Because You Asked for It - Chapter 23 (Patreon)

Chapter 23. Jordan

“Jordy,” I heard Kate call from the bedroom as I was brushing my teeth. “Can you please come in here?” Wondering what I had done wrong, and knowing I’d be in more trouble if I made her wait, I quickly finished brushing and walked into our bedroom.

“Stand right here, please,” Kate said, pointing at the floor in front of her. She was seated on the bed. I went and stood there with my arms at my sides. It was early, and I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong, and I was sure I didn’t deserve a spanking if that’s what she was thinking.

“What’s up, honey?”

“I was doing laundry, and you know what I found?” Nothing, to my knowledge, because I had been doing the laundry.

“Um, no?”

“I found your wet underwear.” Sometimes I wear a pair over my diaper to keep it snug, and sometimes I leak around the leg gathers. The underwear just gets a little wet. “Have you been having accidents?”

“Um...” I had no idea what she was getting at. I’d been 24/7 for more than a month.

“If you keep having accidents,” Katie said to me, “I’m going to put you back in diapers. Is that what you want?”

It floored me, honestly. I didn’t expect telling her that story would lead to a re-creation. That’s not something I’d ever done or even thought about doing. In the moment, I had this swirl of emotions. First, just this wonderful feeling of how much I love my wife. And second, this funny feeling in my stomach, like when Angie had changed me. And my ears felt hot.

“Katie, this is really sweet of you, but...” She cut me off by leaning over and smacking my butt through my robe hard. Of course it didn’t hurt, but it shut me up.

“I asked you a question, young man. Do you want me to put you back in diapers?”

That feeling, that warm, hollow feeling in my stomach grew.

“Honey...” She swatted my hands away.

“Are you wet right now?” She pulled my robe open, and when I backed away she pulled me back by the belt of my robe and felt my penis, even lifting my sack and feeling underneath. “At least you’re not wet right now, but you’re not going back outside to play until you answer my question.”

“W-what was the q-q-question?”

“Are you being smart with me, potty pants? I asked you, do you want me to put you back in diapers?”

Oh, god. I remember that day so vividly. It was mid-day, and the curtains were drawn. We were in my parents’ bedroom. It was dark in there. They had this cream colored bedspread that I remember feeling so soft. My mom sat on the bed like Kate was, the right side of the bed, and I looked to her right, not looking at her. If I could have that day ... but then, this was my do over.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes? You naughty little thing!”

She pulled me by my robe again, and I tripped over her foot and fell on to the bed next to her. Kate’s hand was on my lower back, and she started smacking my butt through the robe, producing a dull thud.

“Kate...”

“Shush. Naughty boy.” Kate stood up and walked to my dresser. I watched from the bed. “So you want me to put you back in diapers? Fine.” She opened what was formerly my underwear drawer and took out one of my diapers. She seemed to tower over me as I lay in the position she left me in, chest down on the bed.

“Roll over.” I did, and she grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me a little closer to the edge. I watched as she unfolded the diaper and pulled my robe open all the way. “Lift your butt.” I did, and she slid that diaper under me and got it positioned right in one try. “Knees open.” And in a moment she had that diaper taped snugly on me.

She sat down next to me and helped me to sit up. “You’re gonna get just what you wanted, young man. You want diapers, you got ‘em. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

I opened my mouth to respond, and what came out Instead was a sob.

“Oh, baby,” Katie said as she put her arms around me and pulled my head down to her chest. “Shhh,” she cooed as she rocked gently. “There, there. Don’t be sad. You’re getting exactly what you want.”

And I was. And I had. I don’t know why I was crying or where that emotion came from. It certainly caught me off guard. I was showering five minutes ago. The whole thing, I guess because it was so unexpected, just felt cathartic and real. I quickly stopped crying, but I stayed where I was while Katie stroked my hair.

“Thank you,” I said to her.

“That’s a good boy” she kissed me. “You’re really back in diapers now.”

What that meant, whether it was different from how things had been, I didn’t know.