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Ygritte began to struggle a little more robustly as Jon approached her with the diaper. But he had tied her up quite tightly, leaving her totally unable to resist him.
"Mmmmfff! MMMMFFF!!" she shouted through her cloth gag, trying to shake it off, but it was tied just as tightly as the ropes around her wrists and ankles.
"Looks like the baby girl doesn't want her nappy," Gilly quipped with a snicker as she cradled her son in her arms. "You wouldn't want your Daddy to spank you, would you?"
Ygritte quickly stopped struggling. Even if Gilly meant that as another joke, she felt that at this point, Jon was not above paddling her bottom, and that was one indignity she would rather not endure. In the end, she just resigned herself to her fate, humiliating though it was.
It appears I'm going to be in a nappy within the next few minutes, no matter what happens, she mused as her lower half was undressed.
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Lady Olenna was well-aware of what was going on between her granddaughter and her bedmate, and she was happy to see it unfold thusly. From the moment she had met Sansa, she had been convinced that they would become fast friends. But it had taken less than a month for them to become "nappy buddies," as Margaery liked to call them.
As soon as she felt Sansa's lips press against her own, Margaery's own sex drive went into overhaul, and she moved to mount Sansa, beginning to grind her diaper against Sansa's.
All the while, Lady Olenna began to recount a rather steamy account of the Valyrian princess' memoirs involving her husband's sister, speaking almost in sync to what was happening between the two young ladies.
(I know what you mean)
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