Passion for braces, cast, bondage and Nappies

Kevin took it for granted that his girlfriend would be thoroughly humiliated by the ordeal he had planned for her. Who wouldn’t be humiliated at being stripped-naked, diapered, and then re-dressed in anticipation of keeping a shameful little secret hidden from all of their friends?

His plan was to make Lucy suffer through the dinner party and then have a firm discussion about her behavior that night, before her embarrassment had time to fade. It seemed important to put her in that headspace first, if only to make her understand what he had been feeling when he first decided upon her punishment.

He’d been tentative about laying it out for her at first, but managed to convince himself that his ideas made sense as a reaction to her actions. As far as Kevin was concerned, Lucy had demonstrated that she had no sense of control, and precious little prudence or decorum. Up to that point, it seemed like it had only been his dignity that was threatened as a result. Ultimately, he decided that Lucy would have to learn what it was like when her own was on the line.

It had been a gradual process that brought Kevin to the point of making such a drastic plan. Over the course of their relationship, it became more and more clear to him that Lucy was very prone to loose talk around her girlfriends. She seemed to have no qualms about sharing intimate details of their life and even their activities in the bedroom. Sometimes he was reminded of this when one of her friends spoke to him about something she had no business knowing, and other times it was Lucy herself who summarized a prior conversation for him, surprising him anew with the knowledge that he featured prominently in it.

There were even those times when he was there in-person for one of her indiscreet conversations. On one hand, that afforded him the opportunity to jump in and prevent her from going too far, and to pull her aside and try to correct her behavior immediately. On the other hand, he struggled to avoid letting his discomfort show when Lucy shared something he felt should be a secret, and he suspected that her friends were amused by the expressions that came over his face and the way he tended to squirm while listening to her talk.

There were numerous incidents that got Kevin thinking about how he might put Lucy in her place. But there was one specific event that instigated her punishment ahead of the dinner party.

He’d been doing some work around the house while Lucy reclined on the sofa talking to one of her friends on the phone. By sheer coincidence, Kevin happened to walk in on that conversation just as Lucy was explaining how the couple had planned on having sex the previous night but hadn’t quite gotten there.

She went into detail about how she’d spent all day teasing him, showing skin and making him hard at daring and inappropriate times, and peppering suggestive phrases into everyday conversation.

To Kevin’s ear, it sounded triumphant when Lucy laughed upon concluding: “So by the time we actually got to the bedroom, he was so excited that guess what happened… Yes! He shot his load the minute I started touching him through his pants.”

At that, Kevin cleared his throat and waited for Lucy to look at him over her shoulder. He gave her a death stare and crossed his arms over his chest. Lucy returned his look with a sort of mock grimace and turned away again, laughing more softly this time. “Hey, Amy,” she said. “I’ll see you later; I gotta go now. I think I’m in trouble.”

When Kevin was certain she had hung up the phone he declared, “You’re god damn right you’re in trouble. Where do you get off telling her a story like that?”

“Oh, come on,” Lucy said, sounding unfazed as she stood up to face her boyfriend head-on. “She’s not going to say anything. It’s Amy. She’s probably made dozens of guys cum in their pants.”

“That’s not the point and you know it. You shouldn’t be telling your friends stories about me. How many times have I already explained this to you?”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

Kevin fumed at her casual tone. “Lucy, anyone can see that you’re lying. It’s obvious that you just don’t know the first thing about discretion. Does it have to be my job to teach you?”

“Guess so,” she said with a shrug.

“Careful,” Kevin warned. “If I really need to teach you a lesson, I’m going to teach you a lesson, if you know what I mean. You probably won’t like it.”

“Or maybe I will,” Lucy replied, leaning forward defiantly and staring into her boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m serious, Lucy. That…” he pointed to where she had just been sitting for her phone call, “…was unacceptable. And yeah, I think need to take steps to make sure you know how unacceptable, and that you don’t forget it.”

“Oh yeah?” Lucy said, still sounding defiant, but also intrigued. “What do you want to do to me?”

“I have some ideas…” Kevin said, more hesitantly than he’d intended.

“I’ll bet you do,” Lucy said cryptically. “Well, I’m all ears.”

Kevin hadn’t been quite prepared for Lucy to actually encourage his brainstorming. He cleared his throat. “Well… it seems to me that you’re always sharing all of my secrets and you never have to worry about your own…”

“That’s because I don’t have any secrets,” she interjected. “Not from my friends.”

“Yes, well… maybe we should change that. Maybe we should give you something to be ashamed about.”

“Sounds like a tall order.”

“See, that’s exactly the sort of attitude that I’m getting sick of, Lucy. You act like you’re so far above everything, but I’ve never really tried to bring you down to size. Maybe I’ve been too nice to you.”

“I’m hearing a lot of vague talk,” Lucy said, rolling her eyes. “You’re telling me what you want to accomplish but not how you plan to do it. Seriously, what do you want to do to me?”

“Fine,” Kevin said firmly, forcing himself to shake off his hesitation. “You know how we have that dinner party coming up, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think before we have your friends and my friends over to our house, we should put you in a situation where you have to keep a secret.”

“Oh yeah?” Lucy said skeptically. “How do you expect to pull that off?”

Kevin’s hesitation returned but he tried to pass it off as a dramatic pause. “Maybe if it’s about something you’re wearing… like, under your clothes.”

“Oh, you mean like sexy underwear?” Lucy asked in a performatively sultry voice.

“No, I mean like… something else… Pretty much the opposite, actually.”

Lucy cast her boyfriend a quizzical look and he forced himself to continue looking her in the eye before going on: “It’s something that would also be a reminder about self-control… before you start running your mouth about everything, to all of our guests.”

“What, like a female chastity device?” Lucy pressed. “Honestly, I’m lost here.”

Kevin swallowed hard and hoped Lucy didn’t notice how he had to steel himself to give voice to what was in his mind. Her voice came out of his mouth at an octave lower than normal when he finally said, “Lucy, I’m going to put you in a diaper.”

Lucy raised her eyebrows. Kevin knew it must have been a look of surprise, though it actually looked almost as if she were impressed by his forthrightness, delayed thought it was. He was just glad that she wasn’t revolted. As much as he was trying to put his foot down, he knew that if she said she categorically wouldn’t let him do it, then that would be the end of it.

She didn’t resist the idea per se, but did interrogate him about it in ways that amplified his self-consciousness.

“A diaper, Kevin, really? Did you just come up with that?”

“You’ve been giving me reasons to think about this for a long time.”

“And you came up with diapers. That’s kind of weird.”

Kevin maintained a strong tone of voice to keep himself from blushing. “Yes, it is weird. That’s the idea: to have you wear something that’s weird and embarrassing, and a little difficult to hide. Something that would raise a lot of uncomfortable questions if you didn’t make an effort to keep it to yourself.”

“Uncomfortable for whom?” Lucy asked.

Kevin should have taken it as a sign of things to come, but instead answered simply, “For everyone.”

Several days later, with the dinner party looming, Kevin reminder Lucy of their conversation. He expected her to act less defiant and more contrite now that the prospect of an elaborate punishment was so near at hand. But far from trying to worm her way out of it, Lucy surprised her boyfriend by announcing that she was ready, slipping her panties off in one fluid motion, and lying back on the bed with her legs apart, waiting for him to dress her as he saw fit.

When Kevin approached her, fluffing the diaper in his hands, she was somewhat taken aback by its size. These were no mere Depends or any store-bought adult diapers she was aware of.

“Where’d you get those?” she asked.

“Never you mind,” Kevin said while laying the diaper flat between her legs and pressing his fingers on the underside of her thighs to indicate that she should raise her hips.

“Did you have to look around after our last conversation, or did you just, like, have those?”

“I told you,” Kevin said, “I’ve been thinking for a while about how you deserve this.”

Lucy rolled her eyes at his obvious evasiveness. “I’ll bet you have…”

Kevin lowered his eyes in the guise of focusing on proper placement of the diaper, but was actually concerned that he would start blushing at the implication.

When the diaper was secure, Kevin ran his hands over it for a several seconds, with the intention of showing his girlfriend how noisy they were and how much effort she would have to put into hiding them. However, she either didn’t recognize that intention or refused to acknowledge it, and gave him a teasing look before asking, “Enjoying yourself?”

Kevin cleared his throat, stood upright, and declared, “This isn’t about enjoyment. This is about making sure you know your place during this party. Now let’s get you dressed.”

While Lucy sat up and started getting used to the bulky feeling between her legs, Kevin went off to fetch the dress he’d chosen for her. It was long enough to easily hide the diaper under most circumstances, but short enough that by leaning back with her knees apart, she would be able to give anyone a show. Kevin didn’t see her smirking before he held it up for her to admire, and she made a point of assuming a neutral expression before he asked her what she thought.

“It’s a little girlish,” she said. “Not exactly my usual style. Don’t you think your friends will notice?”

“Yes, I do think they’ll notice,” Kevin explained. “That’s part of the idea. I think everyone will be surprised, but after a minute they’ll think it isn’t that crazy… as long as you don’t give them any reason to question it. That’s your challenge tonight. I’m going to treat you like a little girl who can’t control herself, and you’re going to control yourself so that it stays between us. Nobody has to know exactly what’s going on, as long as you make an effort to keep your brand new secrets.”

“It’s just one secret, isn’t it?” Lucy inquired. “That I’ve got a diaper on?”

“Yes and no,” Kevin said while gathering up the fabric of the dress and looping it over her head. “First of all, you’re going to start this party in time out. After you’re all dressed, I’m going to walk you over to the corner of the living room, and you’re going to stay there until I tap you on the shoulder to let you know that you can come out. If you want to say hello to anyone in the meantime, you wait for them to come to you, and if they want to know why you aren’t moving, I guess you better make something up, and try to make it convincing.”

“Anything else?” Lucy asked while smoothing down the vaguely childish dress that her boyfriend had just finished putting her in.

“I don’t know. Do you think you’re going to have to go to the bathroom before the party is over? Because unless you want to use that diaper, you’re going to have to come to me and whisper in my ear that you have to go potty, so I can give you permission and let you out. It’s not just about having the diaper on, you know. It’s about making sure the idea of control stays on your mind the whole time.”

“Well, shit,” Lucy said. “I guess I should have asked to go before you put this thing on me. You don’t actually expect me to use the word ‘potty’, do you?”

Kevin nodded severely. “I think that would be for the best. And as a matter of fact, so that you get used to speaking to me candidly, I think you should address me as ‘daddy’ for the duration of this party.”

Lucy raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. “Oh, do you? Well that’s very original, daddy.” She teasingly drew out her pronunciation of the final word, then extended a hand to her boyfriend, inviting him to take it. “Well, let’s get this started, then. Better put me in time out.”

Kevin did just that, and sat basking in her unexpected compliance until the doorbell sounded to announce that the first guests had arrived. At that, he left her on her own, confident that she would not move from the corner, and urged his friends to go join her. He then busied himself with last minute preparations, mostly keeping an eye on the food except for when he needed to open the door again.

As he continued to greet guests at the door, Kevin began to hear a rising chorus of nervous laughter and muttering. It took time to reach a level that truly demanded his attention, and when it did, he turned toward the living room not knowing what to expect.

The color drained from his face as he looked through the loosely assembled crowd to see his girlfriend still in the corner where he had left her, but no longer standing. Instead, she sat on the floor with her back to the wall. Her knees were drawn up in front of her, and so too was the hem of her dress, which she was making no effort to push down or maneuver so it would cover her crotch.

As far as Kevin could tell, she was deliberately sitting in a position that allowed people to gawk at her diaper if they chose to do so. Several did, while others indulged only brief glances and then hastily averted their eyes. Even then, they still saw fit to vaguely comment upon the situation.

“Uhhhhh… what the hell?” inquired one male voice, prompting Lucy to respond quickly and with astoundingly casualness.

“Daddy put me in time out.”

“Okay…” Kevin gave a forced laugh and then bounded across the room to stand between the guests and his girlfriend, shielding her from view. He leaned down to tap her on the shoulder, while at the same time he used his other hand to haul her up by the arm.

Looking from one stunned face to another, Kevin announced haltingly, “This is, uh… was a joke… between us…”

While tightening his grip on Lucy’s arm, he leaned his face close to hers and quietly hissed, “What are you doing?” Lucy merely smiled and raised her eyelashes suggestively in response.

“Hell of an elaborate joke,” one of Kevin’s friends piped up. “Is she wearing a diaper?”

From the other side of the room, one of the newly arrived guests called out, “Wait, was she??”

Kevin felt light-headed and considered ushering Lucy out of the room before this could go any further. But she was speaking again before he could even take a step.

“It’s just for tonight, I think. Right, daddy?”

Kevin clenched his jaw and looked intensely at his girlfriend, with his eyes opened as wide as they would go, wordlessly begging her to ignore his earlier instructions and stop with the whole “daddy” thing.

Lucy didn’t bother returning his gaze, but turned away entirely to announce to the guests, “Daddy said something about ‘control’ and learning how to keep a secret’. How am I doing so far, daddy?”

Some people snickered in response, recognizing that Lucy had taken something her boyfriend intended as serious and had completely flipped the script on him. Others exchanged uncomfortable glances with one another, still feeling more confused than anything else. But no one was more uncomfortable than Kevin when he finally mustered the strength to drag his girlfriend out of the room.

She still managed to surprise him by dragging her feet in protest. “Why are you taking me out of the room, daddy? I thought you wanted me to be embarrassed. How can I learn my lesson if you won’t stick to it, daddy.”

When the couple was just out of sight of their guests, Kevin wheeled on her and whisper-yelled, “Stop it! We get it. You don’t have any shame. I’m sorry that I thought this would actually work. Just please end this spectacle while we can still recover some of our friends’ respect.”

Lucy looked slack-jawed at her boyfriend, closely examining the redness in his face before replying very calmly. “Oh no! You look embarrassed. I thought I was the one who was supposed to be embarrassed.”

“And I thought it was possible for you to be embarrassed. I guess we both learned our lesson.”

“Pshaw,” Lucy frowned and rolled her eyes. “How can you know whether or not I get embarrassed if you won’t even leave me in an embarrassing situation, daddy? It’s not my fault if you can’t handle it. It almost seems like you’re the one in the diaper!”

Kevin earnestly considered what she said, and took a moment to peer around the corner at the guests who seemed to be mingling normally, as if they’d already recovered from the shock of Lucy’s big reveal.

“You know what, you’re right,” he said after a long moment. “I guess that cat’s out of the bag now. So I guess the only thing that’s left at his point is for you to go out there and talk to all our friends and see how it feels when they all know that you’re dressing and acting like a little girl. I don’t even care if they know it was my idea. You could have said no. You’re the one wearing a diaper in public, not me.”

“That’s the spirit!” Lucy chirped, before reaching out her hand again, inviting her boyfriend to lead her back into the party.

Things proceeded more or less normally from here, though the gathering’s two distinct friend groups quickly came to reflect the distinct personalities of the two hosts. Kevin’s guests generally put their heads down and made a concerted effort to ignore the weirdness that had gotten the party started, but Lucy’s friends barely hesitated to pepper their conversations with allusions to her diapered state, occasionally even asking indelicate questions about how it had come about and how much convincing it had taken and whether it was “a sex thing.”

Kevin quietly but vehemently denied that implication whenever he overheard it, but everything else he managed to brush off, reminding himself that it was more Lucy’s problem than it was his own. He’d mostly managed to put her antics out of mind and refocus on normal conversations about work and sports and pop culture when he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve and looked over to see his girlfriend with an uncharacteristically nervous expression on her face.

She stood in front of him for a long moment, chewing her thumb nail while she waited for his attention to fully settle upon her. But Kevin barely managed to croak, “What…” before her nervous expression was replaced with one of determination and she dropped her hand from her mouth to the hem of her dress. Grabbing it with both hands, she then lifted it up so that her diaper was on full display.

Kevin struggled to process what was happening, and he looked back and forth between her face and her crotch until a sudden noise prompted him to focus only on the later. His eyes shot open wide when he matched the sound to the slight discoloration that started in the lowest reaches of her diaper and slowly crept up the front. At first, he was the only one who could hear her peeing, but as people began noticing this latest escalation of her exhibitionism, the entire room fell silent.

By the time she was done using her diaper, everyone was both watching and listening with rapt attention. Lucy’s entire body tingled with excitement at the fact that all her friends and all her boyfriend’s friends knew exactly what she had done. The silence persisted for several seconds after she’d let her skirt fall from her hands. Naturally, no one had any idea what to say.

Lucy couldn’t deny her own embarrassment, and she wondered whether that would be any consolation to her boyfriend. But she delighted in the knowledge that he and probably half the people in the room were feeling that same embarrassment even more intensely than she was, simply by virtue of witnessing how she’d chosen to embrace the punishment that Kevin had given her.

Lucy could tell that his mind was once again racing with the effort of finding a way to defuse the situation and save face. And she was about to make that impossible for him.

“What’s that?” she asked in a chirping, childlike voice, and thrust her index finger forward for a moment, fully at arm’s length, to point at the tent that had formed in his pants while she wet herself.

“Umm…” Kevin’s mind went blank as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat before placing his hands atop his thighs and leaning forward in an effort to at least partially conceal the erection. But he immediately sensed that the people sitting nearest to him were reflexively leaning their bodies to get a better look at where Lucy had pointed. He only incriminated himself further by closing his eyes tightly and pursing his lips with the effort of wishing away his arousal.

When Lucy spoke again, repeating her question while peering down at his crotch with an air of theatricality, Kevin opened his eyes to stare into hers pleadingly, trying to convey that this had gone on long enough, that she’d won. Lucy received the message, but an evil grin announced that she had no intention of stopping, at least not before her boyfriend felt every ounce of the humiliation he had tried to foist upon her.

“Daddy’s thingy is getting hard!” she proclaimed for all to hear. After a beat, and in a gesture of mock realization, she covered her mouth to let out an exaggerated gasp, then continued: “Did daddy like seeing his little girl pee in her diapey? Uh-oh, daddy! That’s naughty! You’re not supposed to get turned on by diapers; ‘specially not when they’re used.”

Kevin lowered his head in shame and raised a hand to his face, lightly covering his eyes in a vain attempt to hide from practically his entire social circle. Lucy gave another performative gasp.

“Is that why you put me in the diaper in the first place?” she asked. “You know I don’t need them. I hardly ever have accidents. …But maybe you wish I did.”

She gasped yet again to adopt a more scolding tone, then went on: “Daddy! That’s not good. Why would you want me to pee my pants? Why are you so turned on by diapers? And why’d you make me wear them in front of all our friends if it was going to be so embarrassing for you? It kinda seems like you didn’t think about this, daddy.”

To drive the point home, Lucy stood up tall and looked around the crowd of onlookers. She found some of them staring down at the floor abashedly. But others were clearly amused, their eyes beaming as they waited to see how the entire confrontation would play out. Unsurprisingly, most of the latter category were Lucy’s girlfriends. They understood her shamelessness better than even Kevin did, and some of them had also come to expect a scenario like this one to play out at some point, even if not quite so publicly.

Among all the stories that Lucy had told about her boyfriend, there were some which hinted at his proclivities. There were some that should have been more embarrassing to her than they were to him. But they each led to speculation among Lucy and her girlfriends about the meaning behind Kevin’s reactions when, for instance, she had been desperate to pee during a long drive, or when she’d actually wet herself a little bit after he’d been tickling her.

There were times when Lucy had reenacted for her friends the funny, childish voice she’d once adopted in the bedroom. And at those times, they giggled over the fact that it seemed to elevate the mood when they expected to hear that it had killed it.

Some of her friends had gone on to recommend that she try calling Kevin “daddy” long before the party, and long before the he’d formally decided on her “punishment” for loose talk. She’d felt too uncertain about it, though, and didn’t want to risk putting him in the position of having to deny that he enjoyed it. It was an ironic concern in retrospect, given what she would finally put him through when he tried indulging his interests under false pretenses.

For the girls who had been most certain about the implications of Lucy’s stories, the dinner party was a brilliant vindication and one of the most amusing spectacles they could have hoped for. By the time Kevin was sitting there blushing bright red and having his arousal called out in front of everyone, they were beside themselves with laughter. Some even felt their panties get suddenly damp as a result, and then laughed even harder at the irony.

“Gee, I’m sorry, daddy,” Lucy said. “I guess you’re still more embarrassed than I am. I tried really hard, though. What’s more embarrassing than having an accident when everyone can see? Do you think it would have been more embarrassing if I asked you whether I could go potty first, though?”

Kevin took several long, shaky breaths, as he struggled to cope with extreme humiliation, intense arousal, and the powerful confusion that came from feeling both of them at the same time. His erection was straining desperately against his pants, and Lucy could see it plain as day.

“It’s so hard, daddy. Be careful!. I’m sure you don’t want to have an accident like the other night. You were so embarrassed even though there wasn’t anyone else around …Maybe you’re the one who should be in diapers!”

Somehow, this was exactly what Kevin needed to hear to break himself out of his paralysis.

“That’s it!” he shouted while springing to his feet, suddenly unconcerned with how many people could see the bulge in his pants. He seized Lucy by the wrist and nearly yanked her off her feet in the process of dragging her out of the room.

“What are you doing, daddy?” she demanded, but Kevin neither replied nor looked at her until they were well away from their guests.

Despite the distance, everyone could hear her repeat the question more insistently as she was pulled down across her boyfriend’s lap. They could hear, just as clearly, the tearing sound when Kevin stripped her of her diaper, followed immediately by a series of sharp smacks when he began spanking her bare bottom.

The guests remained divided into camps, with some laughing despite the fact that it was their friend absorbing the corporal punishment. The others listened with a combination of intrigue and vicarious shame while they listened to the brutal spanking taking place in the other room.

Lucy’s shouts of “ouch!” “owie!” and “please” were interspersed with increasingly loud non-verbal expressions. As those sounds echoed throughout the house, each of the party guests exchanged looks with all of the others, some smiling, some cringing, and some wincing sympathetically. No one could tell just what anyone else was thinking, but there was an unspoken question that was shared among them all.

“There. I am doing this strap up so you can’t take the diaper off” Mommy said before leaving you to fill your diaper

Soon, a rumbling sound indicated that Mommy would be changing a very messy diaper after this. The cramping and rumbling in her stomach had begun with a vengeance

"OMG! This is happening!" She cries out. Yup. This is happening right now This was not a good sign

Tears of relief streamed down her face as she pushed all of her mess out into the diaper, exactly where it belonged according to Mommy.

Surely she could hold on for a little while longer. But no! She pushes and pushes. She grunted and groaned as every bit of her diaper fills and the brown mess forms in her diaper.

She lurched and wriggled as the liquid mess poured out of her into the diaper. The cramps overpowering her and the relief being almost orgasmic

The messy enema liquid quickly rushes out of her bum and fills her diaper. The dirty brown wet spot immediately appears then spreads.

After a few minutes, Mommy Aaliyah returned and reached down to feel the contents of your diaper. She nodded to herself. It was as expected. Her baby girl had messed herself. Copiously!

"That's much better, isn't it? Good baby." Mommy's gentle, loving voice rang in your head. "Such a good little diaper pet for me."

Right let’s get you changed. I hope this helps adjust your attitude young lady. If not then your enema will become a daily event!

The End