Because You Asked for It - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

Chapter 15. Jordan

“What’s wrong, Jordy,” Kate asked me impatiently. We were lying on the sofa together watching a movie.

“Nothing, honey. Just trying to get comfortable,” I told her, “Sorry.” She looked annoyed and turned back to the TV. Try as might, I couldn’t get comfortable, and it wasn’t because of the couch. I itched down there, it hurt a little, and it felt like it was getting worse. I tried to discretely scratch myself down there, impossible to do through my shorts and diaper. Finally, Kate exhaled, paused the movie and gave me a dirty look.

“Do you need to go change your diaper?”

“No.” I really didn’t. It was wet, but it could hold more. I blushed and felt like I shrunk an inch when Kate looked at me doubtfully, like I was a toddler who didn’t want to stop playing long enough to get his pants changed. Kate sat up, leaned over, and put her hand up my shorts, giving me a you-better-not look when I jumped back a little in surprise.

“You’re wet,” Kate announced.

“I know, but these diapers can hold more.”

“Apparently not comfortably,” she said, assuming that was why I was uncomfortable. “Really, you should go change.”

“Honey, I promise it doesn’t need to be changed yet.”

She sighed at me. “Stand up.” I rolled my eyes but stood up in front of her, and she whisked my shorts down as soon as I did. “You need to go change,” she said to me with a quick glance at my diaper.

“But...”

She cut me off, “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you are right now, arguing with me over a diaper change like a three-year-old? Do you need your bottom swatted like one, too?” 

She have me a swat as I went to go change, and it hurt, which it wouldn’t normally through a wet diaper. I went to our bathroom and took off my diaper, and the air felt good and bad at the same time. I I passed a wipe over my perineum, and that just plain hurt. I put a foot on the vanity and tried to twist to I could see what the problem was in the mirror, but I couldn’t get a good view. Wishing we had a hand mirror I could squat over, I recalled the vows we exchanged – for better or worse, in sickness and in health - and called out, “Katie, could you come here for a second?”

She came in slowly, sticking her head around the door rather than walk right in. I suppose it was a sign of how far I’d come that while I was embarrassed, I at least managed to keep my anxious stammer to a minimum.

“Something h-h-hurts, and I can’t see it.” She came into the bathroom.

“Where does it hurt?”

“My p-perineum.”

“What’s that?”

“The medical name for my taint,” I told her. She smiled ever so slightly and then hid it. I started to blush.

“Well, I’m not gonna squat underneath you, so grab a towel and lay on the bed.” I followed her into the bedroom and did as she said. “Open your legs for me”

She inspected me for a second. “Yeah, you’re definitely red down here. Move your bits out of the way.” I lifted my sack up so she could see under it. “Jordy! You’re bright red down here!” She sounded equal parts concerned and irritated.

“What do you think it it?”

“Jordan Louis, it’s a diaper rash, duh. Have you been using rash cream at each change?”

“Yes,” I lied. She looked at me like a fibbing toddler again.

“Stay right here.” She went to the bathroom, and I could hear her rummaging under the sink. She looked pissed when she came back in. “This rash cream, this almost full tube of rash cream?”

I let my head drop down to the bed. I’m not sure why I lied, or why I didn’t think it would be such an easy lie for her to figure out. All I had to do was think four seconds ahead, and I didn’t seem able to manage it in the moment.

“Roll over,” she ordered me.

“Honey ...”

“Now!”

Her tone, and knowing I was only going to make it worse if I didn’t do as I was told, convinced me. As soon as I did, I got five sharp spanks on my butt, smacked out in time with my wife sternly saying to me, “You. Do. Not. Tell. Lies.” She sat down next to me on the bed. “You deserve a much bigger spanking, but your butt has a little rash, and I’m not that mean. It’s not as bad on your butts as under your bits.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Why did you lie to me?”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“I more disappointed about the rash. We talked about you taking care of yourself down there.”

“I just get lazy about it sometimes,” I said by way of excuse. “I never got a rash down there before.”

“You’ve never been in diapers 24/7 before. I am mad about you lying to me, but I’m not going to spank on a diaper rash ... At least, not this time. But you are going to go to bed early.”

“It’s only 7:30!”

The look she gave me was withering. “Do I need to wash the lies out of your mouth, buster?”

“No.”

“Roll back over and spread your legs again.” I did, and she took another look. “This looks bad. It looks wet.”

“I’ll use the cream from now on.”

“I know you will, but I think you need to go see the doctor.”

“That’s ... I don’t think so. Can we just see how the rash cream does on it?” I did NOT want to go see my doctor about a diaper rash.

“Honey,” Kate said patiently, “This looks ...” She sighed. “I’ll look at it again in the morning, and if it’s any worse, I’m taking you to the doctor. Okay?”

Knowing that was the best deal I was going to get, I accepted.

“Now, go change and be back in here with the lights out in 5 minutes. I’ll come check on you.”

When I sat up the next morning, I regretted it. I eased myself off the bed and waddled toward the bathroom with Kate watching me. You’d have thought I’d been riding a horse with neither saddle nor pants.

“We’re going to the doctor,” Kate declared.

“Okay,” I eagerly agreed.

Kate worked from home, and I tried to do the same. I eventually retreated to the guest bedroom, took off my shorts and diaper, and laid on my stomach with my legs open behind me, trying to type in that position. An hour later, Kate came in holding a towel.

“Lay on this,” she said, kneeling down next to me.

“Why?”

“In case you have an accident, and to keep the rash cream you slathered on your diaper area off the carpet.”

The second point was valid, and I propped myself up while Kate pushed the towel under me. “I’ll order some washable pads later,” she said. I decided not to say anything in response. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or what her deal was, but I knew I was on thin ice. “We’re leaving in another hour, and yes, you have to wear a diaper.”

“I know,” I said. I wanted to. I knew air was the best thing for a diaper rash, and I still wanted to put my diaper back on.

An hour later, I followed Kate to the car. “Ahem,” she said.

“What?”

“Are you forgetting something?” I checked my pockets. Phone, wallet. She gave me that patient look you give to kids when you’re trying to let them do things themselves and see they’ve forgotten a step, and then you remind yourself to be patient because they’ll learn some day.

“Your diaper bag,” she said. She nodded toward the door, and I waddled back in and grabbed it.

“I’ll get use to remembering,” I assured her. She drove while I sat on alternating butt cheeks. 

“This isn’t the way to my doctor,” I observed.

“I’m taking you to mine.”

“Why?” 

“Well, now that you’re on my insurance, I know that she’s in network for you, and she’s kink friendly.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know,” Kate smiled. “And I texted her this morning and told her about what’s going on, and she canceled another appointment to squeeze us in.”

“Why did you tell her?”

“Because I think this will be easier that way. If we went to your doctor, we’d have had to either lie to him, and then you’d have been referred to a urologist, or tell the truth, and I know you don’t want that. At least this way, we’re telling the truth to someone who gets it.”

“Okay.”

“Cheer up! We’ll get you sorted out,” Kate reassured me with a smile. She put her hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze.

After a few minutes of silence, I asked, “What did you mean by ‘in case I have an accident’ this morning?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it, and I think since people now know about you’re quote-unquote incontinent, it will be easier to maintain appearances if act like you are all the time. So, no sitting on anything for more than a few minutes without a diaper on or a towel or pad under you.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem a little much,” I asked skeptically.

“No. Besides, I thought you might enjoy it a little more if we really committed to the fantasy.” We arrived and parked before I could respond. I didn’t know if I like adding that to the fantasy or not.

Kate seemed to want to be in the driver’s seat, because she approach the receptionist desk with me and held out her hand when the woman asked for my driver’s license and insurance card. I handed them to Kate, and Kate handed them to the receptionist. I sat gingerly while I filled out my new patient paperwork.

“I’m surprised you got me an appointment this quickly,” I said as I checked box after box.

“Like I said, I texted her. She’s a friend. I know her from the scene ... she’s gonna love you. Just promise me you’ll behave.” Kate added. When I finished the dozenth form, Kate looked over it all like she was checking my homework before she took it back to the desk. We waited another twenty minutes before being called.

“You can stay here,” I said when she got up as well.

“Nonsense,” was all she said as she indicated for me to walk in front of her. After I was weighed, we were taken to an exam room, where the 24-year-old nurse got on the computer, entered my weight, and started taking my vitals.

“So what brings you in today,” she asked. This had to be her first job out of nursing school. If it wasn’t, she probably wouldn’t have batted an eye when Kate said, “I think he has a pretty bad diaper rash.” The nurse didn’t laugh or smile - I’m pretty sure Kate would’ve chewed her out good for that - but she got a queer look on her face like she was processing that, and then she went on with her work. It was a passing look, and I understood why, but it didn’t go unnoticed. As she got the last number entered in, she reached under the counter, opened a cabinet, and took out a paper gown.

“Could you change into this please? The doctor will be in in just a few.” The nurse left.

“She’s cute,” my wife observed. 

“I’m married already,” I quipped as I got changed into the gown. I was facing away from the door trying to tie up the back when the doctor simultaneously knocked and came in.

“Don’t bother tying it up,” she said. “We’re gonna need to get back there in just a minute.” I turned around. 

I don’t understand why doctors wear lab coats, especially internists. She was about fifty with very straight, prematurely grey hair that hung in a braid well past her shoulders. “I’m Dr. Janaway,” she said as she held out her hand, “But you can call me Angie.” I shook her hand, Kate stood up and opened her arms for a hug.

“So good to see you,” Kate said to the doctor as they embraced.

“It’s been a little while.”

“Thanks for squeezing us in.”

“Well, when you told me about him I was just too curious not to.” Angie turned back to me. “Can you hop up on the table for me?” I carefully did. “Aww,” she said as she watched me gingerly ease my butt onto the table. “We’ll get that taken care of.” She logged in to the computer and talked to Kate instead of me.

“So what seems to be the problem,” the doctor asked.

“He’s got a diaper rash, or least I think that’s what it is, and it looks pretty bad. He was uncomfortable last night, and this morning he woke up walking bow-legged.”

“O, that’s no good,” the doctor said as she took notes. Doctors always take notes, and it occurred to me as she did that she was immortalizing this moment. Every doctor I saw who was part of the same heath system, every doctor who used the same software, in fact, would see this in the record. 

“How long have you had him back in diapers?”

“About a month,” Kate told her, “and actually, this is his idea.”

“Really? Is someone just not ready to be a big boy,” Angie said to me in a pinched, almost song-songy tone. She smiled at me, and I was about to respond and explain I’m not an adult baby - something I never thought I’d have to explain to a doctor - when she immediately turned back to Kate. “Does he have poppy accidents, too?”

“No,” Kate said, “For now it’s just for potty.”

“Excuse me,” I said as Angie took another note. “I can answer.” I said it politely.

“No need to pout,” Kate said to me. Something about the situation made me reply with a weak, “S-s-sorry.”

“Can you lay back for me,” Angie asked. I did, and she reached over me to take two gloves out of the box mounted on the wall.

“Just be still for me,” she said. 

As I laid back, Dr. Angie narrated what she was doing. “I’m just going to lift your gown. Lift up for me ... thank you ... and now I’m going to open your diapee. Ah ah! You just keep your hands at your side.” She tore the tapes slowly and one at a time. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know how to feel. I was in pain, but I also felt somewhat aroused, and my face felt hot with the flood of blood as I blushed all the way to the back of my neck, I’m sure.

She folded the diaper down, commenting, “You’re all dry! Okay, now put your knees up and open your legs for me.” I did, my eyes still closed. “I’m going to touch you a little down there, okay? I want you to tell me if it hurts too bad.” I nodded and felt her hands on my inner thighs, pulling them aside to get a look in the space where my crotch meets my legs on each side. “I’m going to lift your pee-pee now.” She did, and despite myself, I stiffened just a little, and then she lifted my balls. “Goodness,” she said. I drew in a sharp breath as she touched me. “I know that hurts, honey. Sorry ... Can you lift up your bum for me?” I did, and she ran her hand over the curve of my butt. “Do you have some wipes with you,” she asked Kate.

“In his diaper bag.” My eyes still closed, I heard Kate unzip my bag and pop the snap on the travel packet of wipes I kept there and that so far had gone unused. 

“Thank you,” the doctor said. “Jordan, I need to see under the rash cream, so I’m going to wipe it away. I know this doesn’t feel good, but it will help me make you all better.” I nodded, and she lifted my balls again, and as gently as she could, she wiped away the cream I had spread so thickly this morning. I held my breath. The stuff goes so smooth, and then it gets so gummy. It hurt pretty bad coming off.

“Ok,” the doctor said, “All Done. You were very brave.” She pulled the diaper back over me, leaving it undone, and I put my legs down.

I opened my eyes, felt them watering, and looked on as Kate and Angie continued their two-person dialogue. “That is definitely a diaper rash. You did a good thing bringing him in today.”

“How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad. I’m going to give you a prescription for a rash cream and a topical antibiotic ...”

“It’s infected,” Kate asked.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll just be safe. You’ll need to use every time you change him.”

“Jordy changes himself, actually. This is his fetish.”

“I see. In that case, you still need to make sure he uses it at every change, and I want you to take a look at it at least once a day until it’s all better. He needs to keep using the creams until they’re all gone, and then he needs to use over-the-counter rash cream every time he changes himself.”

“I’ll make sure he does, or else.”

“Haha. I thought you might say that.” Kate winked at me, and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me and the exams table whole. “About that,” Kate asked, “Not that Jordy needs a lot of discipline, but when will it be safe if I need to put him over my knee?”

“Kate,” I exclaimed. Why would she ask that? It was obvious there was some dynamic going on and that the two of them shared some kinks, and it was obvious Angie had a thing for age play, or at least submissive men, and I was okay to just go along with it while she was examining me, but now it seemed like they were just having fun at my expense.

“Excuse me,” Kate said, “I’m asking the doctor a question.”

“But...”

“Who does the spanking in our house?” I didn’t answer. “Hmm?”

“Y-you.”

“And who gets spanked?”

“M-m-me.”

“So don’t you think it’s a good idea I know when it’s okay to spank you again, or would you like to find out by trial and error?”

I sulked quietly, or tried to. “Jordan,” Kate asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled. I laid back and looked at the ceiling, content to pretend I wasn’t there so long as they were pretending the same thing.

“Sorry, Angie. This is still new for Jordy.”

“I understand. It takes time to train them. Anyway, give it a week, but there’s no rash on thighs. If he needs a spanking, smacking him there won’t do any harm. Or you could even do like the British do and just smack his leg like you’ve seen me do with Benjamin.”  I heard Angie loudly hit the enter key. “There. On its way to your pharmacy. But there is one other thing I want to talk to you about, Kate.” I heard Angie’s voice move, and in my head I pictured her sitting down in the chair next to Kate’s.

“What,” Kate asked.

“Are you sure he’s ready to be in charge of changing his own diapers?”

“Well, Jordy’s been a diaper lover since before we met.”

“I see, but, that’s a pretty bad rash. Maybe he’s not really ready. I know ageplay isn’t your thing ...”

“It’s not his either. He’s not an adult baby.”

Angie chuckled, “All men are adult babies. It’s just that some enthusiastically accept it, and others pretend they’re grown-ups. But I won’t push you. I just want you to think about it.”

“I’ll consider it,” Kate promised.

“Is it alright with you if I get Jordy into a clean diaper?”

“I think Jordy needs to decide that.” So at least I got to decide that, but not without some pressure.

“Jordy,” Angie asked, “Is it okay if I change your diaper?”

The funny thing was, I wanted nothing more than to be changed by as many willing women as possible, but I felt like I needed to say no just to draw a boundary, having spent the entire doctor visit being talked about and around like I was back at my childhood pediatrician.

“I...”

Kate interrupted me. She knows I’ve always wanted to be changed. “I think Dr. Angela is being very nice to offer.”

“Okay,” I sighed. “Yes … please.”

“Thank you. Will you get his things out for me.”

While Kate did that, Angela our on new gloves and pushed my gown further up.

“Lift up for me.” I did, and Angela pulled the old, unused diaper out from under me. I opened my eyes and watched as Angie opened a new diaper and narrated what she was doing for Katie.

“It’s not that different from changing a toddler. You open up the diaper nice and wide - lift up for me again, baby - and slide it under their bottom so it comes up a few inches past his waist in the back, then you apply the rash cream - legs up again - and make sure you especially get it between his legs. If he started having poopy diapers, you need to also get it especially on his bottom, but until then, his perineum and his scrotum are the most sensitive. Be very gentle with his bits and pieces - it’s totally normal for boys his age to get hard during diaper changes, don’t worry - and then just fold the front up, do the bottom tapes first, and then the top ones, and always be sure to finish by patting the front of his diapee.”

“Why,” Kate asked.

“Because all boys like that, no matter their age.”

“Any questions?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Good. When you get him home, it will help him get better faster if he gets more air on his skin, so let him go without a diaper at least four hours a day until he’s better. You can pick up some chair and bed pads at the pharmacy along with his prescription, though it’s a good idea to have him sit on a diaper, too. You can pull that up if he starts to have a wee wee accident. Or he can, if he notices.”

“Ha. Thank you.”

“Will I get to see this little fella at a play party soon?”

“We’re working toward that.”

“I sure hope so. Now I’m running way behind.”

“What do you say, Jordy?”

“Thank you, Angie.”

“You’re very welcome.”

And I meant that thanks. I found most of that entire interaction embarrassing, but I forgave her that as she did such a good job changing my diaper. She got me all revved up.

As I was getting dressed, Kate stopped me and patted the front of my diaper, like Angie showed her. “Are you okay,” she asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled.”

“You definitely feel okay down there,” she laughed. “I hope she wasn’t too much.”

“Maybe a little. You didn’t have to bring up spanking me.”

“’She already knew, and I really did want to know when it’s okay to discipline you again. Other than that, did you enjoy it?”

“I did at the end.”

“She really would love to play with you sometime.”

“Just the two of us?”

“Well, maybe not at first, but maybe someday.”

“I’ll think about it.”

When we go in the car, Kate asked me, “You’re being pretty quiet. You’re not mad at me, are you?” I guess she was feeling guilty for springing that on me. I kinda wanted to be, but while I found the whole thing embarrassing, I also kind of liked that feeling, or at least I was starting to. Still, if Kate knew Angie was going to treat me like that, she should have asked me if that was okay or told Angie not to. 

“Not really, but I do feel like you both should have asked. I mean, I know you’re in charge, but still. I don’t think that should mean I should just have to go along with something like that.”

Kate sighed as she backed out of the space. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I guess it’s like you said to her, this is still new for both of us.”

“Yeah. Also, I might have led her to believe you were okay with being treated that way. Or at least I didn’t clarify things for her. I’ll do better. Promise.”

“Maybe just before something else like that we talk it through first.”

“We will. In fact, how would you feel about talking with Angie about this? She’s very experienced in the lifestyle. She could probably offer some good mentorship.”

“Okay, I think I’d like that.” Who knew – maybe she could get Katie to go a little easier on me.

“I’ll text her tomorrow.”

I think Kate felt guiltier as the day wore on. She was extra nice to me, and while she did make me sit on a diaper everywhere I went, she also took advantage of my naked time to get a little handsy with me. I wondered if maybe Angela’s demonstration had her rethinking her feelings about changing me, but when it was bedtime, she didn’t. She just asked me if I had applied the medications, which I very happily had and told her so. It started to feel better by the time I woke up the next morning.