This is the second installation of my story. Thanks for the feedback, guys and gals!

“There. Just a little red spot, baby…yeah, I know its sore honey, but that’s no reason to cry,” Saul soothed, speaking calmly to reassure his fussy fiancée. Fiona was whimpering behind her pacifier, naked other than her socks on their bed. Her Daddy had kept her in diapers for the past three nights, and every single morning he had found a wet diaper when it was time to get her up and bathed to start the day. So far, with the exception of the first night, this was the only time she had put up a fuss. Fiona’s constant bedwetting meant neither of them had gotten a good night’s sleep until Saul had the foresight to diaper her promptly after supper time. Tonight, though, her upturned bottom had quarter sized red spots, the beginnings of diaper rash. Saul was trying to powder said upturned little bottom, but the whining sounds that were only slightly muffled by the pacifier she sucked were getting a little annoying. Even patting her bottom and the pink flesh in the middle softly with the powder puff weren’t calming her much.

“Fiona. I’m not going to tell you again. Stop fussing or you’ll have more than just one red spot on your hinny.” She really wasn’t in a good position to have a fit. Saul held her ankles in one of his broad hands, pushing her knees up to her chest. The caramel-skinned woman was effectively pinned by her own legs onto the towel spread out on their bed that was her make-shift changing table. For now…unbeknownst to her, Saul was more than idly considering upholstering the top of their dresser with vinyl and some batting. Hell, one smooth slot cut in a drawer and the back panel would be more than enough to hold a long belt into place to hold her chest and arms down until she got more comfortable with being changed or given other attention. Or just when he felt like seeing his pretty little princess trussed up for that matter…

The constant whine hadn’t stopped, so Saul made good on his word. He lifted her ankles up into the air, and when Fiona was held up and as helpless as an infant (which she was doing a damned good job of playing), he spanked her bottom over and over. A small flurry of powder hung in the air as he delivered the firm, loving discipline to her backside. Fiona out and out sobbed at that point, but made no effort to struggle or spit out her pacifier. She seemed to have resigned herself to the role her actions chose for her and was content to cry, head turned to the side. It wasn’t long before her Daddy’s hand had left her bottom a deep, angry red, effectively camouflaging the few spots of diaper rash that were her excuse for not wanting to be diapered this evening.

Ouch! A loud squeal from behind her pacifier brought a grin to Saul’s face. He had spanked her thighs, which she hated. Saul decided to focus on that tender area next. The backs of her legs had received quite a bit of attention lately; it was easier to spank her sensitive thighs than bother to remove the mandatory disposable diaper. Besides, she looked cute over his lap like that; her padded bottom protruding as she wiggled and squirmed and tried to beg her way out of taking her punishment for whatever Saul decided she needed it for. This was different. Fiona was going to have to accept that she was going to be diapered at bedtime until she could control her wetting. If she hadn’t been able to do so at twenty four years of age, he doubted it was ever going to happen.

When Fiona finally stopped sobbing, Saul stopped the spanking. She still cried, but lay still on her back and accepted the correction she was receiving. That was good enough for her lover/Daddy. He finished the rather enjoyable task of diapering her, and drew out every possible action. He even made sure to give her padded crotch a squeeze once the tapes were fastened on the side, and rolled her over onto her tummy just to pat her bottom. Tonight was the first night he had the opportunity to dress her in the pink plastic panties he had ordered online-rush delivery, thank you eBay! He put those on her too, appreciative of just how babyish she looked. Of course, this gave him the chance to admire her reddened thighs. Like any artisan worth his salt, he was proud of his work. When he rolled her back and sat her up, Fiona apparently had decided her punishment was over and reached up for her customary post-spanking cuddles. She did look cute, but he wasn’t done yet.

“Uh uh, missy. You’re going to stand in the corner until you’re done crying. I’ll say when you can come out,” he reprimanded, pushing her hands away. Fiona started crying with renewed zeal then, the wildly streaked strands of her pretty hair falling into her face. She did look pitiful though, and that did nothing to resolve the throbbing erection that threatened to rip a new fly in Saul’s pajama pants. Ignoring his body, Saul rose to his feet, helping Fiona but not picking her up. He knew that more than the spanking, his lack of cuddles and affection were eating her alive, and he reveled in it. He did hold the sobbing woman’s hand, though, admiring the way she waddled into the living room beside him. Her thick layers of diapers impeded her walk, and she looked precious. Saul guided her into a corner, and with the help of the handy-dandy roll of packing tape on the entertainment center, secured her hands behind her back. The only rubbing her bottom would be getting for the next twenty or so odd minutes would be from the thick layers that padded it in case of accidents, and her thighs weren’t going to receive any comfort at all until he decided that her punishment was over.

Saul idly rubbed the front of his thin cotton pajamas after he settled down on the sofa. It was a good night indeed…Fiona had fed him fried pork chops, salad, and baked potatoes with cheese and onions; she looked hot all punished and babied, and now he was going to stroke himself and play Rainbow six on his X-box 360 until it was time to have her laid out on the living room floor on her tummy, diaper opened, and spewing apologies while he did something about that damned erection. He was too full and satiated to do much more than pound his lovely woman into the subfloor, give her some cuddles and a bottle, and go to sleep anyway.

That was Saul’s plan. Saul’s plans rarely went as he hoped they would. As soon as he was comfortable, his headset on, and he had logged into the game, the doorbell rang. Fiona started, standing straight up. Well. Things might get even more interesting. The more the merrier, they always said.