The living and dining rooms are open-plan, with the kitchen partially open to them from one side. Expensive-looking leather furniture is arranged around the space, with the enormous fireplace being the focal point of the entire lodge. Throughout the room, my brothers and Pop are also watching their Littles enjoy the magic of Christmas.
“I think she’s doing great. It’s new and strange. There’s the new humiliation aspect of it that deep down she loves but doesn’t want to love. So she’s still in her head about using her diaper.”
Hawk nods and runs his hand over his chin while he stares at Ellie like he can’t even stand to look away from her. “She’ll get there. She looks like she’s enjoying it. I’ve noticed all day.”
My chest warms, and I relax my head against the soft leather cushioning while watching my beautiful wife.
She looks so damn happy.
Which means I’m winning at life.
Emma
“How’s it going…with being Littler?” Lucy asks.
My cheeks still feel warm from earlier as I untangle some bows for the tree. “I love it,” I whisper. “Daddy rocked me on his lap for my entire nap. It was so relaxing. For both of us, I think.”
Lucy nods and holds up a sparkling Christmas tree that looks like a butt plug, and we both giggle quietly, not wanting to draw attention. “It’s interesting because my Daddy is the same way. You’d think it would be the opposite for them. That they would feel more relaxed when they don’t have to take care of us so much, but I think it’s a control thing. When they get to be more hands-on, they feel more in control, and that is what relaxes them.”
“I’ve come to the same conclusion. It’s not like they try to hide the fact that they like control,” I say as I hold up a pink tree in the same shape as the last one.
Lucy rolls her lips and looks away quickly before she laughs. “How long do you think it’s going to take?” she asks.
Kylie bursts into a fit of giggles, and several of the other girls do, too, as they hang ornaments in various places as well.
I shrug and hang another tree, my cheeks burning as I do. “It could go one of two ways. It’s possible it will happen right away or not at all.”
While we continue to decorate, our husbands chat and share drinks while watching us and laughing at our silly dancing and wild antics. Kylie does a cartwheel and accidentally kicks over a lamp.
“Kylie Marie. Corner. Now. Five minutes,” Ash barks as he gets out of his seat to pick up the lamp. As she pouts and walks past him to one of the open corners in the room, he grabs her arm and spanks her bottom four times before letting her go.
“Ow! I didn’t mean to,” she whimpers as she sniffs and puts herself in the corner.
“I know you didn’t, but you also know you aren’t supposed to be doing gymnastics inside. The same rules that apply at home apply here, Little girl,” Ash tells her.
My eyes land on Beau, but he’s already watching me. When he meets my gaze, his dark eyes capture me like they always do, and my heart feels like it could burst out of my chest. Despite there being a room full of people, somehow, when he looks at me like this, it feels like it’s only us and we’re communicating in our own special way.
My bladder chooses this moment to remind me I need to pee. I’ve needed to for a while, but I’ve been having too much fun to tear myself away from decorating.
I shift slightly, the crinkle of my diaper and its bulkiness between my thighs reminding me I’m wearing it. My cheeks heat at the thought of using it. No one would know. We agreed he would only do diaper changes in private for now, and my nightie is covering me.
Keeping my eyes on Beau, I slow my breathing and try to think of various things to make me relax.
No one will know except my Daddy.
Shifting again, I spread my knees wider, my heels resting on my bottom. Everyone around me continues to decorate the tree while I glance at the ornament in my hand and run my fingers over it.
Slowly, it starts. It shocks me so much that I look up at my Daddy in surprise as my diaper expands between my legs. He stares at me, his gaze knowing. The entire time I let go, he watches me. I don’t think I could even stop right now if I tried.
When I finish, I bite my lip and move my hips a bit, trying to get used to this unfamiliar sensation. Trying to decide whether I love it or not.
One thing is for sure.
Idefinitelydon’t hate it.
Beau
Watchingmy wife fill her diaper is such a proud fucking moment for me.
