Great sketch!
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“No,” he hedged, “I just think sometimes you need a little encouragement to tell the truth.”
She blushed, knowing well enough that she hadnt been completely honest, and she very likely almost certainly definitely would, either out of a misguided sense of guilt or a compelling urge to be his good girl.
“So let me ask again,” he patronized, “Is your diaper wet, pumpkin?”
The blush in her face deepened. She wanted desperately to hide from his scrutiny, from how utterly embarrassing it was to admit that yes, yes she was very a lot wet. Instead, she let her hair fall across her face as she spoke in a tiny voice, Maybe a little&?
He pushed her hair behind her ears and grasped her chin between his fingers so she couldnt look away. I think maybe its more than a little, dont you think? It looks awfully squishy.
“Um. Wellll, maybe its a little more than a little&” she begrudgingly conceded.
“Hmm,” he considered, “I guess Ill just have to check for myself then, huh?”
She could only whimper as he did just that.