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Diaper Check, Please
🕑 Added 2020-09-26 18:00:04 +0000 UTC“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” Emily said, smirking down at her boyfriend.
Henry felt very vulnerable beneath her. It wasn’t that she’d never seen him naked, of course - they’d been dating for years, and knew just about every inch of each other’s bodies. Something about laying totally nude on a plastic mat on the floor, while she stood over him fully clothed and looking ready to take on the world, just made him feel particularly small and helpless.
She hadn’t even put him in a diaper yet.
“You say you want to do twenty-four seven, no control, well then… here’s my conditions. Once we start, you can’t chicken out a couple days in. Thirty days, minimum, and then we’ll decide where to go from there. If you decide to use a safe word, then I’ll decide I don’t want to put you in diapers anymore. Understood?”
Henry nodded up at her.
“Second, you only change when I say. You don’t ask for a change unless it’s an emergency, or if you’re going to leak. I’ll change you whenever I’m home, if you need to change yourself, you get permission first.”
Again, Henry could only nod. As helpless as he felt beneath her, he would have agreed to just about anything.
“Third, you don’t get to play with yourself. Once you’re in your diapers, the only one who gets to make you squirt in them is me. Got it?” Emily raised an eyebrow, looking down at her boyfriend, practically daring him to refuse.
“Okay,” he said, not even courageous enough to grumble about it.
“And, lastly. I will ask to check your diaper whenever I want to. You will stop what you’re doing and show me immediately, and if your diaper is clean and dry, you get a spanking. If you refuse the check, you get a spanking. If I catch you trying to use your diaper right then so it isn’t totally dry, you get a spanking and a time out. I can’t make you lose your potty training, but I can make sure you’re not holding it. Are you clear on the rules, baby?”
Henry swallowed. This was what he’d wanted, but having it all laid out still made him scared. There was just one thing he had to say. “Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Alright then. Bottoms up, and let’s get you into a diaper for bed, alright?”
…
The first two days, Emily played nice. Diaper checks came consistently, except when she wrinkled her nose and found that Henry was remarkably stinky in the diaper department and would benefit from a change sooner rather than later.
When he was at work, diaper check requests would get texted his way over his lunch break, and she was even kind of enough to let him play with the vibrator in the evening.
On the third day, she changed the game.
Henry had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing nothing but his fresh diaper, waddling around their apartment’s kitchen as he made them breakfast. Emily came in, still in her pajamas, and raised an eyebrow as she looked him up and down.
“Diaper check, baby,” she said, as he was fiddling with the toaster.
He frowned, turning to face her. “Emi- er, Mommy, I just put this diaper on.”
She stepped forward, squeezing the crotch of his diaper. He stood, paralyzed by her touch, helpless to do anything as she reached around and felt the back of the padding. “Hmm. Totally dry, not even a little messy. Someone is asking for a spanking.”
“That’s not fair!” Henry protested.
She just looked at him, deadpan. “I never said how long the spanking was going to be, baby, but if you’re going to fuss…”
“I-” he stammered. “But-”
“Bend over.”
Her tone broached no argument. He leaned over the counter, giving Emily direct access to his backside.
Tugging down the diaper, she raised her hand. “Breathe, baby.”
He took in a breath, ready.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.
Five quick spankings, and the diaper came back up. “Alright, I think that’s enough. Will you be a good baby from now on?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good.” She helped him stand up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Now why don’t you be a dear and make mommy some breakfast, okay?”
…
At work, Henry was having an easy day. Jobs were a little slow, and there wasn’t much paperwork cycling through his desktop for him to manage. Since changing over lunch, he hadn’t used his diaper again, but he didn’t think it would be much of a problem. He’d go on the drive home, and-
His phone buzzed.
Curious, he checked the notification.
A text from Emily. ‘Diaper check, baby. And there’s a surprise, soon.’
He blushed, looking around. His cubicle was deserted, but… he was dry. Even if he unzipped his jeans to get a photo, he’d still fail the check.
So, instead, he just texted back, ‘I’m dry. :( Sorry, Mommy.’
No response.
When he got home, though, she was waiting for him. As soon as he stepped through the door, she grabbed his ear, dragging him towards the couch.
“Ow, ow-” he yelped, struggling to keep up.
“When I say I want to see your diaper, you will obey!” Emily snapped, pushing him over the armrest of the couch. “What about that don’t you understand?”
“I’m sorry!” he whimpered. “I didn’t- since I was going to fail anyways, I thought-”
She paused for a moment. “Baby, you disobeyed the rules. You’re going to get a spanking now. Okay?”
He held his breath, nodding. Inside his soggy diaper, he was hard, and loving the control that Emily had taken.
It wasn’t a simple five spanks this time. She kept his diaper up, but her hand came down twenty or thirty times, hard, making him squirm in discomfort as his skin grew red and tender.
When she was done, she pulled him up into a hug. “Now, are you going to keep back-talking to mommy?”
“No…” he shook his head. “I promise.”
She kissed him on the forehead. “Good.”
…
He didn’t get to play with the vibrator that night. In fact, he didn’t get to play with it for the next four days. The frustration grew, but he new better than to bring it up.
Emily also continued to be inconsistent with the diaper checks. Aside from the usual change just before bedtime, there was no schedule to it. Sometimes she’d ask just after a change, guaranteeing a spanking, other times she’d go six or seven hours without a peep, until his diaper was so full and heavy that it threatened to make his pants sag.
Then came the encounter in the grocery store.
“Diaper checks,” she said, as they were looking at cereals.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He blushed, looking around. Nobody else was in the aisle. In fact, the store was mostly empty, but… he was dry. She’d changed him just before they came here, and he hadn’t had much water to drink that day.
Remembering what had happened last time he refused a check, he blushed, unzipped his jeans, and tugged them down just a couple inches so she could see the white, dry padding.
“Alright then, mister. You’re coming with me.”
Taking him by the wrist, she pulled him away from their cart, towards the restrooms in the back. Yelping, Henry pulled up his pants with his free arm, having to keep a hand on them since he couldn’t zip them back up.
Dragging him into the family restroom, Emily locked the doors. “Bend over.”
He blushed and obeyed, letting go of his jeans so that they fell to the floor around his ankles.
Five spanks on the seat of his diaper were all. Barely enough enough to be uncomfortable, it was more a warning than anything else.
“Now,” Emily said. “As soon as we leave this bathroom, I’m going to check your diaper. If you’re still being naughty, your next spanking won’t be nearly so lenient.”
“But…” Henry stammered. “I don’t need to go.”
“Not even a little?” Emily raised her eyebrow. “I highly doubt that.”
It was only half true. He didn’t need to pee, but… his belly was gurgling, and there was something else he could do.
“But… we’re in public, and-”
“We’ll use self check out right away and go home,” Emily said. “Now, baby, it’s alright. Just squat and push.”
Henry was in a real hurry to leave the grocery store that day, and they had their windows rolled down on the drive home.
She still didn’t let him play with the vibrator.
...
As he was brushing his teeth to get ready for bed a couple nights later, he felt a cramp in his belly. Knowing that Emily always checked him before bed, he didn’t feel much trepidation in bending his knees slightly, bracing himself against the sink and pushing.
Warm mush filled his diaper, solid and heavy enough to make it sag.
Emily giggled.
Henry straightened, turning to face her. He hadn’t noticed her watching from the bathroom door, and turned bright pink. Even as close as they were, that was still a little personal.
“M-mommy,” he stammered. “I-”
“Make sure you get your back teeth,” she said, simply, walking past him to get her own toothbrush.
“Aren’t you going to, um…”
She raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Not wanting to get in trouble, he shook his head. “Never mind.”
Giggling again, Emily said, “That’s what I thought.”
They finished their evening rituals, and all the while Henry waited for her to say something, but she didn’t until they were both in bed, under the covers.
Finally, she wrinkled her nose. “Baby, you stink. Did you have a poopy accident?”
He blushed. “Yes, mommy… can I go change?”
She faced him, pursing her lips. “That wasn’t a diaper check, baby. You aren’t supposed to ask me that.”
“I…” he swallowed. “Sorry, I misunderstood.”
“You stink too much for me to get any rest,” Emily decided. “I think you should go sleep in the guest bedroom, otherwise your smelly diaper will keep me up all night.”
Henry blinked. They barely used the guest bedroom, except when he needed a satellite office to work from home - he hadn’t even been in there for the past week. “What?”
“You heard me.” Pushing off the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. “Come with me. I’m going to put you to bed somewhere that your diaper won’t bother me.”
He wasn’t sure how to take that, except to follow, waddling slightly as his diaper squelched underneath his pajamas.
As she led him into the guest bedroom, his eyes widened with excitement.
“When did you get a crib?” he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
“It showed up while you were at work,” Emily beamed. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
It was sized for an adult, painted with baby blues, a plastic sheet covering the bed. While the rest of the guest bedroom wasn’t much of a nursery, Emily had plugged in a nightlight that projected little images of lambs onto the wall, and put a baby monitor on the floor by the crib. She’d even put a teddy bear inside the crib, so he’d have something to cuddle.
Henry wanted to jump for joy. Turning, he kissed Emily, squeezing her in an excited hug.
“Let’s get you tucked in, Baby,” Emily said, once they pulled apart for breath. Nose wrinkled, she added, “And I’m going to get an air freshener for the room.”
…
Henry didn’t sleep all that well, but he didn’t care. Tossing and turning from the state of his diaper was a minor concern, the crib was heaven.
When he did wake up, Emily was leaning over the bars, smiling down at him. “Morning, Baby. Did you sleep well?”
He yawned. “Pretty good, Mommy. It was really nice. Teddy slept good, too.”
She laughed, reaching down to the floor to something he couldn’t see. “Do you want to play with this?”
Raising the vibrator, she gestured with it for emphasis. Henry nodded. “Yes! Please!”
“Then tell me how much you enjoyed sleeping in a crib, in your stinky diapers,” Emily purred.
Henry blushed, but there was no use denying it. “I loved it, mommy. I loved being stinky, and all locked up in my crib, and helpless to do anything about it unless you decided I could.”
“Such a good baby,” Emily said, lowering the vibrator so he could reach it “I’ll be in the other room, alright? I’ve got a guest over, and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”
Henry blinked. “What?”
Emily tilted her head. “You remember Rebecca? We met at that munch a couple months ago. I asked if she’d like to come over for brunch.”
Eyes widening, Henry said, “But-”
“But won’t she hear you over the baby monitor? I’m sure she will, but it’s a little late for that now.” Emily giggled, then held up the vibrator, as though threatening to take it away. “Unless you don’t want to make a sticky diaper anymore?”
Head swimming, Henry weighed the options. There was no telling if Emily would let him have any fun anytime soon if he said no, and… well, this was one of his fantasies, even if he hadn’t expected Emily to spring it on him so suddenly. “I… I do, Mommy.”
Smiling, she handed it down to him. “Alright, baby, have fun. I’ll be back in a little while to get you dressed for the day, okay?” Leaning in, she added in a whisper, “Do you like your surprise, baby?”
He nodded emphatically, reaching for the toy. “Yes, Mommy.”
“Be a good little baby, and I’ll check your diaper before she leaves,” Emily said. “Now, have fun. The grown-ups will be in the next room over.”
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