My boy and I haven't been together long, but I am a willing participant in his fetish, and I told him about being into diapers. To my great surprise, he was very supportive and offered to indulge me. We originally set it for Friday, but he came over tonight, and we just couldn't wait!

Chris came over to give me an Easter present, and after unwrapping some delectable chocolates, he and I started cuddling. He led me to what I cleverly call the little room, which is just a smaller room off my bedroom. (I don't really know what it's there for.) He then started removing my clothes and touching me. I started to protest, which turned into active fighting. (This was all consensual and part of the role play) In an effort to calm me down, he attempted to give me my pacifier, but I wouldn't take it. He was nice enough to give me to the count of 10 to put it in, but being the brat that I am, I still wouldn't. He turned me over onto my stomach and started spanking away. I yelped in pain and attempted to cover myself, but he easily held me down and continued my spanking.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, towering over me. I was silent. "Do you know who cries?" I remained silent. "Babies. Babies cry," he declared, while removing my pants. He was then faced with my cute sporty thong and said, "you don't need this, sweetie. Stay here." He left me in the dark room, lying on a blanket naked and lightly crying.

He returned a moment later, and his hands were full. He set down bottles of baby oil and powder, a box of baby wipes, and two towels folded thick (because I'm too much of a wimp to buy my own diapers). He squirted some baby oil onto his hand and started rubbing my personal region with it. He then took the bottle of baby powder and shook some of it onto my pussy, and then he lifted my legs high and put some powder on my bottom and lightly rubbed it in. He then laid down the "diaper" and picked me up and put me down on it. He folded the diaper around me and put on these silly pink shorts with white polka dots, which I think are ridiculous, but babyish.

I was visibly upset, so he condescendingly said something along the lines of "Awww now doesn't that feel better?" While slowly rubbing my diaper, he told me that I wasn't ready for "big girl panties" and that I belong in diapers. When I attempted to protest, he squeezed my diaper and asked me why I wet myself. (Granted, I didn't actually wet myself because we were a little pressed for time, but he wanted to see what it would be like to change me.)

He roughly pulled off my shorts and diaper and cleaned me with a freezing cold baby wipe. Although it was cold, I couldn't really hide how damn turned on I was, which he pointed out, making me blush. In the same manner as before, he applied baby oil and powder before folding the same diaper back on. This time, he grabbed another pair of shorts (my tight volleyball spandex--those can hold up a diaper just fine!) and put those on me, followed by the silly pink ones.

"What do you say?"

"...for what?"

"What do little girls say when their daddies change them?"

"Little girls can't talk," I replied bitterly.

"You're the only talking baby I know. Now what do you say?"

"Th--thank you."

"Thank you, who?"

"Thank you.. Daddy."

"You're welcome, princess. Now do you need your pacifier--wait, sorry. That's too big of a word for you. Do you need your binky?" I meekly nodded, and he gently put it in my mouth.

We then started cuddling a little bit, and he informed me that it was almost time for bed. "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?" I shook my head no and whined through my pacifier that I only wanted to cuddle. "Okay, princess. I wonder if you would like being a princess. You can live in a castle--"

"Would the castle be in Luxembourg?" (He and I joke about Luxembourg all the time because we're weird.)

"Of course it would, baby. You could wear cute little frilly dresses, and obviously, your diapers, whenever you wanted." I smiled and laughed through my pacifier.

Although listening to his deep voice was relaxing, I couldn't help but be extraordinarily excited. (Mind you, this is over a decade of bottled up energy and fantasies coming true!) I pathetically asked him if he would rub my diapers for me, which he did. That felt freaking great, but it wasn't helping. I grabbed his hand and slid it up, and then under my diaper. "Oh, is that what you want? Okay, baby girl. Just don't pee on me." I laughed at that, but my laughter ended quickly and was replaced with a lot of moans and whimpers as he entered me with his hand. He moved his hand faster and harder, and feeling that and the thick diaper covering my ass was too much for me. I quickly and powerfully orgasmed all over the place. I then humbly thanked him.

He then cuddled me and informed me again that it was time for bed. He picked me up and carried me over to my bed. He laid me down and placed the covers over me and tucked me in. He put my pacifier in my mouth and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night, princess."

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Here's my experience from the other night: Chris and I returned from a walk and started cuddling on my bed. After a few minutes, he led me into my little room. He sat down on a chair in there, tossed me over his knee, pulled down my pants and panties, and started spanking away. I don't really know what my infraction was, and I don't think I ever will. Before long, I started crying and yelping and begging him to stop. He then sat me down next to him, and told me that I would have to call him 'Daddy.' "..what?" "You're going to act like a baby, and I don't have a problem with treating you as such. You won't be wearing those, either," he said indicating my panties. "Sit tight," he said, condescendingly. He left my room and returned a moment later with baby wipes, powder, and oil, and several disposable diapers. He rubbed oil and powder on me and laughed to himself as he diapered me. When he was done, he wanted to cuddle me for a while. I laid next to him, but I wouldn't face him, despite his order to. "Come on, little girl. Let Daddy see your beautiful face." I still wouldn't. “You have until the count of five to lay on your back and face Daddy. If you don’t, I’m going to spank you.” Although he was far nicer to me than necessary, I was a brat and waited the count of five. Sure enough, he had my ass exposed in a split second and was spanking me hard. I pleaded with him to stop and immediately faced him. “That’s what I thought,” he said, giving me a firm pat on my diaper to “remind” me. “Are you turned on by this at all?” he asked, calmly, his arms wrapped around me. “No!” I said, defensively. “Really? It looks like you are. Can you tell me why you’re squirming all over the place and breathing like that?” “Because these [the diapers] feel weird.” “You’re funny,” he said, laughing. “I know you’re enjoying this.” I attempted to free myself, to which he responded, “Where do you think you’re going? Don’t you want to finish?” “No.” “Too bad. Let Daddy help you.” He then stood me up on weak legs and tied a folded bandana around my eyes, and one around my hands behind my back. He led me a few steps and told me to kneel, and I was pleased to be kneeling on a pillow. (He’s such a sweetheart!) He knelt behind me and placed one arm in front of me and put it down my diaper and started pleasuring me with his hand. I was weak already, and I couldn’t do much but flop while he berated me for being pathetic and needing to be pleasured, being unable to pleasure myself, wearing diapers, getting pleasure from wearing diapers, etc. When I attempted to resist, he jammed my pacifier in my mouth and warned me to keep it in. Silly me, later on, I carelessly let it drop, and he aggressively put it back in and held his free hand over my mouth. After a few minutes, he took his hand away and complimented me for being a good little girl and keeping my pacifier in. I finished a short time later and went limp in his arms. He laid me back down after untying me and told me what a good baby I was being and that I deserved a treat. I looked at him inquiringly and he told me that he wanted to give me his lollipop. “Before I give it to you, I want you to do me a favor: Pretend that my neck is your binky.” I started biting and sucking on his neck, and he came to life very quickly. He then had me kneel in front of him, and he dropped his pants, and I was faced with his “lollipop.” I started licking and sucking to the best of my abilities, and after what seemed like a really long time, he came all over the place. After cleaning himself off, he apologized for getting his cum on me and gently cleaned my bare chest with a baby wipe. He then said I must be thirsty after such activity, and told me to rest a little while he got me a drink. I actually did doze off for a few minutes, and woke up when he returned to my room and gave me a sippy cup of grape juice. I chugged that as fast as I could and asked for more, which he gave me. I was so content just cuddling with him, being his baby. I caressed his face and paid special attention to his new scruff (playoff beard), to which he responded, “Do you like Daddy’s beard?” I nodded sleepily, and he suggested that we move to my bed. I groggily stood up, and he lovingly led me over to my bed and laid me down. As I was lying there, I realized that I desperately needed to pee. I already knew that he was okay with my wetting, but I physically couldn’t do it in front of him. I threw some sweatpants and a hoodie on and went downstairs to the bathroom so I could wet in peace. I was successful, and I returned to my room and crawled into bed with him. I started to doze off a little bit, but I woke right back up when I felt him slip two fingers in the side of my diaper. He let out a heavy sigh. “You’re wet?’ “Yeah…” I said, ashamed. “I suppose you want me to change you?” “That would be nice.” ”Sorry, honey. Not right away. I can’t have you wetting all the time, and I think that knowing what a wet diaper feels like will make you think twice about it.” He let me lie there for a little while, and I was getting increasingly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t anything too unbearable. After a while, he got me out of bed and led me to the little room and laid me down. He then removed my wet diapers, which was easily the most embarrassing moment of my life, and cleaned me with a cold baby wipe. He put oil and powder on me, followed by three disposable diapers. The few times he’s diapered me, he always moves his hand from the crotch of my diaper to the front, which feels great. I don’t know… I just feel secure when he does that. I threw out my wet diapers because I felt weird about letting him handle them, which I now realize doesn’t make much sense because I just let him change me. I walked to the other side of my room to the trash can and threw them in, and he was behind me to throw out the baby wipes. After that, he wrapped his arms around me and I apologized for being naughty and wetting. “It’s okay, baby. It just can’t be an every-five-minute thing.” I nodded, and I looked over at my mirror, and I saw our reflections about from the waist down. It was so great, just seeing my diapered ass and his hands running over it affectionately. He and I returned to my bed and mostly ceased the role playing and just talked normally, although he rubbed my diapers periodically. At the end of the night, he jokingly and aggressively tucked me in, and I was unable to move, so I asked him to give me my pacifier, which he did. “Good night, princess.” He kissed me on the forehead, and I was asleep before he walked downstairs.