Renard groaned, the day light streaming overhead making it clear he’d slept well past the morning and into the very early afternoon. What had woken him?
Then he heard it again, knocking. Daddy’s specifically, he knew that knock anywhere. It sounded that the cat’s scratching, but louder. Within a few moments, his Daddy had already walked through the door.
“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Renard groaned in response. His Daddy shook his head, noticing the book that his lil’ man had clearly spent the night reading instead of sleeping.
“What have we talked about, kiddo? No reading after…?”
Renard sighed. “…Midnight! Yes I know! But it was getting good and-”
“And nothing. Now come here, I gotta check that dia-”
“Padding. Please call it padding.” His request was met with a raised brow. Renard shut his mouth, knowing that he was approaching the line. Instead of arguing further, he shifted to the edge of bed.
Once Daddy raised he brow he knew was pushing the envelope too far. That was kinda the deal between the two of them, ever since they’d first gotten together.
Renard closed his eyes in frustration and embarrassment. He felt a strong hand squeeze the front of his padding and then tug at the back. By the time it was over, his face was beet red and any trace of his former boldness had been leak out, just like his bladder had into his diaper.
His Daddy chuckled. “Not much to say, huh squirt?” Renard simply shook his, watching the older of the two walk off to go get changing supplies. He groaned in frustration.
He’d come home from a party and wet the bed ONCE. And now? Diapers. Every weekend. Without fail. They were almost always wet. And if they were, his Daddy padded him during the day. Renard heard the footsteps coming down the hall, Daddy was back with the supplies in tow.
“Legs up! We’ve got a big day lil’ man.” Renard groaned, complying more out of habit than anything else. “We’re meeting the boy out in the Town Square for Pokemon Go! You’ll like that, right lil’ man?” Renard had covered his face and stopped listening. His member was stiff in were nighttime diaper.
His Daddy pressed in down into his new diaper after he’d wiped it clean. They didn’t have time for that. He’d slept too late into the day.
Renard whined childishly and fussed back and forth, but a slap on the thigh put his protests to rest. He was quickly and expertly powdered and taped into a new diaper. The lad was thankful it was a mercifully short process.
Last, but not least, his Daddy started to put his jeans on him. As a last act of rebellion to being dressed, Renard wiggles his legs about. Another quick slap quelled the minor insurgency. His jeans were pulled on and buttoned up.
It was gonna be a long day. Curse that night at the bar last June. It almost wasn’t even worth it.
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