Daddy's Orders

[[Contains wetting, DDlg play, and diapers. All characters are over eighteen. This was inspired by a drawing by HofBondage and is used with permission. I do not think I'll be writing more of this story.]]

"Do I really have to?!"

"Yes, sweetheart, that's what your diaper is for!"

Caroline looked up from her spot on the floor in the living room. The recent college graduate looked up at her boyfriend of four years before reaching to brush back her long brown hair. She was on all fours, her silk and lace white long-sleeved shirt covering her modest breasts, while she had white thigh-length hose under black heels. What wasn’t being covered by her black with pink polka dot skirt was a thick pink disposable diaper.

“But daddy!” Caroline whined. She’d agreed to his terms. It was his birthday, after all.

“You agreed, sweetie,” Blake replied. Blake, a toned man with short brown hair, stood with his fingers steepled. Dressed in khakis and a white button-down, the twenty-seven-year-old grad student looked every bit the professional financier he hoped to be one day. “You said I could make three rules and that you’d follow them all day, so long as they were ‘safe’ rules.”

Caroline squirmed, feeling the pressure in her bladder. She’d known Blake had a kink for diapers. He’d first asked her to wear them a year prior, but Caroline refused. Now…

“First, you have to call me Daddy all day, so long as we’re at home. Second, you have to wear whatever I tell you to or whatever I put on you. Last, you’re not allowed to change your clothes without my permission,” Blake said, ticking the rules off on his fingers.

“But I really need to potty, Daddy,” Caroline whined. She shifted so that she was crouching.

“You’re wearing your potty, Caroline,” Blake replied with a smile. He moved to sit on the couch before patting his lap. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Caroline slowly stood, determined not to wet herself. The diaper was so thick, she was practically waddling as she made her way over to Blake. She sat down on his lap gingerly. To her surprise, she could feel the bulge between his legs press gently against her ass. Blake wrapped his arms around her. Caroline was certain he was planning on tickling her, but he didn’t. He kissed her cheek and shifted one hand between her legs before shifting the other to her stomach.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Just let go. If you don’t like it, I’ll clean you up and put you in panties,” Drake said.

“Promise?”

“I promise, Caroline,” Drake said sincerely.

Caroline squirmed again. She began to relax. She thought she’d just be able to let go, but her potty training held back for a moment. Once the floodgates opened, though? There was a warm hiss and a sense of relief as warmth spread between her legs.

“Good girl,” Drake said, patting between Caroline’s diapered legs. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It was okay, I guess,” Caroline admitted a moment before Drake began to rub her through the diaper. Caroline’s eyes fluttered. “That feels a lot more than okay,” she thought, feeling the warm, wet diaper pressing against her pussy. Drake had learned very quickly just how to get Caroline off. He was putting those skills to good use. “Oh, Daddy,” Caroline moaned.

Drake chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

“Mmhmm…”

Drake slid his free hand up to Caroline’s breast, cupping it gently, caressing it through her silk and lace top. Caroline moaned again. “And to think, sweetie, we could’ve been doing this day after day for the last year,” Drake teased. “You like it when I rub you through your wet diaper, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Caroline admitted. She was embarrassed, but she hadn’t felt this turned on in months. She rocked her hips as Drake’s fingers darted against the front of her warm, wet diaper. “Can we do this again sometime?” Caroline asked, tilting her head back and kissing Drake’s chin.

“Every day, I should think,” Drake said, turning his head to kiss Caroline’s lips. He parted her lips with his tongue as he continued to rub her through her diapers. Her hands went over his, encouraging him. Drake broke the kiss. “Cum for me, little girl. Daddy’s orders.”

Caroline’s back arched a moment before she cried out in pleasure. Her body began to shudder, her legs squeezing as best they could, given the thick, wet diaper between her legs. Drake’s hand slid from between her legs to her waist, continuing to caress her.

“Oh, Daddy,” Caroline said breathily. “I’m so sorry I was wrong about diapers. I should follow Daddy’s orders more often.”