The embarrassment sinks in as Daddy leans on the door frame, watching me try to hide the wet spot on the front of my panties. I swore it wouldn't happen again but he knew it would by the look on his face.
He steps in and crouches down in front of me, pulling my hands away from the evidence. I can't meet his eyes.
"Tsk tsk. Again, baby? You said you'd really try this time." He sighs out.
"I did try! This is your fault for constantly interrupting what I was doing." I snap back. Immediate regret sinks in when I get the look. You know, the look that makes your blood run cold. I gulp.
"Finish peeing in the potty instead of your pants and then march your butt up to your room. I'm tired of you not taking responsibility; that's changing today along with your panty privileges.
Instead of sending your husband pictures with your pretty lace panties on display, your new reality looked more like this. He was always checking to make sure you wore pull-ups - your new everyday panties. Your pretty grown up ones were packed away, only used on very special occasions. No matter how you posed for the pics now, they could only be considered cute. You couldn't pull off sexy with pastel, crinkly pull-ups.
I sit down on the other end and fidget with my sweater. I know he's waiting for me to start
"Should we have this talk in your playroom to help you remember the topic?" He offers.
"No! No thank you. I'll talk. What exactly do you want to know?" I ask, letting out a big sigh.
"I want to know it all. I care about you and I'll be staying here. I need to know enough to navigate through it." He tells me.
"Oh you don't need to navigate any of it. I keep that to myself and you'd never have to see anything or be involved." I reassure him, hoping that'll be the end of this
"You don't know that for sure. I may need to be involved to some degree. What if you're regressed and we need to talk or you have school? I need to know so I can handle that for you." He says gently.
"How- I never said..." I trail off quietly.
"Sweetie... You have a nursery. It's not a playroom. It's a pastel covered baby room. I'd be shocked if you didn't regress. So am I correct?" He says, a hint of amusement in his tone.
I nod as I hang my head from shame.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, everyone has coping mechanisms. I'm not here to judge you. I just need a little info so I make this stay as easy as possible." He says, reaching over and patting my knee.
I nod in understanding. He's being genuine and I decide to open up to explain the surface level stuff. He just nods and smiles, doesn't dig or laugh or ridicule.
"You did such a good job explaining it all, Sunshine, I really appreciate it. I know it wasn't easy. Thank you for telling me. I'll be very mindful about checking before starting big conversations and whatnot." He says, clearly unbothered by it somehow.
"Thanks, Cade. I'm gonna go clear some of my things from my main room so you have space and I don't come in looking for my things." I say, excusing myself from the couch.
He nods and heads to his truck to get his things. It's a Friday so I don't have school or work the next two days. Normally I'd already be diapered and in comfy pj's but I guess that's gonna have to wait a while. I clear my things out and put out fresh sheets and towels for Cade. I wander to the kitchen to find what to make for us.
"Dinner is on me tonight Sunshine. It's been a big day for you, go get comfy and I'll order our usual." He says, clearly seeing my face when I look in the fridge.
"Oh my gosh that sounds so good, thank you thank you!" I say, so relieved and excited for takeout.
He laughs at my enthusiasm.
"Oh, Sunshine?" He gets my attention again.
"Yeah?" I turn around to talk to him.
"Wear whatever you want around me. I saw your diapers already and I know you probably want to put one on with your pj's." He tells me, trying to hide his smirk.
"Cade- I don't - those aren't-" I start to protest, face heating. He shouldn't be so perceptive.
"Don't start lying already. I know they're yours and that you wear them. Your diaper pail is also full so your argument won't get you anywhere." He says, leveling me with one of his stern looks before continuing to place the online order.
I can't help the tears that start and the whimper that escapes. His head jerks up from his phone, eyes wide.
"Shit, Sunshine, I didn't mean to make you cry. It wasn't meant in a mean way, I was trying to make you understand you can be yourself around me." He rushes out, an obvious concern in his tone. He comes over and gives me a bear hug as he kisses the top of my head.
"I think I have a better idea actually. Do you trust me?" He asks, looking down at me. My sniffles quiet as I look up at him with a questioning look.
"Um.. yes?" I say as more of a question.
"Oh how convincing" He laughs out.
"I mean yes I do trust you." I say, correcting myself.
"Can you be a really good girl for me, Sunshine?" He tilts my chin up with one finger as he asks. I nod as I blush like crazy. His tone dropped to this syrupy sweet one you'd use with an actual kid.
"Yes, Sir." I slip out quietly.
"Ah.. you don't have to use that title for times like this. It's a little harsh. I'm just Cade." He says, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish.
I nod but don't say anything. He scoops me up onto his hip and carries me the short distance to my nursery. He gently sets me down on my changing table. Cade isn't a small guy or anything but I didn't expect him to carry me around like that. Seeing him in this room has a giggle escaping my lips and I quickly cover my mouth with my hand .
"Something funny, Sunshine?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I shake my head no but can't help another giggle.
"Are you laughing at me? Or am I missing something?" He asks, so confused. His tone is so much lighter with me now and I can feel myself slip into a childish mindset.
"I'm sorry, you just look so silly and out of place in here. I couldn't help but laugh." I say between giggles.
Cade is just shy of 6'2ft tall. He's decorated with tattoo sleeves and ones that peek up around the collar of his shirt. He's wearing a black T-shirt, dark wash jeans and combat boots. He's got shaggy dark brown hair and an 5 o'clock shadow. Standing around plushies, pastel furniture, and abdl supplies, he looks so out of place.
"Well I suppose you're not wrong, but that's okay. I won't look so out of place soon. Be a good girl and lie back on your changing table." He tells me as I watch him pick out a diaper. Embarrassment creeps back in at the reality of what's happening.
My mornings look a little different than they used to. A few months ago I'd have been enjoying my coffee and lazy morning in a cute little lingerie set on the deck. Probably enjoying the sore feeling between my legs from a round or two with my boyfriend in the sheets. But then the bed wetting started. Something I haven't done since before my teenage years. I never would have expected it to come back, especially at my age. My boyfriend started out sympathetic and would assure me it was just a fluke thing that would pass. The longer it went on, the less he believed that. I know he was tired of it but I never expected to come home to a box of diapers and a stern looking boyfriend instead of his easy going side like I was used to. He didn't give me much choice; wear them or else. So here we are, a few months later and I'm still in the same predicament. Diapers look ridiculous with lingerie and my boyfriend encourages me to wear cute tshirts or nightgowns that are more fitting with my diapers. I went from being sexy and confident to cute and shy. He constantly teases me about them but I can't stop wearing them until the bed wetting stops. Hopefully that'll be soon.
"Logan! Where the hell are my panties at?! This isn't funny anymore, I want them back!!" I yelled through the house.
I hear chuckling and then there he is leaning on the door frame looking oh so smug. I'm tearing through drawers while he just stands there and watches.
"I have a very important dinner tonight and I need my panties! Why are you just standing there, help me find them!" I yell at him.
"You won't find them anywhere, darling. They're long gone, your new panties are put away in your drawer. You should be thanking me for letting you wear big girl pull-ups. I could keep you in your nighttime diapers all the time instead." He tells me, nonchalantly. I freeze at his words. I'm livid and have had enough of his shit. I turn around to face him, ready to set all of this straight
"Logan... I swear to God if you don't give me my panties back I'm going to -" I start to say
"You're going to what, Emmy? Throw more tantrums? Have more accidents? Slam more doors? Go ahead, show me just how immature you can be." He dares me and I flinch at his words.
"Don't call me Emmy, you know I don't like it. And I'm not throwing a tantrum, I have every right to be mad about you taking my panties. I only had a few accidents, I don't need those things instead of panties." I say, standing my ground even though my voice isn't sounding as confident as I'd like.
"Emmy is an appropriate name for a little girl, I know that's what you were called growing up. Now it suits you again since you're back to having accidents and being put back into pull-ups and diapers. Your panties are really gone sweetheart. Pull-ups are your new 'big girl' panties. Consider yourself very lucky. I know you have an important dinner, now you'll be well protected so you won't embarrass yourself by creating little puddles everywhere. I suggest you start getting ready before you're late." He tells me, tone steady to match his look.
"Logan! This is absolute bullshit, just give me back my panties!" I yell at him.
"Yell at me one more time and you'll be going to dinner with a very sore bottom under your pull up. Your panties are gone, that's enough of a tantrum for one night. Go get ready and I'll drive you. Now, Emmy." He tells me sternly in a tone I've never heard before. It's the kind of tone that makes it hard to disobey. The look he's giving me with it makes my cheeks heat and my words to cease.
I realize I'm not winning this tonight. I'm still seething but clearly he's not playing around and I don't have time so I'll pick this back up later. I glare at him while he watches me dress. He gives me an indifferent look, like he's not impressed with my behavior. After he makes sure I did actually put the pull-up on, he leaves the room and waits for me downstairs. As promised, he's waiting with the car keys to drive me.
"Do you need to use the potty before we leave, Emmy?" He asks me.
I grit my teeth together but manage to answer without losing it."No, I don't need to go." I state coldly.
"Alright then, let's get you to dinner." He says, walking out the door like this is no big deal to him.
"Logan, can we please discuss this more in detail tomorrow?" I ask him.
"Sure, Emmy, we can talk about it and I'll explain how things are going to go from here on out while you work out your little problem. But let's not worry about that anymore tonight. I want you to have a nice time with your girlfriends at dinner. Let me know when you're wrapping up and I'll swing by to pick you up afterwards." He tells me. I want to argue but I know it's useless right now so I just nod and get out of the car quickly.
I forget about the pull-up for the most part, relaxing and enjoying my night out with my girlfriends. I text Logan to head my way as we're paying the bill. I ended up having so much fun tonight and the drinks here are amazing. I may have had a few too many and I know I will have to pee soon but it's such a short ride home, I'll be fine.
"How was your night, sweetie?" Logan asks as we head home.
I told him how great the food and drinks were and how nice it was catching up with my friends for the rest of the drive. I ignored the feeling of needing to pee. I'll definitely make it since we're pulling in.
"I'm so glad you had a great night. Let's go get ready for bed, go wait for me on the bench please and I'll be up shortly." Logan tells me and I cringe as I head up the stairs. He wants to put one of those ridiculous diapers on me for bed but I'm in the mood to play after those drinks. I bet I can change his mind...
Instead of waiting on the bench, I'm waiting on my knees for him. He freezes when he walks in and looks amused. "Whatcha doing there, Emmy?" He asks with a smile. Ugh. I really do hate that name but I'm not interested in getting into that with him tonight.
"I was hoping I could thank you properly for driving me tonight." I purr.
"Not tonight, Emmy. Let's get you ready for bed." He says sweetly. I'm fuming and shocked at the same time.
"Why not, Logan? I'm really in the mood to play tonight." I plead.
"No, Emmy. You're in a soaked pull-up right now and you need your nighttime diaper on. We're not playing like that." He tells me flatly. I'm so embarrassed by being rejected, that's never happened before. My eyes water.
"M-my pull-up is dry, I swear!" I protest. He gives me a pitying look.
"No, Emmy. Your pull-up is soaked through to your jeans actually. I'm not interested in playing while you're covered in pee. Now let me get you cleaned up and into your nighttime diaper. You'll feel all better when you're clean and dry, sweetie." He reassures me. I can't stop the tears, I'm so embarrassed. Only once I'm taped into this thick diaper does he start to comfort me. He coaxes me into bed with him and holds me until the tears stop. I feel like such a baby at this point.
"I know, Emmy. Just let it all out, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you while we get through this. I still love you, sweetie." He reassures me as he kisses me on the forehead.
I knew as soon as I woke up that I had another accident in the middle of the night. My diaper was soaked between my legs and the feeling made me remember everything from the night before. I was already blushing from the memory, I hate that I keep having these accidents. I feel Logan stir awake next to me and I freeze. I didn't want him knowing about my accident already. Maybe I can sneak to the bathroom before he's fully awake.
I made it halfway across the bedroom before he stopped me.
"Emmy, get back to bed. I already know you had an accident, no point in trying to hide it. Besides, you know better than to change your diaper. That's my job." He scolds me.
"Awe, is someone trying to peek while Mommy gets changed? I heard your crinkles, sweetie" I say loud enough for him to hear in the hallway where he's hiding. When the crinkles stop, I laugh.
"You could have knocked, you know. Come on in." I say, towards the hallway again. And then the door creaks open. I'm met with puppy dog eyes. He stands there in his Bluey t-shirt and very soggy diaper, still looking sleepy from his nap.
"Have a nice nap, babydoll? I think it's time for a change. Let's get you cleaned up before your babysitter gets here, Mommy needs to finish getting ready for her date." I tell him, coming up to give his diaper a squeeze. I can feel just how excited he got from watching me, poor baby. The look he gives me is priceless, knowing he won't actually get any big boy time with me.
"Cade, I'm so sorry, I never meant for you to know about that stuff. I'll clear out the room for you." I tell him, sincerely sorry he found out about whatever he thinks it all is.
"Sunshine, you've got nothing to apologize for. I thought you were hiding something bad. I'm sorry I didn't respect your privacy more. There's no need to clear it out, I'll sleep in your room instead and you can have your... Nursery." He tells me, voice steady. His lips turn up a little at the end.
"Cade! I can't sleep in there!" I protest. I can't believe he would suggest that.
"Why not...? Don't you have a crib for a reason?" He asks, sounding confused.
"I-its-no- I can't!" I say.
"I'm confused now. Is that not your room?" He asks, looking at me like I'm crazy.
"Well yeah... It's my playroom." I say quietly.
"Then you'll sleep in there, problem solved. Understood?" He says. The look on his face dares me to argue it.
*Gulp*
"Yes, Sir." I mumble out.
Something shifts under me and my eyes go wide when I realized his reaction to calling him that. He didn't seem like he pick up on it though.
"We'll talk more in detail about all of that soon enough but I want you to know I don't judge you for it and I'm not upset with you. I need you to understand that." He tells me seriously. I nod as he watches my reaction and then raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, Sir. I understand." I tell him. There's that shift again but I don't react. Cade likes being called Sir, I'm sure I can have some fun with that later on.
"Good. Now let's discuss why you're not answering calls." He redirects, getting back to the reason he's here.
"Ugh. I just don't feel like talking to people. Mom is so overbearing and she gives me anxiety every time we talk. I avoid most calls for that reason." I tell him, annoyance clear in my tone.
He nods in understanding. He is very aware that she's not the easiest person to deal with.
"While I can understand that you at least need to send a text here and there so she knows you're okay. Can you handle that? At least twice a month." He reasons with me.
"Yes, Sir. I can handle that." I tell him.
I probably didn't need to say sir that time but I'm liking the reaction.
"Great. Now about these classes...." He trails off, waiting for a full explanation.
"It's not as bad as it sounds Cade, I swear! It's true that I haven't been going but I'm not behind. I study at home and have asked for some work to be sent home. I have a friend send me notes on days I'm not there. I can show you my grades to prove it. I just get burnt out and overwhelmed with in person classes from time to time. But I promise I keep my grades up." I explain.
"I'm happy to hear your grades aren't slipping. Show me you can text your mom and then show me your grades." He says, letting me up to get my phone.
I time my 'yes sir' for after I'm standing just to see that I wasn't imagining things on his lap. Cade adjusts his pants and gives me a deadpan stare not to mention it. I hide my satisfaction.
I show him my apology text to my mom along with my grades. I only have one that I'd like to bring up a little so he seemed satisfied.
"Thank you, Sunshine. I'm glad we got that out of the way. Here's how this is going to work. You give me your school and work schedule and I'll be driving you to and from. This is not up for discussion. Anything extra is your own free time as long as you're attending class and work, you keep your grades up and you keep up good behavior. This isn't a prison sentence. You can still go out with friends or whatever it is that you do instead of going to classes." He tells me.
My face heats up. Going out with friends is not what I did instead of class. He doesn't need to know that though.
"Are we clear on all of that, Sunshine?" He asks.
"Yes, Sir. Crystal." I say, watching for his reaction but he doesn't give me one
"Excellent. Now let's talk about your playroom and what that entails. Come sit on the couch with me, I'm not going to bite." He says, patting the couch next to him and offering up one of my plush blankets.
I was sent to my room to wait for my punishment like a "good girl". Funny, considering I've been nothing close to good the past two days. Instead of adding to his frustration, I stay waiting like I'm supposed to. I wait for what feels like an hour but is probably more like 15 minutes. I hear his heavy footsteps as he makes his way upstairs. I cringe, knowing what's coming shortly. I see him out of my peripheral vision but don't look up. I see him put his whiskey glass down and hear him adjusting his shirt sleeves before approaching me. His warm hand rests on my lower back as he starts talking. He goes over the long list of infractions I'm about to answer for. I was told to set the paddle out but he always starts with his hand and then moves to his belt and then finishes with pulling me over his knee to drive his point home with that stupid ouchy paddle. After he gives out the full punishment and my face is streaked with tears, he rubs some lotion into the welts. Unfortunately I know it's not fully over because I hear the click of the lube cap before the cold plug is pushing into me. And of course, he would never pass up an opportunity to switch out my panties for a pull-up. Once it's all over with, he pulls me in to cuddle on his chest in bed while he plays with my hair and waits for the tears to stop.
So, I have an amazing husband. He's my best friend, my travel partner, my favorite person. I could go on and on but in short, I really couldn't ask for a better man. So, what's the problem, right? Everything sounds perfect.
Our marriage has been wonderful so far. We don't argue much, we usually see eye to eye on the important things in life and we tell each other everything. Well... We tell each other almost everything. I have been just fine keeping my one secret to myself. Years of practice and it's manageable on my own. The guilt is a bit of a problem though, I feel so guilty not telling him. I want him to share his secrets, so it's not fair that I keep my biggest one to myself.
He would be crushed if he knew how long I've hid it. He is one of the most understanding people I know, I trust him completely, but I can't bring myself to spill it all. Sometimes I even think he knows there is something I haven't shared. Every once in a while, he looks at me differently, like he's waiting for me to give in finally, that's it's okay to tell him. Maybe I'm crazy.
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Aiden comes home from work and kisses me on his way to set his things down.
"Hey Baby, you all packed for vacation?" He asks.
"Almost, I just have a few last-minute items to throw in the suitcase. Dinner is almost done. We can eat and then I'll finish so we can hit the road." I tell him.
"Few more things? I can grab them for you. I'll grab everything and then come eat shortly. " He offers.
"No no, I'll get them!" I say hurriedly.
"Ah, well okay then. I'll be back in a few. " He says before turning to head upstairs.
I know he is wondering why I'm not fully ready to go, but of course I can't say what I spent most of the day doing. I cleaned everything up before he got home just in time.
I finish up dinner and set the table but Caleb hasn't come back down, which is odd. I head up to check on him.
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"Hey Hun, everything okay up here? Dinner is do- Uh what's going on?" I ask, throat going dry.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that, Baby? Let's have a little chat." He says in a tone too even for the items he's holding in his hand.
He sounds calm but also annoyed, honestly not as surprised as I thought he would be.
"Dinner is goi-" I start before he cuts me off.
"Dinner is going to wait. You're going to explain to me what you've been hiding from me for over 4 years." He cuts me off abruptly.
"Aiden I'm so sorry, I can explain, I promise! I didn't want to hurt you and I didn't know how to tell you!" I apologize and try to soften the blow.
"Hurt me? Keeping important things from me hurts me. I'm a pretty understanding person and you know that; you shouldn't have kept it from me like this. Now I will let you explain it all but before you do, I've known you've kept a secret and I've seen traces but couldn't put the pieces together. You are a very sneaky little girl, so go on and tell me all of the details about your secret and how you've hid it from me. You have my undivided attention." He says, leaving the floor open for me to explain.
I spill it all. Down to the nitty gritty details. The tears start almost immediately, I've never felt so ashamed of myself. He doesn't interrupt or judge me; he just watches me and listens intently. The diapers he found sat on the bed next to him the whole time taunting me.
When I finish, he waits a minute before saying "Show me all of it."
I'm pretty sure I turned an impossible shade of red, I was burning up from embarrassment. I didn't make a move at first, frozen in place under his stare.
"I'm only going to ask one more time before I go looking myself. Show me all of it, now Jenna" He says, leaving no room for me to hide anything else.
All I can do is nod and start showing him all my hidden compartments throughout the bedrooms. All of it's collected in our bedroom within minutes, all laid out on our bed.
"Thank you for explaining it all and showing me, I know that was extremely hard for you. Did it ever occur to you that I might like your secret though?" He asks, watching for my reaction.
I just shake my head and can't make eye contact.
"You have better manners than that, look at me while I'm speaking to you." He demands.
A bit shocked at his words and tone, I look up to meet his eyes. I can't read him at the moment, I've never seen his disappointed yet stern look like this.
"Thank you. Come here, I'm not mad about your secret baby. I'm disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." He pulls me in for a tight hug and I can feel that he is telling the truth.
We hug for a long time just holding each other and the tears just quietly stream down my face. I'm sure we're both flooded with an overload of emotions.
"Here's what's going to happen, you're going to go reheat dinner and let me know when it's done. I'm going to pack my stuff up. We will have dinner and leave as normal, and we can talk more if you want or leave it for tonight and talk later. We'll still enjoy our vacation and everything will be okay, I'll always love you no matter what." He finishes off softly with a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.
You know that sinking feeling when you start regretting your choices? Yeah... After being a brat for days and pushing every button possible, I'm regretting the punishment coming my way. Being sent to my room to wait for my punishment of a spanking and an early bedtime is not how I wanted to spend my Friday night. It's still light out and watching the people who get to enjoy the evening, having drinks and enjoying each other's company instead of getting a childish punishment is already making me wish I would have been better behaved.
"Cade? What are you doing here?" I ask, shocked that he's here at my door.
"I got a call from your mom. You were not answering your phone and I've been informed that you've been skipping classes. We're gonna have a little chat." He informs me, very clearly not thrilled.
"I'm not interested in chatting. You can tell her I'm fine. I've got things to do." I tell him as I'm closing the door.
He stops the door from closing with his boot
"Not so fast, Sunshine. I will be coming in for a chat. Don't tell me I already need to remind you of your manners." He warns me.
I roll my eyes but open the door for him reluctantly. The sooner this is over the better. He gives me a look telling me my eye roll didn't go unnoticed. Unfortunately Cade was really strict about manners and respect growing up since I was such a brat and my mom never did anything about it. As my older step brother, he stepped in for her.
"I've only skipped a few classes Cade. Things got busy, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again and I'll give mom a call." I explain.
He watches me as I explained myself and I can't help but fidget. He's always had a piercing stare.
"*Tsk tsk* I was really hoping you'd do better, Sunshine. I went easy on you last year when things were "busy" for you. I can't do that again. Your mom pays for college so you can live comfortably here and I don't think you appreciate that enough." He scolds me, holding that intense stare.
"That's ridiculous, of course I appreciate it!" I argue. I'm appalled that he'd say something like that.
"If you did I wouldn't be here right now. Since you can't manage your life on your own I'll be staying with you to help keep you in line. Show me your spare room." He says, raising his voice and making me flinch.
I can feel the color drain from my face and my eyes go wide. No no no. This is my worst nightmare.
"Cade, please don't do this. I promise I'll be really good about everything, please don't stay. I'll call everyday and show proof of going to classes!"
I rush out, panic lacing my words.I can tell my reaction caught him off guard because his eyes soften and he hesitates.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. This has to happen. I promised I'd look after you and I think you need some guidance. I promise you'll still have your space and I'm not staying forever." He says, trying to soften the blow.
I can tell he won't change his mind and the tears start to fall. Genuine concern is written all over his face.
"I understand but may I please have a day before you move in?" I ask, trying to salvage this situation.
"I don't think so, you clearly need me here. I can find your spare room, Sunshine, I don't need anything but a bed and a bathroom. No need to clean or anything." He says, like it's no big deal.
He starts for the hallway and I shout.
"No!! No wait. Please let me clean it up first." I beg.
It clicks. He realizes I'm hiding something and his gaze hardens, obviously thinking the worst about whatever it is. I watch as he turns the knob for the spare room and all I can do is sob. That's my little playroom. After shortly examining the room he calmly walks back over to me and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me to the couch and positions us so he's holding me in his lap. He rocks me and shushes me to relax but he lets me cry it out. After what feels like ages, my cries and sniffles die down. I lift my face from his chest and look up at him. He looks upset.
The blush creeps in with the chills that run down my spine and I would love to just hide under my blanket and erase him seeing me like this.
"Jus paying wif toys" I say around my pacifier, knowing I'm really not allowed to take it out unless an adult does. I'm pretty sure he knows this, Daddy must have told him which is probably why he's smirking as he looks down on me.
"Can I sit with you while you play? I'm just stopping in to pick up some stuff from your Daddy." He gives my cheek a light pinch with a twinkle in his eye and then goes in for tickles!
The giggles get louder and louder as I try to squirm away from his fingers dancing up and down my sides holding me in place.
"Nooo! Stoppp! Pwease pwease, too much!! I ca- I'm gon-." I start to tear up involuntary and look away quickly so he doesn't see as I try to squirm out of reach.
"Oh no, I'm sorry sweetie, did I hurt you?"
I can tell he's actually concerned, looking me over as if he could find an injury.
*Shakes head no*
"Are you sure? You got upset while I was tickling you, can you tell me what's wrong?"
*Shakes head no*
"Come here babydoll, come sit with me. I didn't mean to upset you." *Pats his knee and hold his arms out*
I can't resist his cuddles and he knows it. I try to get rid of the tears and hope he doesn't notice them.. or the accident caused by the tickling.
"There we go, now let's hear why my pretty girl was crying."
No, he wasn't supposed to see! I can't tell him why, I'm ready to start crying all over again.
As I'm trying to look away he grabs my jaw and keeps me facing him. His eyes show just how much he loves the power over me.
"Da tickwles" I say around the paci while he grips my jaw.
"What about them babydoll?"
He watches intently and curiously as the blush creeps back in, my eyes water a bit, I can't help but suck on my paci a little harder and I have the look of utter humiliation shown all over my face.
It clicks. His eyes sparkle before the smirk forms and he chuckles as he releases my jaw only to lift up my dress. I try to squirm away but it's pointless. He lifts my dress and pulls down my diaper cover to find all of my stars smudged and faded. That's all he needs to see to know what happened. The tears fall again.
"Aw sweetie, it's okay it's okay, I know it was just an accident there's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is why your Daddy keeps you in diapers, it's just in case you have an accident while Uncle Caleb is tickling you." *winks*
"Noo, I'm a big giwl!"
He pulls me into a big hug as he pats my bottom and slowly starts to rock me in his lap. I immediately start to relax and I think he notices because he doesn't let go until the tears stop and I'm relaxed with my head in the crook of his neck.
"Your Daddy will be out of the shower shortly sweetie, he'll get you all cleaned up soon I promise. I'll even tell him it was an accident because of me. Couldn't let my pretty girl get in trouble, huh?"
I giggled and shook my head
"Okay babydoll, down you go *sets me on my mat at his feet* can you color Uncle Caleb a pretty picture to hang up? I'm gonna go get your diaper supplies ready for your Daddy and see what's taking him so long."
"Hey kiddo, what's the matter?" He asks, sounding concerned and watching me closely.
"Oh.. um.. nothing." I say quietly, trying to sit still.
"Aw come on, something has you all fidgety. You can tell me." He says sweetly.
"I don't think I should say." I barely get out, looking away as I do.
"Well your Daddy left me in charge so that means if anything is wrong then I'm the one you tell, okay?" He says, still sounding sweet but more firm.
"Um okay... I've got a tingly feeling." I rush out, blushing.
"Oh? What kind of feeling? Does it hurt?" He asks, mock concern in his tone.
"No no, it doesn't hurt. It's uhm.. like a good feeling but naughty." I say, hoping this will be enough.
"Oh, naughty girl tingles? Are the tingles between your legs sweetie?" He asks with more mock concern.
*Nods*
"Good girl for telling me! We might be able to make those tingles go away, how about you come sit on my lap while I tell your Daddy about your little confession." He says, sounding overly cheerful.
*Whines into his shoulder*
"No need for that silly girl, your Daddy won't be mad. He know you get those naughty girl tingles all the time."
A huge smile forms on his face and I can tell Daddy gave him whatever green light he was looking for.
"Let's take care of those tingles together sweetie, open your legs nice and wide and lean back on my chest. Good, now just relax for me."
A small whimper escapes my lips when his fingers move aside my soaked diaper and brush against my pussy, feeling I'm soaked in more ways than one.
"Hey man, are you a clean freak or something? You're constantly washing your sheets and hogging the washer and dryer." I ask.
"What? No I'm not. I'm not a clean freak, nor am I hogging anything, must just be bad timing." He says defensively.
"Don't even try that with me, Jakey. You know I see right through the bullshit." I scold.
"I- it's- I'm not bullshitting you. And my name is Jake for the millionth time." He mumbles out, clearly upset.
"That's enough. Either come clean about it or I'll find out for myself the hard way." I tell him, sternly.
Poor guy, his lip quivers and his eyes go wide. I almost feel bad.
"I don't wanna tell you, Ethan." He whimpers out.
"I can see that... Unfortunately you don't have much of a choice. You can be a big boy and tell me." I tell him.
"Don't talk to me like that! I'm not a little kid." He protests.
"Then stop acting like one. Spit it out." I snap back.
"Fine! I have accidents." He rushes out quickly.
"Accidents...?" I ask slowly.
"Yes. Happy? Now you know. Leave me alone." He snaps.
"Jakey, we need to talk about this. What kind of accidents?" I ask calmly.
*Shakes head*
"Come on, maybe I can help you." I say encouragingly.
"Absolutely not! This is ridiculous!" He shouts, face beat red.
"It's actually not. My little brother and sister used to have accidents up until their teens, I might be able to help you." I try to reason with him.
"I'm an adult, this is different! I don't want help." He tries to defend.
"So you want to keep having your little accidents then? Alrighty." I say.
"No! They'll stop, I'm sure of it." He says firmly.
"Well if you don't want help, you must want to keep waking up with soaked sheets. New rule for the house: No sitting on communal furniture without protection until the accidents stop. I'm not interested in replacing everything." I tell him.
"Ethan!" He basically shouts.
"I'm sorry, that's how it has to be." I say.
"What kind of protection? This is insane." He asks, cringing because I think he knows what I'm about to say.
"What's insane is you not wanting help. Protection like... Puppy pads, pull-ups of even diapers." I tell him honestly.
*Tears start streaming down his face*
"Oh Jakey, there's nothing to cry about. Just think about it like I'm your big brother who is also your flatmate. I'm looking out for you, not trying to embarrass you. I'm not going to tell anyone about it, this is just between the two of us." I try to console him.
"You're not going to tell?" He asks, hope seeping into his tone.
"No, buddy I'm not. Your secret is safe with me. And I hate to bring it up now but I think I know part of the cause of your accidents. It looks to me like stress and getting worked up is part of the issue..." I say gently.
"No no no, not again! Ethan I didn't mean to, I swear!" He exclaims between tears.
"I know you didn't, buddy. Here's what's going to happen, you're going to collect yourself and clean up your accident and then take a nice long shower. Wait in your room when you're done. I'm going to run to the store and get some things to help with this. Be good, I'll be back soon" I tell him. I grab my keys and wallet and make sure he makes it into the bathroom before I head out for some long overdue supplies....
"Oh my, what do we have here?" Caleb says from the doorway. His words ring in my ears.
Oh no... No no no. I had 3 more hours until he came home. This can't be happening.
"I thought I would surprise you with getting off early and well, I suppose I did surprise you. Care to explain what I just walked in on?" He asks, sounding unlike his usual self.
"I- you- it's not what it looks like. Let me clean up and I'll explain" I stammer out.
"No, you're going to explain just like that." He says sternly.
"No, please, I'll tell you everything after I'm more... Presentable" I try to reason with him.
"You're perfectly presentable, you're not leaving this room until you explain everything." He says, blocking the doorway.
"Fuck. This is not how I wanted you to find out nor is this how I wanted to explain it to you." I sighed out.
"So you were planning on telling me then?" He asks, sounding shocked.
"Well.. not exactly. I was hoping I wouldn't have to." I admit.
"Tsk tsk. Getting off to a bad start. I don't tolerate keeping things from each other." He scolds.
*Gulp*
"You know, I had suspicions that you were keeping something hidden but I trusted you and didn't dig. Now, I come home and find you dressed up as a little toddler. I'm very curious to hear your explanation as to why." He says, almost sounding amused.
"I didn't want anyone to know, I'm sorry I kept it from you. It's a really embarrassing fetish I've had ever since I can remember. I keep it private for a reason." I explain.
"I can appreciate that, to a point. We're married now though, you're supposed to open up about these things. Now, tell me what you like about this little fetish you have." He prompts me.
"Um... It's just... I like feeling little. I like feeling little a baby, or a toddler or a little girl. It's a way I can decompress." I admit, trying to keep it vague.
"Hmm... Is it non sexual?" He asks.
"Oh- um- well not exactly. It's sexual too" I say, reluctantly.
"I see, so you get off on pretending to be a little girl and you also decompress from it?" He asks way too bluntly. My ears are burning from embarrassment.
"Yeah I guess so" I admit.
"Did you think I would shame you or be upset?" He asks.
"Yes" I whisper.
*Sigh* "I'm disappointed you didn't tell me but I'm not upset about what you like and I wouldn't shame you for it. Besides, you do look cute like this." He tells me, relaxing his tone.
"Now that we've talked, may I please go change and then I'll get started on dinner?" I ask, trying to get out of this situation.
"We're nowhere near done with this discussion, little girl. I'll cook tonight so you can... Decompress. You can sit at the island while I cook and we'll talk all of this through. I'm going to change out of my work clothes, pop a squat at the island with your coloring supplies that you tried to hide." He tells me without breaking eye contact until I nod. He heads towards the bedroom and I do what he said.
........
Caleb
I can't help but chuckle to myself on my way to the bedroom. I finally caught her in the act. I've been waiting months for the timing to line up. My little wife thought her secret was safe until now but I found out months ago. She threw one of her little T-shirts with Disney princesses on it in the hamper by mistake and I happened to do the laundry. I started digging from there and worked out the majority of what I needed to know. She doesn't need to know that yet though.
"Logan! Where the hell are my panties at?! This isn't funny anymore, I want them back!!" I screamed through the house.
I hear chuckling and then there he is leaning on the door frame looking oh so smug. I'm tearing through drawers while he just stands there and watches.
"I have a very important dinner tonight and I need my panties! Why are you just standing there, help me find them!" I yell at him.
"You won't find them anywhere, darling. They're long gone, your new panties are put away in your drawer. You should be thanking me for letting you wear big girl pull-ups. I could keep you in your nighttime diapers all the time instead."
I freeze at his words. I'm livid and have had enough of his shit.
"Logan... I swear to God if you don't give me my panties back I'm going to -"
"You're going to what, Emmy? Throw more tantrums? Have more accidents? Slam more doors? Go ahead, show me just how immature you can be." He dares me and I flinch at his words.
"Don't call me Emmy, you know I don't like it. And I'm not throwing a tantrum, I have every right to be mad about you taking my panties. I only had a few accidents, I don't need those things instead of panties." I say, standing my ground.
"Emmy is an appropriate name for a little girl, I know that's what you were called growing up. Now it suits you again since you're back to having accidents and being put back into pull-ups and diapers. Your panties are really gone sweetheart. Pullups are your new 'big girl' panties. Consider yourself very lucky. I know you have an important dinner, now you'll be well protected so you won't embarrass yourself by creating little puddles everywhere. I suggest you start getting ready before you're late."
"Logan! This is absolute bullshit, just give me back my panties!" I yell at him.
"Yell at me one more time and you'll be going to dinner with a very sore bottom under your pull up. Your panties are gone, that's enough of a tantrum for one night. Go get ready and I'll drive you. Now, Emmy." He tells me sternly in a tone I've never heard before. It's the kind of tone that makes it hard to disobey. The look he's giving me with it makes my cheeks heat and my words to cease.
I realize I'm not winning this tonight. I'm still seething but clearly he's not playing around and I don't have time so I'll pick this back up later. I glare at him while he watches me dress. He gives me an indifferent look, like he's not impressed with my behavior. After he makes sure I did actually put the pull-up on, he leaves the room and waits for me downstairs. As promised, he's waiting with the car keys to drive me.
"Do you need to use the potty before we leave, Emmy?" He asks me.
I grit my teeth together but manage to answer without losing it."No, I don't need to go." I state coldly.
"Alright then, let's get you to dinner." He says, walking out the door.
"Logan, can we please discuss this more in detail tomorrow?" I ask him.
"Sure, Emmy, we can talk about it and I'll explain how things are going to go from here on out while you work out your little problem. But let's not worry about that anymore tonight. I want you to have a nice time with your girlfriends at dinner. Let me know when you're wrapping up and I'll swing by to pick you up afterwards." He tells me. I want to argue but I know it's useless right now so I just nod and get out of the car quickly.
I text Logan to head my way as we're paying the bill. I ended up having so much fun tonight and the drinks here are amazing. I may have had a few too many and I know I will have to pee soon but it's such a short ride home, I'll be fine.
"How was your night, sweetie?" Logan asks as we head home.
I told him how great the food and drinks were and how nice it was catching up with my friends for the rest of the drive. I ignored the feeling of needing to pee. I'll definitely make it since we're pulling in.
"I'm so glad you had a great night. Let's go get ready for bed, go wait for me on the bench please and I'll be up shortly." Logan tells me and I cringe as I head up the stairs. He wants to put one of those ridiculous diapers on me for bed but I'm in the mood to play after those drinks. I bet I can change his mind...
Instead of waiting on the bench, I'm waiting on my knees for him. He freezes when he walks in and looks amused. "Whatcha doing there, Emmy?" He asks with a smile. Ugh. I hate that name.
"I was hoping I could thank you properly for driving me tonight." I purr.
"Not tonight, Emmy. Let's get you ready for bed." He says sweetly. I'm fuming and shocked at the same time.
"Why not, Logan? I'm really in the mood to play tonight." I plead.
"No, Emmy. You're in a soaked pull-up right now and you need your nighttime diaper on. We're not playing like that." He tells me flatly. I'm so embarrassed by being rejected, that's never happened before. My eyes water.
"M-my pull-up is dry, I swear!" I protest. He gives me a pitying look.
"No, Emmy. Your pull-up is soaked through to your jeans. I'm not interested in playing while you're covered in pee. Now let me get you cleaned up and into your nighttime diaper. You'll feel all better when you're clean and dry, sweetie." He reassures me. I can't stop the tears, I'm so embarrassed. He just lets me cry.
Only once I'm taped into this thick diaper does he start to comfort me. He coaxes me into bed with him and holds me while I sob.
"I know, Emmy. Just let it all out, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you while we get through this. I still love you, sweetie." He reassures me as he kisses me on the forehead.
I knew as soon as I woke up that I had another accident in the middle of the night. My diaper was soaked between my legs and the feeling made me remember everything from the night before. I was already blushing from the memory, I hate that I keep having these accidents. I feel Logan stir awake next to me and I freeze. I didn't want him knowing about my accident already. Maybe I can sneak to the bathroom before he's fully awake.
I made it halfway across the bedroom before he stopped me.
"Emmy, get back to bed. I already know you had an accident, no point in trying to hide it. Besides, you know better than to change your diaper. That's my job." He scolds me and I'm instantly irritated. I'm not interested in another disaster of a day though so I just get back in bed with him. I can't help cringing at the squishy feeling between my legs though. He pulls me in for cuddles, patting my diaper and then doing a quick to assess the damage.
“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like that! What were you thinking Audrey?! We have been over this way too many times now. I’m very disappointed in you tonight. I want you to go wait in the restroom and think about what just happened while I say goodbye to my colleagues, I will come get you shortly.” I scold her, so frustrated that she let this happen again. She sniffles and brushes the tears away before she hangs her head and walks off to the restroom like she was told. I know I was a little hard on her but she needs to understand this isn’t something to brush off. She’s 26 and having accidents in her pants like a little girl. I tried to get her to wear a pullup tonight for the event so this could have all been avoided but she obviously lied about listening to my instructions.
The drive home is quiet aside from her sniffles. I know she’s upset so I’m giving her the time to calm down. She stiffens as we pull into the drive, remembering what’s next.
“Okay, Audrey… go wait in your corner upstairs. I’ll be up shortly.” I instruct her. She visibly cringes but doesn’t say anything as she makes her way upstairs.
The punishments and lectures aren’t working for her. They help with certain things but her accidents haven’t improved. I think it’s time to try a different tactic since scolding and basic punishments aren’t working. If she wants to act like a little girl, I’ll treat her like one. Maybe a childish treatment will be a better approach like I was reading about. About a month ago I bought a sample pack of adult diapers as a backup threat for her. I haven’t brought them up yet and I think I need to do more than threaten her with them.
She’s waiting with her nose in the corner like she was told and I can’t help but smile. I come in and start taking my tie and cufflinks off, not addressing her yet. I watch her fidget in anticipation. Finally, I let out a sigh and she goes still.
“Come on over, sweetie, we need to have a chat.” I tell her. She turns, tears still in her eyes. She’s pitiful but so cute like this. She walks up to me sitting on the bed, knowing she has to stand so she doesn’t dirty the bed. I start undoing her dress pants for her, noting how soaked they are. After peeling her wet pants and panties off along with her blouse, she stands in front of me naked. I know she’s embarrassed because she’s blushing like crazy and chewing on her lip.
“I know I was harsh earlier at the event and I’m truly sorry for upsetting you. I shouldn’t have been so mean, I’m sorry sweetie. I’m not happy about your little accident but I should have handled it better. You know this can’t keep happening though, big girls shouldn’t be having accidents like this. You’re 26 but keep wetting your pants and ending up over my knee and getting corner time like a little girl. Do you like this kind of treatment, sweetie? Are you having accidents on purpose for this attention?” I ask like I’m actually talking to a little girl.
Her eyes go wide in shock at my questions. “N-no! Of course not, Cole! I don’t like any of this, I can’t help the accidents. I’m really sorry for embarrassing you but none of this is necessary and I’m trying to get a handle on them.” She apologizes to me.
“You can’t help the accidents, sweetie?” I ask softly. She shakes her head no with a sad look on her face.
“Okay then, I think I have something that will help you after your spanking. Yes, you’re still getting one. Come on over my lap, it’ll be over before you know it.” I tell her, not giving her a chance to ask questions or argue. Her spanking goes as it always does, she cries and begs for me to stop, promising she’ll be good and do better. I soothe her afterwards, holding her and rubbing her back, praising her.
“You did such a good job sweetie. I need to grab something for you, go back to your corner for me.” I say softly, kissing her on the forehead. She listens, siffling over to the corner.
I wonder how she’s going to act when I bring out her new underwear…
