QH Archive: Mother's House (Patreon)

He was getting the last of the suitcases out of the car when Samantha came running over to him.

“Jeff...I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” he asked.  It was their first trip to Samantha’s mother’s house since they got married, and they’d be staying there for two weeks.  Despite Sam’s mother’s dislike of Jeff, he had been intent on making the most of it.  Even Sam had been pretty level headed about everything.  Until now that is.

“She...she saw them.”

“She saw what?”  He gently placed his arms on Samantha’s shoulders to calm her down.  “What did she see?  What are you talking about?”

“The...you know...the diapers.”

His eyes widened, and he didn’t quite say anything for a moment.  He had warned her about bringing them at all, but she insisted, and she usually got her way.  

It had started about a year ago, when she first admitted to him that she wanted to be spanked.  Jeff, always a little prudish and naive, took a while to warm to the idea of slapping her behind.  Yes, she would tell him, it might hurt. But she wanted it to hurt.  So it took a bit, but he eventually got the hang of it.  

It progressed from there.  Next came her babytalk, then her pigtails.  Then she was crawling on the ground, asking “Daddy” if she had been a good girl or a bad girl.  He was always a little slow to catch on, but he’d always come around.  Then, finally, one night she brought home the diapers.  “I don’t know if I should be without them,” she’d coo to him in her babytalk.  “I don’t want to have any ack-see-dents.”

And so, with the thought of being without her diapers, and her little girl persona, she begged Jeff to bring them along, and he complied.  

“How did she find them,” he finally asked.

“I was unpacking the bags and...I guess I forgot which suitcase they were in, and she walked in and saw them and...”

“Okay...maybe it's not that big of a deal.  I mean...you didn’t tell her the truth, did you?”

“No! Are you crazy?  I couldn’t tell her they were for me.  She’d make the next two weeks miserable for me.  She’d insist on making me wear them and checking them and...well, you know how she is.  She wants to be involved in things like that.”

“So what did you tell her?”

“Well...I had to think quickly on my feet and...”

“Samantha, why is your mother standing on the porch with one of your diapers in her hand.”

“Why don’t you come inside!” Samantha’s mother shouted to them.  “You must be soaked from the car ride.  But don’t you worry.  I’ll help you get nice and dry!”

“Well...I kind of said they were needed for medical reasons.”

“Samantha, are you crazy?  You know that she’s just going to follow you around for the next two weeks checking on your diapers and...”

“Jeff?” called out Samantha’s mother.  “You coming or what?”

“Well...” Samantha said with an innocent shrug, “I also might have told her that they were for...you.”

This short story was originally published on Tumblr.  This version, with some additional editing and some parts partially re-written, is exclusive for my patrons.