Because You Asked for It - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Chapter 19. Jordan

“You can come out of the corner now,” Katie said to me when my half hour was up. “C’mon. Let’s go talk in our bedroom.” I followed her across the hall, and she sat at the head of the bed against the headboard, patting the bed next to her. I sat down.

I guess she was waiting for me to say something next. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I … I don’t know what to say.”

“Let me tell you what I think happened,” Katie said. “I think you’re not sure where the boundaries are, so you’ve been subconsciously telling these lies and making them a little bit bigger each time to see when I’d finally react.”

“Makes me sounds like a little kid,” I muttered.

“Well, sweetie … You know I don’t want to be a tyrant. If you want to talk about something, let’s talk. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And then you follow the rules, buster,” she said playfully, “because I’ll tell you, I didn’t like having to do that. I didn’t like that at all, but I’ll do it again if that’s what you need.” She pulled me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. I hadn’t thought of how putting her in that position would make her feel. I put my head on her shoulder. “This just all feels so new still.”

“You just have to accept that you’re not the decider anymore, and when you try to be, by doing things like being sneaky and telling lies, you’re gonna get in trouble.”

“I know.” She kissed the top of my head and put her arm across me.

“How’s your butt feel?”

“It hurts.”

“How’s your mouth taste?”

“Terrible.”

“How’s your diapee?”

I sighed. I liked her calling it that. “Good. Thank you for changing me.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It didn’t … Why you’d do it?”

“I can’t take care of my little man?”

“No, it’s not that. I was just wondering, that’s all.”

“Well, how do punishments in this house work?”

“What do you mean?”

“When they’re over, are you still in trouble?”

“No.”

“No, you’re not. You got your tushy spanked, and now you’re my good boy again, and I wanted to give you a little treat.” I blushed when she called me that. “Do you like that,” she asked.

“Kinda.”

She giggled. “You like being called my good little boy?”

“Yes.” I blushed harder.

“Good. Because if you start telling lies again, and I will paddle your butt all over again,” she teased me. “Besides, I saw you with Angie. I saw how you reacted to what she said to you. Wanna tell me what’s up with that?”

I squirmed and put my head on her chest, like when I first told her I wanted to be 24/7. It was just easier to say when I wasn’t looking at her. “I … she was so … she made me feel special. That’s all.”

“Special how,” Katie asked as she played with my hair. I could hear the curiosity in her voice. She wanted to know.

“I don’t know. Like I was …” I sighed and considered whether I should say the word that came to mind. It’s not a word used to describe men. “Like I was precious,” I said quietly. “And treasured.” Kate didn’t say anything in response for a minute.

“Do I ever make you feel that way?”

“A lot. Every day, really, especially since …”

“What?”

“Since I started freelancing. It just seems like, like you take care of me. Even more than before. You put me first. Sometimes, I don’t know, sometimes I feel like maybe I’m taking too much.”

“Oh, Jordy. You are doing no such thing. I want to take care of you. It makes me feel good to take care of you. And you do a lot for us. Don’t ever think you don’t.”

I sighed deeply and sunk further into Katie as I exhaled. I guess I needed to hear that.

“I suppose you didn’t mind her babying you then?”

“It was embarrassing.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

“Embarrassed.”

“Other than that, silly.”

I didn’t want to admit it. “Funny,” I said, and felt ridiculous for phrasing it that way.

“’Funny’ how?”

“Ya know, it made me, I don’t know, feel a little funny … in my tummy.” I could feel Katie’s body laughing even as she held it in.

“Funny in your tummy, huh? Anywhere else,” she said with a voice full or mirth. “You’re such a sweet thing.”

We laid like that for a little while longer. I put my arm around her and hugged her middle. She kept playing with me hair. “So how did I do,” she eventually asked.

“With what?”

“With getting that diaper on. And no fibbing.”

“Well, it could be a little tighter.”

“Do I need to fix it?”

“No. It’ll be fine … I guess I’m surprised you did it. You’ve been so adamant that you don’t want to deal with them.”

“Well, maybe once in a while for a treat. Besides, not a big deal. I guess maybe I just need to start thinking like I have an incontinent husband, too, and just think of it as something I sometimes do for him.”

“I love you, Katie.” So much it it hurt sometimes. “I’ll never lie to you again.”

“That’s my good boy. Now, what are gonna do with the rest of our day”