My comfort level is in flux. I’m embarrassed by the diapering, but he does it now so matter-of-factly that I guess I’m becoming more used to it. I’m still embarrassed when he does it and Linda’s not here though. Same with the spanking. He’s done it twice with her watching and twice when it was just him and me here. And he often gives my diapered bottom a playful swat when he walks by me.
As I said, he is coming around more and more, even a couple of times when Linda was gone. She was working last week when he stopped in after I had supper. He said he was there to help me get ready for bed. He followed as I walked back into the nursery. I silently reached for a nighty (most of my onesies were at your house). He opened my dresser drawer and took out a diaper cover and diaper, took them over to my changing table and proceeded to spread the diaper out.
I just stood there watching in disbelief, but finally giving in to the reality of what was about to occur, I slowly undressed. Then I climbed on to the table and the awaiting diaper. Once settled, he picked up the baby powder and generously cover my ******* crotch area. He allowed the cloud of powder dust to settled, then proceeded to finish diapering me. Diaper in place, he picked up the plastic diaper cover as I automatically lifted my legs. In a fluid motion he pulled the cover up, I lifted my bottom off the table, he pulled the cover into place and I lowered my bottom… all in a rhythm like we had done it hundreds of times before. I stood and put the nighty over my head, finally mustering the willpower to look him in the face. Of course, he was smiling. He understood and relished the power dynamics that were taking place.
“Let’s get your bottle now,” he finally spoke. As we walked to the kitchen, I thought about the minimal conversation that had taken place. He watched as I proceeded to fix my nightly bottle… taking out the formula and measuring the spoonful of powder into the bottle, pouring water up to the fill line, putting the nipple on and shaking up the mixture. Finished, he stuck his hand out and I handed him the bottle. He led the way back to the nursery and sat on the bed.
As I stood before him, he sat the bottle down and reached for my plastic diaper cover. I just stood there and let him pull it down to my knees. My nerves kicked in big time as he looked me in the eyes and patted his lap, twice. Of course, I knew what that meant and asked “why?”
“We need to establish a routine,” is all he replied, and again patted his lap twice. Without another word, I lowered myself facedown across his lap. Three hard slaps landed, followed by ten seconds of stillness before he nudged me, indicating it was time for me to stand up. He got off the bed, stood facing me, staring me in the eyes as he reached down and pulled my plastic diaper cover into place. He even smoothed the plastic over my bottom with his hand before pulling my bed covers down.
I climbed into bed and was handed my bottle. He placed my pacifier on my pillow next to my head, and finally spoke. “I might be back tomorrow night to check on you.”