Wrote a short, horny ABDL story based on a concept I like
Daddy’s little babygirl has a set of rules set out for her everyday on a pretty little set of engraved wooden boards stationed in the living room. There’s a lot of rules, all about how baby needs to comport herself around Daddy and be rewarded for being a good little girl. If she breaks the rules however, there are punishments. Spankings, mouth soapings, time-outs, having certain privileges like TV or toys taken away. Or, if she really messed up, more important privileges would be removed…. Like her clothes…. Or her ability to talk without a pacifier strapped to her mouth. Sometimes the punishment was that Daddy would leave her in a wet or messy diaper without a change for a long time…. But that wasn’t so bad. The feeling of a squishy diaper between her legs was almost habitual at this point.
Babygirl tried to be very good. She tried so hard. She was always as diligent as she could be about following the rules, but there were so many! And most of them never came up! She tried to remember the important ones. The ones that she knew would be a problem if she broke them in front of Daddy, but even then she still made mistakes. As much as she tried to be a good girl her punishments were still so frequent. Daddy assured her that even good girls often find themselves in the corner with a red bottom and a saggy diaper. That’s how they learn.
She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to admit it out loud. But she had a very strong suspicion that Daddy changed the rules on her sometimes when she wasn’t looking. Every time she thought she had the rules and routines memorized Daddy would catch her doing something naughty, and she would argue that she was sure she was following the rules, but then Daddy would simply smile and point at the list of rules, and sure enough, every time she would read it and find that she had been wrong, and the rules were written out exactly as Daddy had described them.
But, one of the most important rules that she was very careful not to break was how to properly ask Daddy for diaper changes.
She had spent a long time learning this rule. And she had gotten punished a few times before she had learned to get all of the little details just right.
It was her responsibility to ask Daddy for a diaper change once she had sufficiently used her diaper enough to justify it. Asking too soon when her diaper wasn’t full would earn a punishment, but also asking too late when she’s past the point of leaking would also get a swift reprisal from an angry Daddy.
Once she was sure that she was appropriately in need of a clean diaper, the next task was to round up all of the supplies Daddy would need to change her. She would pick out a clean diaper from underneath her changing table, as well as the wipes, the baby powder and the lotion, and hold all of these oversized baby products in her little outstretched arms. Then she would approach Daddy with all of these items in her eager hands and ask in the sweetest, littlest voice she could muster, (all the more difficult if she had a pacifier she was not allowed to take out at the time) “Please Daddy? I really need a diaper change. I wet and messed the clean diaper you put me in earlier and now I really need a change. Pretty please? I’ll be ever so grateful if I could get a clean diaper!”
It was very important that she sound as pleading and desperate as possible when she asked. It was also essential that she mention what she had done in her diaper to need a change. Sometimes Daddy also insisted that she say specifically how many times she had wet or messed herself to earn a change.
She had gotten very good at the routine and was almost never punished for messing it up anymore. Which she was very grateful and just a little proud of herself for. After all, she did need her diapers changed on a pretty regular basis.
Even so, even with her little ritual almost perfected, it was still entirely up to Daddy’s discretion whether or not she got changed. Asking for a diaper change the correct way, the way Daddy’s rules specified meant that she would get her diaper changed… But it wasn’t always right away. Daddy would praise her for being such a good girl and doing a good job with her request but if Daddy was in the middle of something, or just felt like making her wait a little longer, then she just had to wait. Squishing and squelching and stinking up the house for however long it took for Daddy to turn his attention towards her again. But she was always grateful for his strong, and gentle hands putting her back in a fresh diaper whenever she finally got changed. And when Daddy praised her for being such a good girl, and following all the required rules asking for a diaper change? It was just the sweetest feeling in the world!
Today was no different. It was getting late in the afternoon and babygirl knew that it was about time to ask Daddy for a diaper change again. She grunted and groaned and with her face contorted in effort she pushed the last of her stinky mess into the seat of the swelled and sagging diaper. That was how she knew it was time. Her diaper was already saturated from multiple wettings earlier in the day. She gave her hips a tiny shake and felt the swish of her sagging well used diaper behind her. “Yes,” she thought to herself. “Daddy will have to give me a change for this one.”
Content and pleased with herself she began her required chore of collecting all of the supplies Daddy would need to change her dirty diaper and went into Daddy’s office to present her request to him like always.
Daddy was seated at his desk, working on something too complicated and grown up for babygirl to understand. But, with no concern she extended the changing supplies to him with enthusiasm and recited: “Please change my diaper Daddy? I really need a diaper change. I’ve wet and messed the clean diaper you put me in earlier. And now I’m really stinky and really need a change. Pretty please? Don’t let me keep going around in a stinky diaper like this! I’d be so grateful for a change Daddy!”
She felt like she had done a good job with conveying how desperate the diaper situation was to Daddy, but when Daddy looked around at her she immediately knew something was wrong.
She gasped as Daddy grabbed her tiny wrists and pulled her out of the office. The diaper changing supplies she had diligently collected falling to the ground.
Daddy pulled her into the living room and put her over his knee. He then proceeded to swat the back of her dirty diaper with hard, firm spanks. At first she didn’t make a sound, surprised at what was happening, but then after a moment, the repeated swats on her backside led her to start whining, and then she was wailing and crying as they continued.
It wasn’t very painful. Daddy was spanking her over her well-used diaper and so the spanking was nowhere near as painful as if her bare bottom was exposed. But it felt disgusting, and humiliating, as she felt the squish and the squelch of her multiple potty accidents throughout the day. But also, she just felt ashamed.
What had she done wrong? She had been such a good girl. She always was so sure to follow Daddy’s rules closely when it came to asking for diaper changes. She said as much to Daddy between sobs.
“Buh… ouch! Wha did I do wrong? Ouch! I followed da rules! Ouch!”
Then Daddy stopped and put her back down. Wiping away her tears and looking her in the eyes. His expression was serious but not cruel.
“The rules baby? I don’t think you read the rules very closely then.”
Dumbfounded, the babygirl stared at the list of rules posted in the same place as the living room. Her previously remembered ritual was nowhere to be found on the long list. Burned into the wood just like all of the other rules it said very clearly: “Babygirl must never ask Daddy for a diaper change. Verbally or by otherwise indicating the state of her diaper. Babygirl gets her diaper changed at Daddy’s discretion, and must wait until Daddy checks her and decides it’s time.”
Still reeling from the shock and disbelief babygirl just stood there whimpering as Daddy assured her she would get a diaper change before bedtime…. In about five hours.