and I will not follow the damn rules. All I have to say is good luck. They're going to need it.

After I was changed I decided to start my plan. Who likes a fussy baby anyway? I began to lightly kick and cry, hoping for a reaction. Seth just stayed calm, basically ignoring me. That was not going to fly. I took my crying and kicking up a notch. "Babes, what's wrong?" Seth asked. I liked how he acted so concerned. I began to try and bounce up and down in his arms and I was sort of successful.

I could tell Seth was getting frustrated and I was correct. I was passed off to Royal at the bottom of the stairs. He looked like he was about to kill me. I stuck my tongue out at him and then giggled. He popped my mouth, hard, and I stopped. The hit had brought tears to my eyes but I refused to cry.

Royal carried me out to the pool where the two teenagers and the man I had seen earlier were. I can't believe that they were actually agreeing to this. I guess I would just have to make up for all three of them.

Everyone else was swimming and having a good time but I couldn't. Royal put me in a stupid floaty and I had to be pushed around. Seth was the one pushing me and it was so annoying. I got so bored that I began to splash. "Baby, stop that," Seth chided. I began to violently splash and I guess one of the babies really was a crybaby.

The boy began to cry because I had apparently gotten water in his eyes. I could care less honestly. Thank god that I didn't get punished, just a scary look from Royal. Eventually, I had to get out so I could eat. Seth made me a plate of peas, tater tots, and some cut-up hamburger.

He attempted to feed me but I wasn't having it. I turned my head away multiple times. No way was I going to eat peas or whatever else they tried to give me. Eventually, Seth gave up and it was Royal's turn.

Royal also couldn't get me to eat and both men were frustrated. Royal stood up and carried me into the house. He brought me back up to the nursery. Royal set me on the changing table and set to work changing me. He quickly took me out of the wet swimsuit and gathered supplies that I'd be forced to wear. He carried me into a bathroom next and began to run a bath for me.

After my bath, which had a lot of splashing and whining, Royal was thoroughly pissed. He was soaked, probably wetter than me. He got me out and dried me off. He put a thick diaper on me along with some powder. After he slipped a onesie over my head and buttoned it at the bottom. The worst part was he put me in one of those baby bag things. I don't even know how he got it in my size. Now my legs were restricted.

After I was "dressed" he carried me downstairs to the living room. There was more stuff that I could see now. There was a big playpen in the corner with lots of baby toys. There was also what looked like a mat rolled up against the wall. There was also a baby swing, baby walker, and what appeared to be a transportable bassinet. Royal took the rolled-up mat out and set me on my stomach before going to the kitchen.

Since I had decided to act like a baby, not really, I decided I should just annoy Royal more. "DADDY!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "DADDY!" I kept yelling until Royal came into the room. "Yes sweetheart?" he asked. "You're a bitch," I stated. "Listen here, I am your Papa and I have already given you the rules. I have tried to let it slide but I can't anymore," Royal said. He lifted me up off the mat and draped me across his knees.

He hit me more than twenty times and by the end, I was crying. "Oh, what's wrong little one? Did you have an accident?" Royal asked. "F-fuck you," I said, in-between sobs. And again he gave me twenty hits. After he finished he laid me in the baby swing, which turned out to also vibrate. It sort of hurt my sore bum and I wiggled around in discomfort. Royal just tucked a blanket around me, trapping my arms, and gave me a bottle.