Daddy & Baby

Chapter 1
Daddy & Baby

Chapter Description: This story is a one-off short story, so this chapter is the whole thing unless people say they want to read more of these characters!

Okay, so. I realize I agreed to this.

I told my Daddy I wanted him to have total control. We negotiated it all beforehand. 

I wanted to be his little Baby, who gave up decisions to the grown up who knows better. 

But, like. Come on. 

This is not what I meant. 

“Are you winning, kiddo?” he asked, leaning over me at my desk. I was in the middle of an online game, and he knew it didn’t pause, but he had decided it was time to check my diaper anyways. 

“The match just started, we’re still-” I sighed. “Yes, I think so.”

“Great! Have you drank plenty of water today?”

I made sure my mic was muted before I said, “Yes, Daddy.” 

You might think that he was asking about hydration because he wanted to ensure I would be using my diapers regularly. 

Nope. 

He just genuinely wanted to make sure I was hydrated. 

“How much?” he asked, squeezing the front of my diaper while I leaned to the side, trying to watch the screen so I wouldn’t die.

“Six cups,” I said, quickly adding, “Plus one soda.” 

“Good job,” he said. “Twenty more minutes of screen time, then that’s enough for tonight. Besides, you need a change.” 

I groaned, but didn’t argue. I knew that arguing would just mean I’d have to stop playing right away, leaving my teammates in the middle of a battle. “Fiiine.” 

“Good baby.” He kissed me on the forehead, then left me to my game. 

I knew that once I was done playing, I’d have a nutritious dinner, an hour or so of constructive recreation, and then I’d be in bed at a reasonable hour to ensure I got nine hours of restful sleep. 

When I had said ‘Daddy’, I meant, like, a dom who made me do sexy stuff. I wanted him to make me fill my diapers and beg to suck his cock, possibly at the same time, possibly while tied up. 

And, like. Yeah, we did that stuff. And it was awesome. 

But he also took it upon himself to handle the rest of the duties that being ‘Daddy’ entailed, even though he knew that wasn’t what I’d meant. If I didn’t scrub behind my ears when I took a bath, or floss and brush my teeth every night, or if I had too much junk food, I’d get in trouble, and- 

Okay, yeah, I feel great and I’ve got more energy than I used to. 

That’s not the point. And yes, we still have sex like every night. Or, well… We do sexy stuff. I don’t always get to cum, but the anticipation just makes it more fun, so I’m not complaining about that. 

When I raise these objections to him, he says I’m just being fussy and it’s probably time for me to take a nap. 

I finished up my game, told everyone goodnight, and logged off, going to find Daddy. 

“We won the game,” I said, idly, waddling over to sit next to him on the living room couch. 

“Great job, baby,” he said. “I knew you could do it!” 

No, I wasn’t blushing while I smiled and snuggled up next to him. Shut up. 

“But we do need to talk about your chore chart.” 

Again, I groaned. When I said I wanted him to give me tasks, I meant, like, making me edge or write lines about how naughty I was. Not, ‘Keep your room clean’ or ‘Tell yourself a positive affirmation’. 

“What about it?” I asked, thinking that maybe the project I’d turned in for ‘Make something creative’ on the chart wasn’t going to count and I’d have to do something else. 

“You’ve been doing a really good job with it,” Daddy said. “I’m really proud of you, and I think that drawing you did should go on the fridge.” 

I definitely did not squirm with delight at the praise. This was dumb! I didn’t need him to fawn and make up praise over some basic coloring I’d done, even if I’d worked really hard on the shading. 

“Thanks,” I said, anyways. Just to humor him. I swear. 

“Since you’ve been so good,” he continued. “I thought I’d let you decide what we do tonight.” 

‘Fuck me hard,’ I considered, thinking about it. ‘Tie me to the bed and give me an enema, then edge me till I cry. Give me a spanking and tease me and-’ “Could we snuggle on the couch and watch Aladdin?”  

‘NO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING-’ 

“Sure, baby,” Daddy said. “I’ll make popcorn.” Raising an eyebrow, he added, “And would you like to stay in that diaper until after the movie, and then we can go to the bedroom and-”

“Yes!” I said, quickly, before my stupid mouth could start running and say something else ridiculous like, ‘I actually enjoy eating brussel sprouts’ or ‘Yes I want to go to bed early instead of staying up to play video games’.

Daddy set up dinner on TV trays in the living room, microwaved a bag of popcorn for just the right amount of time, and we put on the movie. I was cuddled up against him the whole time, only half paying attention - I had seen it a thousand times and could quote the whole thing from memory, but it was relaxing to watch it with him.

I’m not sure when I dozed off in his arms, but I woke up as the credits were rolling, feeling Daddy’s fingers testing the back of my diaper. 

“I think it’s time we did something about your soggy butt,” he said. “Did you have a nice nap?” 

I nodded, looking off to the side with a faint blush. “Can we still do, um…” 

He laughed. “Of course.”  

Grinning, I followed him upstairs, to my ‘nursery’, the guest bedroom, where the mattress was covered with nothing but a plastic sheet - effectively, it was just a changing mat. Daddy held my hand as I climbed up onto the bed, laying me down and gently pulling down my pants. 

“You’ve been good,” he said, standing over me. “Haven’t you?” 

I nodded. “Yes!” 

“And you deserve a reward, don’t you?” 

Again, I nodded. I had no problems with anything he was saying, obviously. “Uh-huh!” 

Crouching slightly, he reached under the bed. I frowned, then my eyes widened when I saw what he’d stashed under the bed. 

He pressed the vibrator wand to the front of my sodden diaper, turning it on and teasing me on the lowest setting. 

This was more what I’d had in mind when we’d set up our power dynamic. And if he was going to do all that other stuff… sure, I’d put up with it.

I squirmed and shut my eyes, whispering, “Please…” 

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please, Daddy… let me cum?” I opened one eye, looking at him to try and gauge how he was responding.

He smiled smugly and shook his head. “Do you really want to already?” 

I shook my head while, out loud, saying, “Yes!” 

We’d set that up before. Trust what my head did, not the words my lips made - it was sometimes fun to be told ‘No’, after all. 

“I don’t think so,” Daddy said, turning off the vibrator and setting it aside. “Let’s get you clean.” 

I squirmed and groaned in the fun sort of frustration while Daddy untaped my diaper, folding it up and tossing it in the pail by the bed. Retrieving the other supplies from the dresser, he wiped me off thoroughly, pausing to tease me a little more with his fingers just so I’d squirm a little more for him. 

Once I was all clean, he squirted a generous helping of rash cream into his hands and started massaging it into my skin, spending a lot of time with his hands on my thighs and back around my butt, which only made me even more frustrated. Daddy knew how horny he was making, of course, but he didn’t say anything while he worked to change me into a fresh diaper. 

After the cream came perfumed powder, sprinkled gently, and then finally, the fresh ‘nighttime’ diaper - which was just two of my daytime diapers layered on top of each other - was slid under me. 

I expected to be taped up and have the change be over, but there was one more step first. A little glycerin suppository - I hadn’t seen it until then - was pushed right inside me, deep in my bottom. 

Grinning, I thought, ‘Yassssss-’ 

Daddy taped me up, helped me sit up, and said, “I think you should show me how obedient you are, just so I can be sure.” 

I nodded, quickly. “Yes, please. What I do- What do you want me, um-” 

He chuckled at my obvious excitement, unzipping his jeans. “Just get on your knees, and show me how you use your mouth.” 

This. This is what I’d signed up for. I giddily obeyed, while Daddy slipped down his boxers and sat down on the bed, and I easily saw that he was just as turned on as I was. 

Sitting on my double-diapered bottom, I opened my mouth, slowly taking in the tip of his erect cock. I felt him twitch in pleasure, which only made me squirm in my own diaper, wishing I could have some of the pleasure I was giving Daddy. 

“Don’t use your diaper until I tell you,” he said, an instruction that I only half-heard while I took him deeper in my mouth, doing everything I could to make Daddy feel good. 

And damn, I was good. Daddy had stamina and could keep going for a long time under the best of circumstances, but I knew how to make it hard for him. As I ran my tongue down his shaft and heard Daddy moan, I felt a mixture of triumph and arousal that couldn’t be matched. 

He tasted good, and I knew he felt good. He was laid out on the bed in minutes, reaching out to take my hand, and I accepted it, feeling him squeeze my fingers tightly as he rode out what I was doing to him. 

Daddy could have cum any time he wanted to, but he didn’t want to yet. It was a little game - I was doing everything I could to beat his usually ironclad self control, and he was just along for the ride. 

Eventually, though, the game shifted. A new distraction was making it hard for me to focus, as cramps in my belly from the suppository started to build. I remembered Daddy’s instruction, then - I couldn’t lose control until he gave me permission. 

Despite everything, despite the little gasps and moans of pleasure I was making him let out, he was going to outlast me.

‘Oh god this is hot.’ 

Finally, I heard him say, “You can go!”

I stopped trying to fight the cramps, and let the suppository win, and in the same instant, Daddy let me win. 

His cock twitched and spurted in my mouth as he came, hard, groaning with complete pleasure. I sat on my butt, swallowing and grunting softly as warm, solid mush poured out into my diaper, feeling utterly controlled, utterly owned, and about as turned on as I’d ever been in my life. 

I desperately wanted to have a climax of my own, squirming in my diaper as mush filled up my seat and I could smell my accident. Daddy laid back, finally relaxing and going soft in my mouth, taking a moment to breathe before patting the bed next to him. 

Eagerly, I crawled up into bed, curling around Daddy in my full diaper, rubbing the front of my double-thick padding against his leg. 

“Stop,” he said, quietly. 

I stopped, whimpering. “Please?” 

He was still breathing hard, but he eyed me, reading my expression. After a few seconds of thought, he said, “No.” 

My eyes widened and the intense arousal morphed into frustration. I wiggled desperately in my heavy diapers, shaking my head as I protested. “But- You said I would get a reward! You said I’d been good!” 

“And you will get a reward,” Daddy said, moving over to kiss me on the forehead. “I’ll put up with your smelly butt tonight and let you sleep in our bed.” 

I was going to be tucked into bed in my full diaper, denied an orgasm, and snuggled next to Daddy all night. 

I bit my lip. ‘Oh god yes.’ 

The denial was exactly what I’d signed up for. 

“What do you say?” Daddy asked. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Daddy told me, leaning in to kiss me on my lips. When we separated, he said, “Now, go brush your teeth and wash your face while I pick out your pajamas. It’s already almost bedtime for little babies, and I want to have time to read you a story before it’s lights out.” 

Okay, fine.

I admit it.

I love that part of our relationship too.