you when you use your diaper.”
He looked up at me with an expression that was both pleading and tinged with disbelief.
“I promise, sweetheart. You have no clue how much faith you put in Daddy when you give over
even your most basic needs to me,” I continued. I kept rambling about how special he was to me and
the different ways I wanted to take care of him.
I could practically tell the exact moment Sammy finally began to let go of his inhibitions. His
entire body relaxed. I glanced down, trying to not make a big deal of it as I watched the indicator on
the front of the diaper turn blue. He shuddered as he continued sucking down the apple juice I usually
rationed from him. Yes, it had been a bit underhanded, but I’d known he wouldn’t be able to resist and
that he’d eventuallyhaveto use his diaper.
I gave the front a gentle squeeze. “Such a pretty boy, Sammy. Daddy’s very proud of you.”
I pulled the nipple out of his mouth as soon as he’d drank the last of the juice and lifted him onto
my lap. He tried squirming away from me. I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.
“Don’t run, Sammy. You’re beautiful. How do you feel?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” His brow furrowed as he wiggled a bit before reaching down to touch the
front of his soggy diaper. “It’s squishy. I know some people like to use them a couple times before
their Mommies and Daddies change them, but I don’t know if I’d ever want that.”
“Is it using the diaper you don’t like?” For a second, I worried this had been a step too far. I
doubted he even realized the way his eyes lit up the night he was looking for diapers and accessories
to use as props in the playroom at the club. His blush had given him away when I’d asked him about
it, and he said he wasn’t sure if he wanted to try them. I’d considered calling him out on the lie, but
then decided it would be even better to surprise him with diapers of his own.
“No, that’s strange but I could get used to it,” he admitted. “But now that it’s wet, I couldn’t stay
like this for very long.”
“I’m glad you told me,” I praised him. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and then we’ll come back in
here for a little while.”
“But I thought we had to work on the garage?” he asked as I lifted him off my lap. I grabbed a bath
sheet and spread it out across the foot of the bed. While Sammy got himself situated, I went into the
bathroom to get the wipes and a warm washcloth. If this became a regular part of our play, I’d have to
set up a changing station for him.
