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Saul groaned as he patted the sheets. He hated waking up to a wet bed. He was wet and grimy throughout his shift at the warehouse; and he certainly didn't want to feel that way when he should be dry, comfortable, and more importantly, asleep. To add insult to injury, it wasn't even his fault. Saul's grey eyes turned to slits in the dim moonlight that filtered in through the blinds in his bedroom as he narrowed them in the direction of Fiona, his fiancée, blissfully asleep. The dark spot that had crept over the entire center of the bed started from her side. Again. She always slept right through it.

Usually, he would wake her up and carry her to the shower with him. Not much trouble; she wasn't heavy, and they slept naked anyway. That usually earned him nothing but growls and grumbles from her. She would be apologetic and even tearful in the mornings, but to dare to wake her up even to change the sheets meant that the sweet woman sleeping beside him would wake as an angry badger. With claws. And fangs. Saul padded quietly to the shower alone. The broad shouldered man needn't have bothered; Fiona slept like a hibernating bear. He worked ten, twelve, sometimes eighteen hour days and was rather tired of being woken at least twice a week to a wet bed. He scrubbed quickly and dressed, leaving Fiona to the wet sheets and blankets. He peeked in on her after he had successfully located the car keys. She slept just as peacefully as he had left her; the only movement he could see was that she had curled around his pillow. Irritated though he was, he couldn't help letting his lips curl into a smile. She was sucking her thumb again and looked...well, cute. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting himself out. From now on, he was going to get some much needed shut eye, whether she liked it or not.

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He was the only customer in the twenty-four hour drug store. Walgreens was a godsend he decided; it saved him from the hellish nightmare that was Wal-Mart, even at one thirty in the morning. Besides, it was less than three blocks from the quiet cul-de-sac where they lived, and the whole trip shouldn’t take him twenty minutes.

Saul's impromptu shopping trip was nearly complete. The cart was full to the brim with a bag of adult "super absorbency" diapers-how one woman could wet that much without the help of a six pack of beer was beyond him-powder, wipes, desitin, and other products. His last selection was on the same aisle as the rest of the baby stuff. He giggled to himself, selecting a plain white pacifier geared towards older toddlers. It would keep her mouth shut while he applied himself to getting some much needed rest, and would look pretty tied behind her (currently purple streaked) hair. He had considered forgoing it, but it would fit the 'look' he was going for better than her standard ball gag. Besides, she always calmed considerably when she had something to keep her mouth occupied. The bleary-eyed cashier didn’t even bat an eyelash when he checked out at the counter; although the red eyes in the older lady’s skull (well, that and the bag of chips behind the counter) told Saul that she was either tired or stoned out of her gourd. Either way, he wouldn’t have been the least bit embarrassed. He paraded his bride to be through here often enough in short skirts to show off the red welts and marks on her thighs that were his handiwork. Even the manager was used to their little quirks.

His exhaustion forgotten, Saul was damned near bouncing when he climbed back into their sedan and drove home just a little too quickly. He was giddy with excitement. He had always thought that his woman’s childish behavior (and perky bottom) would make her even more adorable if he could dress her up and play with her like a baby, and now he had a great excuse to do so. She enjoyed the age play games he introduced to her; moaning in delight at even the slightest attention. He could picture her blush as he called her his “good little girl-“it always got her going. In more ways than one. He had to adjust himself before getting out of the car. Other body parts had gotten excited along with him. He shook his head…before playtime; he would have to change the sheets.

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“Fiona.”

“Fiona…wake up sweetie.”

Well, he got her to blink. That was encouraging. Saul gave one dusky pink nipple a tweak-well, it was exposed, after all. That got a response. The lovely young woman made a noise somewhere in the middle of a squeak and a throaty moan. Ignoring the wet sheets that covered her, Saul rubbed her gently through the fabric from his perch on the edge of their bed, stopping to tug lightly on the ring in her (pink. Wet. No! Not now! Gotta focus) hood. The slow smile that lit up her still sleepy face told him that she was playing opossum, writhing in shameless pleasure as he touched her through the soft cotton. Fiona’s blissful expression turned to one of confusion, though, as she undoubtedly felt the now cool dampness.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wet again….” She mumbled, not quite fully awake. Her eyebrows knitted briefly, and she looked as though she might cry.

“Shh…it’s okay baby,” he crooned, pulling her up into a hug. He didn’t mind the dampness of her body or the bed this time. She curled into his touch, enjoying the broad hands that held her close and caressed her back. Though she was tall, he was much broader than she was. She always marveled at that; how his strong arms could hold her so tightly. Fiona tucked her head into the crook of her lover’s neck, soothed by Saul’s voice. She breathed in the scent of winter that had worked its way into his jacket and closely buzzed hair. It was over all too soon, though. Saul reached down to pat her bottom, something he did quite frequently to calm her when she was upset. He took her chin in one large paw.

“Go take a bath. I’ll get the sheets tonight. I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

She nodded, smiling as her obedience earned her another coveted kiss on the forehead.

“That’s my good girl.”

Fiona blushed as she rose from the bed, now wet from more than just her accident. She waggled her hips as she made her way to the bathroom, hoping to catch his eye. Usually, Saul scolded her for wetting. This was a little unusual, but she was glad for the reprieve. She waggled even more as she sat on the cold edge of the bathtub, running the water. She didn’t know why, but whenever he treated her like a child, it made her feel, well, strange. She felt sexy, childish, and innocent all at the same time, and she was sure a therapist would love to bill-err, hear about that little matter. She pulled her hair up onto her head in a twist; it was already clean, and the exotic streaks made her hair more vulnerable to washing. Sliding into the warm water, she couldn’t help but rub her throbbing clitoris absently, sinking back into the tub. She didn’t even notice the sudden gush of cool air that entered the small bathroom when Saul came in.

“Fiona! We’ve talked about this. That’s for Daddies, not little girls,” her fiancée scolded, causing her to sit up with a start, splashing as she did. Fiona had gotten so distracted by her own body that she had gotten caught touching herself, something that she was not allowed to do. Saul’s voice was stern, but he was smiling. How long had he been there, sitting on the edge of the tub? How long had he watched her? She at least had the good grace to look sheepish, blushing from more than just the heat of the water.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “Forgive me?”

“Not this time. You’ve been bad. You haven’t even washed yet. Get up now, on your hands and knees.”

Oh, crap. Her blush spread further; her neck and chest now beet red as she climbed to her hands and knees in the bathtub. He was right; it was late, they were both tired, and she hadn’t even touched the soap yet. The young woman let her head hang as she knelt in the exposed position, her heart racing. She knew what was coming, even before his heavy palm struck her wet backside. Several smacks stung her in rapid succession, one after the other. He barely gave her time to squeal in between blows. The spanking was over after just fifteen smacks-she counted- and Saul eased her down onto her stinging bottom. For the first time, instead of just watching her to make sure she actually took a bath, he took the washcloth and soap himself and made gentle circles up and down her body. He directed her to lean this way and that as he washed her, paying careful attention to her breasts. Next, he pulled her up on her knees, scrubbing her leisurely between her legs. When she trembled, it had nothing to do with her still sore bottom. That was over too soon as well, though. Fiona was rinsed, and the drain plug removed from the tub.

Saul scooped her up in his arms after a quick rubdown with a towel. Her stomach did flip flops just like every other occasion when he picked her up…while she wasn’t heavy; she wasn’t exactly light, either. Lifting window air conditioners all day at the warehouse had made him accustomed to handling objects that made her seem small in his arms. She sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and closing her eyes as he cradled her all the way back to the bedroom.

Saul grinned, laying his princess down on the towel he’d placed on their freshly made bed. This was going to be easier than he thought. Fiona was content to wiggle on the towel. Well, for a moment anyway. She sat up and gave him “the look” that he was convinced every woman on the planet took clandestine classes to learn. She pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows at him at the sight of the…supplies, but was blessedly quiet.

That didn’t last very long.

“Saul. Is there something you want to tell me?” She snapped, propping herself up on her elbows. She was obviously riled up at the sight of the diapers, clean up supplies, and pacifier laid out less than a foot away from her, but then again Saul always found her even more attractive when she was angry. Her face flushed akin to when he had her hot, wet, and begging to be fucked in the most undignified of ways, and the way she bounced her foot on top of her now crossed legs made her pert breasts jiggle just a bit.

“Yes, as a matter of fact. I’m tired of being woken up in the middle of the night because somebody forgets to use the potty before she goes to bed. You’re heading for another spanking, young lady.” The message was clear; Saul’s stern voice settled her down. She cowered into her self for a moment, and the way she bit into her full lower lip out of shame almost broke her lover’s heart.

“Hey…it’s okay, baby. That’s why you’re going to get diapered before bedtime from now on,” he soothed, taking her bra-length hair down to stroke it. “You know you like being my little girl…you’ll like being my baby, too.” With that, he gave her a breathy kiss on her mouth, which loosened at the soft touch. Saul took just a moment to hug and caress his precious mate, making sure she felt more love and care than shame. Sure, she was adorable when she was embarrassed, but he didn’t want her feelings to be genuinely hurt. Even though he spanked her, put her in the corner, made her call him Daddy, and gave other, more sadistic treatments, it was always her choice. Sometimes he just knew what she needed before she did, and tonight was no exception.

To keep her quiet, Saul brushed the pacifier against her moist lips. Taking it into her mouth earned Fiona a smile from her Daddy. She began to suck on the rubber object, gingerly at first, until she decided to relax and enjoy the tender treatment she was receiving. She knew she was playing along with Saul’s game when she lay back onto the pillow, but she didn’t care. The pacifier felt soothing in her mouth, and sucking on it eased her nerves. She watched her fiancée open the package of diapers and break seals on baby powder, diaper rash cream, and baby oil. She knew that she couldn’t go on wetting the bed forever; Saul desperately needed his sleep. Fiona began to cry softly. She was an adult! She didn’t even know why she still wet the bed, despite numerous trips to the family physician, nephrologists, urologists, and even a shrink when she was a teenager. She wasn’t angry with her lover anymore; just frustrated with herself for being unable to control her body’s most basic of functions.

Saul always made her feel better, though. He cleaned her nose and face with a clean baby wipe and gave her another kiss. Fiona sucked harder on the pacifier, profoundly happy that Saul loved her and accepted her so much. She was lifted again, and the young woman felt even smaller than before when Saul pushed her knees back to her chest with one hand and slipped the diaper under her upturned bottom. She wanted to close her eyes, but looking at his face helped. Saul hummed at her as he oiled her, playing with her most private areas with his slippery hand. He rubbed the naked, hairless flesh in all the places he knew she liked, making her gasp when he slipped a teasing finger inside her for a brief moment. That felt good, at least…it was a much more adult kind of soothing than she got from the pacii in her mouth, but she had never felt so helpless. Relaxing, she even smiled when the surprisingly silky powder hit her skin. This wasn’t so bad. Well, that’s what she thought until he laid her back down and the diaper made a crinkling noise under her. She wanted to scream and get up, but she knew that she needed her Daddy’s loving care if they were ever going to get a peaceful night’s rest. Saul wiped his hand on the towel beneath her before spreading her legs and pulling the front of the diaper snugly in between them. She felt humiliated and loved in equal measure when he taped the pseudo-fabric shut, sealing her in the garment.

Saul smiled down at her.

“That’s my good baby girl…you look darling, Fiona.” He scooped her up into another hug before packing his new favorite toys away into the nightstand. He had more surprises for her later; namely, the jar of glycerin suppositories. Those would find their way into her puckered opening before the week was out. For now, though, he was content to toss the towel onto the floor and give his new baby a hug, reaching over her briefly to turn off the lamp.

“There. Don’t you feel better, baby? You can go night-night now without waking up Daddy.” She nearly started to sob again, but instead clung tightly to his broad chest. He just held her closer, covering her up with the blanket. Fiona took her pacifier out of her mouth, earning a sharp look. The look soon disappeared, though, when she gave Saul a tiny peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you,” she whispered, in her most shy, little girl voice that only her lover was privy too.

“You’re welcome, angel. I love you too.”

And with that, the pair drifted off to sleep.