Spanking

Do you charge by the hour or the session?

Kayla was surprised that Annie was being so nice.   She was still fuming as she knew she might get a spanking! She knew that she planned on her drinking a bottle.  “I’m fine.” She said with a bit of a attitude.  

“N-no pl-please please I’ll be good!” She began crying as she knew she was going to do the most babyish thing she could.   Once Kayla saw the look she knew Ethan wasn’t budging. ”Can I at least have some privacy?!” She asked in between sobs.   

LOL!  Sounds like more than a "streak" in your diaper now!

This one is a bit longer, but I think it deserves the extra space.   Chapter 13 For a long moment, neither of them moved. They just lay there, breathing together, wrapped in the warm afterglow of a night that had somehow been chaotic and perfect at the same time. Melissa was the first to speak. “Okay,” she said, staring up at the ceiling, “that… was not what I expected.” Jasper tensed. “In a bad way?” She turned her head toward him with a lazy grin. “Jasper. I’m literally trying not to float off the bed right now. You did good.” He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” she said, propping herself up on an elbow. “And before you get shy about anything that happened earlier…” She poked his chest. “Congratulations. You made me come. Twice.” Jasper’s eyes widened. “Twice? Seriously?” “Seriously.” She flopped back down and covered her face dramatically. “I’m going to be smug about it for days.” Jasper laughed, the sound warm and disbelieving. “I mean… after my uh… earlier misfire, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to give you anything worth bragging about.” Melissa nudged his thigh with her knee. “Oh, please. If anything, round one took the pressure off. You were focused. You were sweet. You were—” She waved her hand vaguely in the air. “Whatever that was, it worked.” He grinned, cheeks flushing. “Good to know.” She looked around suddenly and groaned. “Though we should probably address… this.” Jasper followed her gaze over the bed, the sheets hopelessly twisted, damp in places, pillows in exile halfway to the floor. He winced. “Wow.” “Yeah,” Melissa said with a snort. “This bed looks like two people with no chill had a really enthusiastic fight with a laundry hamper.” “Well,” Jasper said, folding his hands behind his head, “at least it’s a flattering disaster.” She laughed, then scooted closer and laid her head on his shoulder. “You know what? Leave it. That’s a problem for future us.” “Agreed,” he said. “Future us can handle laundry. Present us deserves cuddles.” Jasper reached for Melissa and held her, squeezing her bottom. Melissa hummed approvingly and curled into him, warm, content, unselfconscious. “You’re pretty great, Jasper.” He kissed the top of her head. “You’re amazing, Melissa.” The ruined sheets could wait. The soft warmth between them couldn’t. - By the time they finally peeled themselves out of bed, the sky outside the window had shifted from afternoon gold to the softer blue of early evening. Both of them stood there for a moment, blinking at the clock like it had personally betrayed them. Melissa stretched, wincing playfully. “We started after lunch.” Jasper rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. And now it’s… almost dinner.” She gave him a look. “You hungry?” He gave her a look back. “I could eat a whole town.” “Pizza?” she suggested. “Pizza,” he confirmed with solemn authority. Melissa tossed him a pair of loose gym shorts from her dresser. “Here. Your boxers are… undergoing rehab.” Jasper snorted. “Yeah, they saw some things today.” “May they rest in peace,” Melissa said, pressing a hand to her heart. He stepped into the borrowed shorts and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. Melissa pulled on her own t-shirt and a clean pair of panties. The casualness of it, the two of them half-dressed and still glowing from everything that had happened, felt strangely intimate in its own right. “Beer?” Jasper asked. “Two,” Melissa said. “After the day we had? Absolutely two.” They padded to the kitchen, still a little wobbly, still smiling like they were sharing a secret.  Melissa grabbed her phone, still leaning against the counter, and opened the pizza app with the urgency of someone calling in a rescue team. “Okay,” she muttered, tapping fast, “large pepperoni… extra cheese… no, not enough… extra extra cheese.” She shot Jasper a dead-serious look. “This counts as medical intervention.” Jasper peered over her shoulder. “Add garlic knots.” “You trying to kill me?” “Yes. With carbs.” She snorted and added them. “Fine. But you’re sharing.” “Obviously,” he said. “I’m not a monster.” Melissa hit Order Now with a dramatic flourish. “Boom. Pizza incoming.” “Estimated time?” Jasper asked. Melissa squinted at the screen. “Forty-five minutes.” He groaned. “I might not survive.” She tapped his beer bottle with hers. “Stay strong. Reinforcements are on the way.” He took a long sip and sighed. “I’m counting on it.” Melissa slid her phone across the counter and leaned into him with a pleased hum. “We did good today.” “We did great,” he corrected, bumping her shoulder. Jasper leaned beside her, shoulder nudging hers. “I still can’t believe we lost like… four hours.” “Pretty productive four hours,” Melissa said, bumping him back with a grin. They stood there in their ridiculously mismatched outfits, drinking beer, waiting for pizza, both of them a little sore, a lot hungry, and surprisingly at ease. Melissa glanced up at him. “You staying for dinner?” “As if I’m letting you eat that entire pizza without me.” She smirked. “Then it’s a date.” Jasper raised his bottle. “To laundry, pizza, and very good afternoons.” Melissa clinked hers against his. “And to round two. Or is it three?.” He nearly choked on his sip. “You’re dangerous.” She winked. “Hungry first. Danger later.” The fridge hummed softly. The beer fizzed. Their laughter filled the kitchen. For the first time that day, the world felt like it had settled exactly where it belonged. -- They didn’t even pretend to wait patiently. The moment Melissa set her phone down, Jasper pulled her toward the sofa with a grin that said trouble was coming. They curled into each other fast, mouths finding each other like magnets. His hands slid up her sides, hers tangled in his hair, and the soft, loose shorts he’d borrowed were… not doing him any favors. Melissa could feel how unhelpful they were. She laughed into his kiss. “You’re ridiculous.” “You’re the one kissing me like this,” he murmured against her jaw, slipping his hands into the back if her panties. “Fair,” she breathed. They were halfway horizontal on the couch, Melissa straddling him, Jasper very much distracted, when the doorbell cut through the moment like a referee whistle. Both froze. Jasper blinked. “Is that—” “Pizza,” Melissa groaned. “Of course.” She looked down at him, at the very obvious situation happening under those loose shorts. “Oh no. No no no,” she whispered, hand on her forehead. “I’m not opening the door like this. I look like I’ve been tumble-dried.” Jasper lifted his head. “I can—” “You definitely cannot,” she said, staring pointedly at his shorts. He flopped back onto the sofa with a helpless laugh. “Okay, yeah, that’s not delivery-friendly.” Melissa scrambled off him, searching for pants with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb. “Where are my—oh! There—nope, those are yours—ah, here!” She grabbed the first pair of joggers she found and hopped into them with all the grace of a baby giraffe. Jasper sat up, hair wild, breathing uneven, looking both extremely aroused and extremely entertained. “Melissa,” he called as she rushed to the door, “you have… uh… couch hair.” “Not helping!” she whisper-yelled. She opened the door only a crack at first, trying to hide her flushed face and the fact she was absolutely out of breath. The delivery guy gave her one polite blink too many. “Long day?” he asked. “You have no idea,” she said, grabbing the pizza and shoving a generous tip into his hand before closing the door with a mortified squeak. She leaned back against the door, clutching the box like a shield. Jasper called from the sofa, voice low and teasing. “Did he survive?” “Barely,” she said, walking back in. “I nearly answered the door looking like I’d been attacked by enthusiasm.” He grinned. “You kinda were.” She threw a cushion at him. “Shut up.” “Come here,” he said, patting the couch. Melissa bent in front of the low table, setting the pizza box down with a relieved little sigh. She was still catching her breath, still laughing at the chaos of the doorbell situation. But then she felt Jasper behind her. Not touching her—just present. Focused. The room shifted. He leaned forward on the sofa, voice low but unmistakably amused. “Pants off.” Melissa froze mid-reach, blinking. “I just put them on,” she said, half protesting, half smiling. Jasper hooked two fingers gently into the waistband of her joggers, not pulling hard, just enough to let her feel the request. “Yeah,” he murmured, “and I wasn’t done with you when the doorbell ruined my life.” She turned her head over her shoulder, caught the heat in his eyes, and rolled her own in the most unconvincing attempt at annoyance in history. “You’re impossible.” “True,” he said, tugging again—soft, deliberate, teasing. For a moment she stayed still, studying him. The way he watched her. The softness in his expression under the intensity.  Melissa exhaled slowly, a smile curling despite the situation. “Fine,” she whispered, “but this pizza is getting cold.” Jasper grinned. “We’ll reheat it.” She stood just enough to slip out of the joggers, letting them fall into his waiting hands. Then she stepped back into his space, settling between his knees on the sofa, heart beating too fast and too full. “You happy now?” she asked, pretending to scold. Jasper wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently onto his lap. “No,” he said, kissing the back of her shoulder, “but getting there.” Melissa let out a breath she clearly didn’t mean to. Her body softened against his, but there was something else too—an urgency in the way she leaned into him, the way her hips shifted almost involuntarily as she settled on his lap. She wasn’t trying to hide it. She couldn’t have if she tried. Jasper felt it instantly. That subtle, unmistakable change in her. The quiet tension winding through her muscles. The way her breathing caught, just once, right before she pressed closer. He brushed his lips along her neck, smiling against her skin. “You’re trouble,” he whispered. Melissa swallowed, fingers curling around his forearm. “You started it.” “Oh no,” he murmured, sliding a hand up her side and reaching for her breasts, “you definitely started it.” He tilted his head, studying her face from behind, the flushed cheeks, the half-lidded eyes, the way she kept trying to breathe steady and failing. “You want more.” She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. She turned her head, her voice a low, honest whisper. “I do.” Jasper tightened his arms around her chest, pulling her more firmly against him. There was nothing frantic in the movement, just a deep, slow hunger that made her shiver. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I’m right here.” Melissa exhaled, leaning fully into him, letting her need show without hesitation now. His steady hands held her close, grounding and inviting at the same time. The abandoned pizza sat on the coffee table, completely forgotten, as the air between them thickened once more—warm, charged, and unmistakably mutual. Melissa relaxed into Jasper’s hold, though “relaxed” wasn’t the right word anymore. She was soft against him, but every part of her felt wired, tuned to him, as if even the small movements of his hands were turning dials in her she couldn’t shut off. Jasper noticed. Of course he did. He always noticed her. He brushed his lips along the curve of her neck, deliberately slow. “You’re shaking a little,” he murmured. “I am not,” she said, though her voice betrayed her with a small tremor that made him smile against her skin. “You are.” His fingers traced lazy circles on her hip. “Which is funny, because you were talking such a big game earlier. All confident. Ordering pizza. Saving my dignity at the door. And now, you’re soaking wet again.” She blushed a bit and elbowed him lightly. “And now you’re impossible all over again.” “And you like it,” Jasper said, teeth grazing her shoulder just enough to make her catch her breath. Melissa twisted toward him. “That’s not the point.” “Mm-hm.” He let his hands wander down over her navel, stopping just shy of anything truly dangerous, letting the anticipation do the work. “Tell me again how it isn’t the point.” She tried to glare at him, but her breath kept stuttering every time his thumbs brushed her ribs. “Jasper…” “Yes?” he asked, far too innocent. She turned fully in his lap, knees on either side of him now, and planted both hands firmly on his chest. “You think you’re smooth.” He leaned back against the sofa, letting her straddle him. “I know I’m smooth.” She snorted. “You’re a menace.” “And you,” he murmured, sliding a hand up her spine, “are stalling because you know I’m right.” She sucked in a breath she didn’t want him to hear. He absolutely heard it. Jasper grinned, slow and wolfish. “There it is.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” “That little sound you make right before you stop pretending you’re not losing it.” Melissa opened her mouth to argue. Nothing came out. Jasper’s voice dipped lower, teasing but warm. “You can keep pretending if you want. I don’t mind.” “You’re awful,” she whispered, turning around on his lap to face him, but the words melted as soon as she leaned in to kiss him, her hands sliding up his shoulders, her entire body betraying her attempt at composure. Jasper kissed her back with the kind of care that made the teasing worse. Softer. Slower. More deliberate. Every press of his mouth hinted at more he wasn’t giving her yet. He broke the kiss but stayed close enough that their noses brushed. “You okay?” “No,” she whispered. “You’re doing that on purpose.” He laughed quietly. “Absolutely.” She pushed him back into the cushions. “Then stop teasing.” “Make me,” he said. And the way she kissed him next proved she fully intended to. She kissed him hard, hands in his hair, stealing his breath and giving it back in uneven pieces. Jasper let her take the lead for a moment, loving the way she held him, the way her confidence grew with every second. Then she pulled back just enough to look at him. Her eyes were bright and determined. Dangerous in the best way. “You think you’re the only one who knows how to tease,” she murmured. “Oh?” Jasper leaned back, arms loose at his sides, inviting. “Show me.” Melissa grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, lifted it slowly—painfully slowly—then paused at her ribs, watching his reaction. Jasper swallowed, his jaw tightening just a bit. She noticed. “I knew it,” she whispered, smirking. “You’re not nearly as composed as you pretend.” He opened his mouth to respond, but Melissa tugged the shirt the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the floor as casually as dropping a napkin. She held his gaze the entire time, shoulders back, daring him to blink. He didn’t. He couldn’t. Jasper’s hands twitched on his thighs like he was barely restraining himself. Melissa was sitting on his lap, wearing only her flimsy soaked-through panties, and looking at him. “That…” he said quietly, “is not fair.” “Oh no,” Melissa said, sliding her hands up his chest, “it’s perfectly fair.” She leaned in, brushing her lips along the corner of his mouth without kissing him fully. “You started this.” Jasper exhaled, rough and warm. “I regret nothing.” “You will,” she teased, tracing his collarbone with her fingertip. “Because you’re not allowed to touch.” He froze. “Excuse me?” “Not until I say so.” He let out a breathy laugh, half disbelief, half arousal. “You’re evil.” “Maybe,” she said, settling more firmly onto his lap, “but you like it.” Jasper tried to reach for her. She caught his wrists and pinned them gently against the sofa. “Uh-uh. I said no touching.” “You’re killing me.” “That’s the idea.” Their faces hovered a breath apart. Jasper’s heartbeat thudded against her hands. Melissa kissed him again—light, quick, taunting—then another, slower this time, just enough to make his restraint unravel. Her own body was responding to the tease, nipples straining as if begging to be touched. He groaned softly. “Melissa…” She whispered against his lips, “Say please.” He swallowed hard. “Please.” Melissa smiled, pleased with her victory. “Good,” she whispered. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” -- Melissa held his wrists pinned, her confidence radiating off her in slow, intoxicating waves. Jasper, still sitting back in those loose shorts, let her have her moment of triumph… right up until she leaned in, brushing her breasts against his t-shirt, and whispered the one thing he’d been waiting for. “Okay,” she breathed, “you can touch.” The shift in him was instant. Not aggressive. Not rushed. Just a quiet, deliberate reclaiming of the moment. He didn’t lunge for her. He didn’t grab her like she expected. He simply slid his hands—slowly, deliberately—up her arms, letting his fingertips trace the warm lines of her skin. Melissa’s breath caught before she could hide it. “Oh,” Jasper murmured, tilting his head as if studying her. “So that’s what it takes.” She tried to glare at him, but her voice betrayed her. “Don’t start.” He smiled. “You gave me permission. I’m just… appreciating the opportunity.” He let his hands drift to her waist, feather-light touches that weren’t nearly enough. Melissa’s muscles tightened under his fingers, her body leaning toward him on its own. “Jasper…” she warned, but the warning was already breaking. “You said I wasn’t allowed to touch before,” he reminded her softly. His voice was warm, teasing, steady. “Now that I can… I’m going to take my time.” She shifted in his lap, impatient. It made him grin. “Oh, you’re already losing it,” he said, delighted. “We’re barely getting started.” “That’s because you’re being impossible,” she whispered. “Am I?” he asked, brushing his hands higher—still gentle, still avoiding anywhere she was desperate for him to go. “Because it feels like you’re the one who can’t sit still.” Melissa’s breath wavered. “You’re doing this on purpose.” “Absolutely,” he said. She grabbed the front of his borrowed shorts, frustrated. “Jasper. Stop. Teasing.” He caught her hands—not to restrain, but to slow her—and kissed her knuckles, one at a time. “No. You tortured me on purpose,” he said, voice low. “Now it’s my turn.” Her eyes flickered, heat giving way to anticipation. “You wouldn’t dare.” He lifted his gaze, holding hers. “Watch me.” Jasper leaned forward, kissing her neck—not hungrily, not wildly, but with a maddening gentleness that made her spine curve toward him. Then another kiss, slightly lower, slower. His hands roamed her back, steady, deliberate, avoiding all the places she wanted him. She let out a soft, involuntary sound. His smile against her skin told her he had heard it loud and clear. “That,” he whispered, lips brushing her collarbone, “is why I’m taking my time.” “Jasper…” she tried again, breathless. He kissed her just beneath the jaw, savoring the way her body tensed. “You okay?” “No,” she exhaled, clutching his shoulders. “You’re making me wait.” “Good,” he murmured, pulling her closer in one slow, confident motion. “Then you know exactly how I felt on that sofa.” She groaned, burying her face against him. “You’re infuriating.” “And you,” he whispered, finally letting his hands settle more firmly at her waist, “are not ready for me to stop.” Melissa shivered, her whole body drawn toward him, her patience unraveling by the second. Jasper smiled into her shoulder. “Now,” he said softly, “let’s see just how long you can handle being teased.” -- Jasper finally stopped teasing when Melissa’s breath broke in his hands. Her whole body leaned into him, no hesitation left, no pretense. He sensed it immediately—the shift, the surrender, the way she softened and reached for him like he was the only solid thing in the room. His teasing smile faded into something warmer, deeper. “Hey,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “I’ve got you.” Melissa didn’t answer with words. She cupped the sides of his face and kissed him like she wanted to pull the breath straight out of him. Jasper let out a quiet sound, holding her against him, letting her feel just how focused he was now. No delay. No games. Just him giving her exactly what she needed. Jasper leaned forward and took her breasts in his hands, as if worshipping them with his touch. Melissa’s fingers slid under his t-shirt, gripping the fabric, tugging upward with urgency she wasn’t bothering to hide. Jasper lifted his arms and let her pull it off him in one swift, hungry motion. The shirt hit the floor, forgotten. “Come here,” she whispered, voice unsteady, already pulling him closer. Jasper moved over her with a kind of aching tenderness, every touch purposeful, every kiss slow at first, then deeper as he read her responses. He paid attention—really paid attention—to her breathing, her hands, her throat, her breasts, her navel, the way her body arched toward him. He kissed the sensitive places he’d learned earlier, traced the lines he knew made her melt. Melissa’s gasp turned into a soft, surprised laugh. “You’re… you’re way too good at this.” “Learning fast,” Jasper murmured against her skin. “You’re easy to read.” “I am not,” she said, though her voice wavered in a way that completely betrayed her. “Really?” Jasper whispered, kissing her again, lingering just long enough for her breath to catch. “Because I’m pretty sure I know exactly what you want right now.” She shivered. “Then give it to me.” And he did—slow at first, savoring every reaction, then with growing confidence as Melissa’s hands tightened around him. Hooking his thumbs into her cotton, feeling the wetness peel off like a candy wrapper, Melissa pressing herself on him. Her breaths came quicker, her voice warm and shaking with the kind of pleasure that didn’t need to be spelled out. “Jasper,” she managed, barely holding onto his name, as he pressed his shorts against her. He held her through it, steady and sure, guiding her, grounding her, letting her feel everything she needed to feel. When she finally broke in a wave of emotion—eyes closing, lips parting, hands gripping him like a lifeline—Jasper kissed her temple and murmured, “Good… that’s it… I’m right here.” She curled into him afterward, breath unsteady but smiling in a way that wasn’t playful anymore. It was soft. Grateful. Full. “You,” she said, forehead resting against his, “are ridiculously good to me.” Jasper stroked her hair, still catching his own breath. “Tell me if you want more.” Melissa looked at him, eyes bright and warm and wicked. “Oh,” she whispered, tugging him back down, “I absolutely want more.” And with a laugh that carried every ounce of joy and desire between them, they pulled each other close and let the night take over again— not rushed, not messy, just wonderfully, unmistakably theirs. -- They ended up tangled together on the sofa, Melissa halfway across Jasper’s lap, Jasper holding her like he wasn’t entirely sure he could still sit upright. Their breaths slowly calmed, their bodies relaxing into that warm, drifting afterglow that only came from completely giving in. Melissa let out a small, exhausted laugh. “Okay… okay, we need to stop meeting like this.” Jasper leaned his head back against the cushion, eyes half closed, hair a mess. “Yeah. Or at least invest in sturdier underwear.” She shifted slightly and froze. “Oh. Oh no.” Jasper winced without opening his eyes. “Yeah,” he murmured. “That happened.” “For the second time today,” she said, fighting a smile. “In my shorts.” “My aim has not been great lately,” Jasper groaned. “Besides, it was that… or no condom” Melissa laughed, soft and breathless, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder. “Honestly? It’s kind of adorable.” “That’s a very generous word for what I just did.” “Well,” she said, poking his chest, “you did warn me you were already running on an empty tank after earlier.” He huffed. “This is so embarrassing.” “Jasper.” She lifted his chin gently so he had to look at her. “If you think I’m judging you, you’re out of your mind. We just… did all of that. Our bodies are confused. We’re both a mess.” He cracked a small, relieved smile. “Yeah. You’re… not exactly spotless either.” Melissa blushed and hid her face in his neck. “Let’s not talk about me.” “Oh no,” Jasper whispered, teasing now. “We’re talking about both of us. We’re tied for the ‘most chaotic lovers of the month’ award.” She laughed helplessly into his skin. “We really are.” He held her closer, arms warm around her waist, and for a moment everything went quiet except their breathing and the soft hum of the room around them. “You okay?” Jasper asked finally, voice low and sincere. Melissa nodded. “Yeah. More than okay.” She tugged at his arm until he wrapped her fully against his chest. “I kind of love this. All of it. Even the… wardrobe casualties.” He chuckled, relaxing completely. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure your shorts are actively resigning.” “Poor things,” she said, sighing dramatically. “They died heroes.” Jasper kissed the top of her head. “We’ll give them an honorable burial in the laundry.” She snuggled closer, both of them warm, tired, and wonderfully at ease. Two people, equally wrecked, equally happy, wrapped around each other like they had nowhere else in the world to be. And the pizza? Still sitting on the table. Absolutely forgotten. -- Melissa finally pushed herself upright with a small groan, her legs wobbly as she slid off Jasper’s lap. “We look like two people who barely survived a natural disaster,” she said, running a hand through her hair. Jasper lifted an arm like he was trying to wave for help. “I don’t think I can move.” “You have to,” she said, tugging his wrist. “Bathroom. Now. We need… damage control.” He laughed weakly. “Yeah. Before your sofa files a complaint.” They staggered down the hall, leaning on each other, taking turns snickering at how absolutely wrecked they both looked. In the bathroom, Melissa fished out some wipes and handed them to Jasper with the solemnity of someone passing off medical supplies. “Here,” she said. “This is the best I can do. Good luck, soldier.” “I’ll never forget your bravery,” he murmured, wiping off with a grateful sigh. Melissa grabbed another wipe, tending to herself with equal abandon. They kept catching each other’s eyes in the mirror—Melissa flushed and tousled, Jasper naked and rumpled—and every time they did, they broke into exhausted laughter. “This is the sexiest unsexy thing I’ve ever done,” Melissa said. “Says the woman handing me a baby wipe like she’s my pit crew,” Jasper replied. She swatted his arm. When they were done, Melissa rummaged through her dresser and produced two pairs of loose shorts. “Yours,” she said, tossing one pair at him. “Extra roomy. Non-judgmental fabric.” “Thank God,” Jasper said, stepping into them. “These shorts already understand me.” She slipped into her own pair, still topless except for the faint glow across her skin. Jasper couldn’t help but stare for a moment—softly, affectionately, a little dazed. “You sure you don’t want a shirt?” he asked. She shook her head with a lazy smile. “Not even a little.” They padded back to the living room, both in nothing but shorts, hair a mess, skin still warm from everything. They looked like two people who had been hit by a tornado and then hugged about it. The pizza box sat unopened on the coffee table, its cardboard lid sagging slightly, completely forgotten through all the chaos. Melissa flopped onto the sofa with a sigh so dramatic it belonged in theater. “Cold pizza. Our punishment.” Jasper lowered himself beside her, shoulders brushing hers. “I’ll take it.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Me too.” They each grabbed a slice, still warm enough to be edible, and ate in comfortable silence—bare skin touching, breath slow, legs tangled just a little, the room dim and peaceful. Not sexy anymore. Not frantic. Just two people, pleasantly destroyed, eating cold pizza in soft shorts and smiling like they’d survived something worth surviving. “Kinky night,” Jasper muttered. Melissa smirked and nudged him. “The best kind.” -- Jasper lounged on the sofa, the TV murmuring with some late-night sports recap he wasn’t actually watching. Melissa was curled against him, her head resting on his chest while his fingers traced slow lines through her hair. She looked half-asleep, peaceful in a way that made something soft pull at his chest. After a moment, Melissa blinked up at him. “I’m gonna get something to sleep in,” she murmured, sitting up with a sleepy stretch. “Be right back.” She shuffled out of the sofa, still wearing only her loose shorts. Jasper smiled, unable to hide the warmth he felt just watching her. There was something about her in that moment—the shyness, the comfort, the trust—that hit him hard in the best way. Melissa returned his smile, small and nervous, before shuffling toward the bedroom, biting her lip as she went. This was the moment. The moment she’d been thinking about all day. Jasper had loved her—really loved her. He’d stayed with her through awkwardness, insecurities, shaky confessions, all of it. He’d shown her patience and care and something so close to devotion it made her chest tighten. And now it was her turn to show trust. The vulnerable kind. The kind she had always feared would make someone run. But not him. Not Jasper. She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, heart thudding. The diaper bag sat waiting on the floor, already open from her earlier “test run.” She hadn’t been able to bring herself to actually put one on until now, but tonight she would. Tonight, she wanted to be honest with him in every way. She tugged one of the diapers out, unfolding it carefully, turning it in her hands. She tried to mimic the gentle fluffing motion she’d seen in tutorials, practicing the steps she’d memorized but never carried out. Then she stepped into it. Brought it up between her legs. Smoothed the sides. Reached for the tapes with a steadying breath. She’d chosen the larger size, as she was an in-between size, either small or medium, so it was a bit big on her. But it fit well. Snugly over her navel. No worries about tightness. The tapes landed well, after making sure their position before taping them on. This was her truth. And she was choosing to trust him with it. When she was done, Melissa looked at her reflection. Just her—no makeup, hair rumpled from the couch, cheeks still warm from everything that had happened tonight—and now this soft, white, crinkling layer around her hips. Her throat tightened. Not because she looked silly. Not because she felt ashamed. But because, for the first time in her life, she didn’t feel like she had to hide it.  He said I’d look cute, she remembered. She had to agree, as she looked back at the mirror. She opened her legs and bent down, sliding her fingers into the diaper and smoothing the edges, making sure the leg gathers weren’t bunching up.  She pulled on an oversized t-shirt for comfort, hesitated only one more breath, then opened the bathroom door. The hallway felt longer than usual. The living room light cast a warm glow over Jasper on the sofa—leaning back, one arm draped over the cushion, sports murmuring on the TV, but not really watching. He looked relaxed, soft, still riding the gentle haze of the evening. Melissa paused in the hallway before stepping back into the living room. She could hear her own heartbeat over everything—the TV, the hum of the apartment, her nervous thoughts. When she took her first step toward Jasper, the soft crinkle of her protection gave her away before he saw her. Jasper’s head lifted immediately. His expression softened, open and patient, like he knew this was a moment she needed to walk through on her own terms. Melissa stepped fully into view. She hesitated for half a second, then gathered her courage and lifted the hem of her oversized t-shirt, over her navel, revealing herself to him. Her breath caught. Jasper’s did too—with surprise, and something else, he couldn’t quite understand. His eyes didn’t waver. They warmed. They steadied. He looked at her like she was strikingly beautiful, like the sight of her took the air right out of him—innocent. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Adorable.  “Melissa…” he said softly, almost reverently. For a moment she couldn’t speak. She lowered her shirt, cheeks flushed, hands trembling slightly. “I… um… this is me. This is how I´m gonna sleep. I just…” Her voice wavered. “I hope you don’t—” She didn’t get to finish. Jasper stood, crossed the room in two steps, and took her hands gently. He didn’t pull or rush her. He just held her long enough for her breathing to settle. Melissa rested her head on Jaspe’s chest se he hugged her. Then, with careful guidance, he brought her to the sofa and onto his lap, turning her so she was facing him. Melissa folded into the space without resistance, surprised by how natural it felt. “Thank you for showing me,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. One hand held her back, the other reached for her padded butt, holding her. Melissa swallowed, eyes shining. “You… really don’t mind?” He cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing her skin. “Mind?” He shook his head, overwhelmed in the sweetest way. “I think you’re adorable.” Her breath hitched, the relief almost palpable. “And beautiful,” he added softly, “because you trusted me enough to let me see this part of you.” Melissa’s lips trembled, but she wasn’t crying—she was overflowing. Jasper leaned forward and pressed a slow, tender kiss to her mouth. Not urgent. Not heated. A kiss given for bravery. For honesty. For choosing him. Melissa lifted herself up, hungry for Jasper’s kiss. She lowered, melting against him, cheek resting against his chest, whispering, “Thank you.” Jasper wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and steady. “You don’t ever have to hide from me,” he said. “Not this. Not anything.” Melissa exhaled, sinking into him, her heart finally quiet. She had shown him her truth. And he met it with love.