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Romy-21 Jared/ Daddy- 30 I could never admit it. That I liked it all. That I liked to be "forced" to do what Jared, no wait, Daddy wanted. It had started after we moved in together. He was 30, I was only 21. We'd met through work. He was a great photographer. I was an aspiring one. I'd been searching for someone I could work for, an informal internship, where I could learn the ins and outs of photography. The first night we'd finished a wedding and I was staying late at his house, learning the basics to editing. He'd offered me a drink. At only 5ft, and someone who rarely drinks, that one drink quickly turned to 3, which left me a giggly mess. He was a gentleman though. He offered me to stay in his guest room, and I happily accepted, not wanting to pay an Uber back to my small apartment that I shared with my 3 roommates. Nothing happened that first night. We just stayed up talking. No work got done. But it was fun. We had clicked. It was a week later when he first told me that he wanted to kiss me. I remember blushing, feeling tingly as I said yes. We kissed. It was intense and amazing. I had never felt a spark like that before. We took our time. We moved slowly. It was 6 months after we officially started dating that he asked me to move in with him, saying I could work full time as his assistant and second photographer. Looking back, I can see the signs that I missed. He'd always call me cute, say I was a little girl, though I guess to his 6 feet, I was little. He'd pick me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, telling me how little I was, patting my bum as he'd carry me. He liked to joke that because he was older, I had to listen to him. Sometimes, I'd joke back, telling him to make me, mouthing off. He'd give me a little spank and tell me that one day he would. The first time, I'd told him I didn't want to go to bed. It was only 10 and a Friday. I just wanted to watch one more episode. "Come on," he said, turning off the tv. He stood up from the couch. "Let's go, it's bedtime." "I'm not tired, I'll be up soon." I reached for the remote but he grabbed it. "Nope. Let's go." "Come on, just one more episode. We have the weekend off." I took the remote from him. "If you turn the tv on, I might have to punish you." I smiled up at him. "Oh ya?" I turned the tv on, not breaking eye contact. He smirked. "Okay, you asked for it." He sat down and grabbed me, pulling me over his lap. I knew instantly what he was planning, laying facedown on his lap. He used his leg to trap my legs, his arm around my back, his hand tickling my side. He began spanking me but it wasn't hard, it was more playful. I squirmed, giggling as I protested. I'd never been spanked before. But I liked it. I could feel myself getting tingly in a place I'd never thought I would. He stopped tickling and spanking me, his hand rubbing my bum. "Have you had enough, little girl?" I giggled. "Is that all you've got?" He laughed. His hand spanking me a bit hard this time, before slipping down between my legs, his hand slipping into my shorts and panties, touching me. "Hmmm, what's this here, huh? Is someone enjoying this?" "No," I said, my face red as I tried not to giggle as he tickled me again. "Are you sure?" His fingers played with me, feeling my wetness. He kept going until I came. He released me, letting me slide down to the floor before standing up. He pulled me up, lifting me up into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed me, then gently pushed my head down into his shoulder. I relaxed in his arms, as he carried me up to our room. We stayed up late after that, having the best sex we'd ever had. I fell asleep in his arms. We quickly fell into our newfound patterns. Me, being mouthy, challenging him, then ending up over his knee. The spankings got harder, but never hard enough to make me cry. We'd end my punishments with the best sex of our lives. It was during one of my spankings when I'd called him daddy, as a joke, sarcastically challenging him and his "weak" spanks. I felt him grow hard instantaneously, feeling him poking into my tummy. He ended the spanking early, not able to contain himself anymore. I learned from that, calling him daddy whenever I thought he was being bossy, or when I wanted to turn him on. It was one afternoon, after a particularly fun spanking and playtime together, when we were cuddling naked on a pile of blankets and pillows on the living room floor, when he told me that he wanted me to start calling him Daddy whenever we were at home. I agreed. He quickly added that if I called him Jared, I'd find myself over his knee. Sometimes, I'd purposely slip up, calling him Jared. It was fun to see his reaction, the sparkle in his eyes, as he'd pull me over his knee. He soon added in a time out, declaring that I was acting like a little girl and I needed extra punishment. He'd take my hand after a spanking, my pants down at my ankles, and lead me to the corner of the room, standing me in place, ordering me not to move. He'd give me anywhere from 5-30 minutes. If I talked or moved, my time would start over. Sometimes, he'd end it early, too eager to take me to bed. One night, while we laid in bed talking, he told me that he wanted me to try something new. "If you don't like it, we never have to do it again. But I'd love for you to try, please," he said. "What is it?" I asked. He got up, going to the closet and pulling out a plastic bag. I sat up in bed, watching as he pulled out a pack of diapers. "You want me to wear diapers?" "It's not a diaper, it's a pull up," he said. "I just- look, I love being your daddy, taking care of you, treating you like a little girl. You don't have to use them, just wear them for a bit, see what you think." I agreed and he slipped the pull up over my feet and up my legs, then on. It were surprisingly comfortable. We laid in bed, watching tv, and I could feel the pull ups padding rubbing against me in just the right way. I fell asleep wearing it. When I woke up the next morning, having to pee, I remembered what I was wearing. Jared, wait no, Daddy was still sleeping beside me. I could wet it, I thought. It would be easier than getting up and I wouldn't have to leave the blankets. Plus, I'd be up in a bit anyways to shower, it's not like I'd be laying in my own pee forever. It was so much hard then I thought. It took me a few tries, but soon, I was able to pee. I started to worry that it wouldn't hold it all as I felt it swell up against me, but I felt all around me, the sheets still dry. I rolled onto my tummy, closing my eyes. It's actually pretty nice, I thought. The warmth of it, it didn't feel wet or sticky or anything, just warm and comfortable. I squirmed a bit, before closing my eyes, telling myself I'd rest for just a bit longer. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Daddy was waking me up. "Good morning, princess. It's time to wake up. How did you sleep?" "Mmmm, good, daddy. How did you sleep?" I rolled onto my back, stretching. I suddenly remembered my wet pull up. His hand rubbed my tummy before sliding down. He stopped in shock as his hand settled on my swollen pull up. "Did you- did you pee?" He asked in shock. I covered my face. "N-no." "Are you sure?" I nodded, still hiding my face. He rubbed the swollen padding. Slipping his fingers into the pull up, he started touching me. "I see you're wet somewhere else too." He reached over, pulling my hands from my face. "Don't worry, baby. It's okay if you had an accident, that's what daddy got you pull ups for." He leaned down to kiss me, his hand still playing with my princess parts between my legs. He ripped off the sides of my pull up, pulling it out from under me, before climbing on top, slipping inside of me. It was the best sex we'd ever had. We ended it in the shower, where he took his time cleaning me. It started off with me wearing my pull ups only a few times a week. Sometimes I'd wet, but sometimes not. I loved it but I could never admit it to him. I couldn't tell him how excited I'd get when he'd slip his fingers between my legs, checking to see if I'd wet my pull up, rubbing the padding into me. It was a few months later when he introduced me to diapers. He'd shown me online some cute ones, pinks, tye dye ones, ones with little safari animals. I said yes to them, agreeing to try them out, so he'd ordered a few kinds. They showed up, and we sat on the floor, opening the big box together. I was shocked by how big they were, how thick. In the box was a pink pacifier, a big one and a big baby bottle. "What're these for?" I asked, holding them up for him to see. "I thought they'd be cute, if you want to try them." I just set them down, unsure. "Pick out a diaper, baby, daddy will change you," he said. I shook my head. "I don't need diapers, daddy." "No? Come here, let me check your pull up." I shook my head. "It's dry. You don't have to check," I lied, not looking at him. He grabbed my ankle, pulling me to him across the floor. I tried to get away, but he was quickly able to get my leggings down, revealing my soaked swollen pull up. "What's this?" I covered my face. "Nothing." "No? Cause I see a very wet pull up. Did baby lie to daddy?" I didn't say anything. He stood, pulling me up and leading me to the couch. He sat down, pulling me over his lap. "You're going to count the spanks that daddy gives you, understood?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Daddy." He spanked me, and I counted out each one until he got to 30. "Lay down." He pointed at the floor. I got down, laying on my back. He grabbed the pink diapers, opening them up and pulling one out. He already had a pack of wipes and baby powder on the coffee table, which he grabbed. He opened the pacifier package, holding it to my lips. "Suck." I shook my head, refusing to open my mouth. "Do you want a time out?" He gave me a look, and I slowly opened my mouth, letting him push the pacifier into my mouth. "Suck. Pretend it's daddy that you're sucking on." My face red, I obediently began sucking, feeling ridiculous as I laid there. He ripped the sides of my pull up, and I lifted my bum so he could pull it out. He wiped me down then unfolded the huge, crinkly pink diaper, slipping it under me. I settled on it, the soft padding against my bum. He sprinkled powder onto me, then pulled the diaper up between my legs, taping all 4 tapes into place, the diaper tight around my waist. "Good girl. Come here." He stood up, pulling me to stand. He pulled my leggings up over my thick diaper. "Come here." He pulled me to the couch, sitting down. He sat me on his lap, and we cuddled. "You did so good, baby girl." I was surprised by how much I liked my diaper. The thickness took a bit to get used to. I felt like I could barely walk. But it wasn't until we were in bed, when I had slipped under the covers, taking daddy in my mouth, when I had to pee. I had held it in for so long and I finally let go, flooding my diaper. It quickly soaked it all up, and I felt dry, the warmth against my skin. Daddy finally finished and we cuddled, watching tv. I fell asleep soon after, my warm diaper hugging me. Daddy woke me up the next morning with some morning sex before we showered together. After the shower, he wrapped me in my fluffy towel, then led me to the bed. "Lay down," he said. "I'm going to dress you, okay?" I laid down on my back on our huge bed. He came over with a diaper. "I don't need a diaper, Daddy," I protested. "I'm not a baby." "Well, how about we make a deal. You keep this diaper dry until lunchtime, and daddy will change you back into your big girl panties." "Daddy," I whined, pouting at him. He held the pacifier to my lips. I shook my head. "Ro," he said my name in a warning tone. I opened my mouth, accepting the pacifier. "Good girl." He rolled up my towel, just past my waist, and slipped the diaper under me. He powdered me up, then taped me into it. I sat up on the bed, as he went to the closet, pulling out my pink sundress, with little rainbows all over it. He dressed me, then stood me up, pulling it down over my thick diaper. "You're the cutest, most beautiful girl that I've ever seen." He kissed me on the forehead, patting my bum. "Go downstairs, daddy will be right down." I waddled down to the kitchen, my diaper crinkling with every step. I decided to start breakfast, pulling out the bacon and eggs. He came down, dressed in grey sweats and a blue t shirt. "What're you doing, baby girl?" "I'm cooking breakfast," I tried to say, but the pacifier muffled me. I took it out of my mouth to repeat it. He smiled, guiding my hand with the pacifier back to my mouth. "Good girl. Here, let daddy do it." I quickly found myself in diapers every day that we were both home. Then it became every night. I'd come to love my diapers. But I could never admit it. So I'd "fight" daddy every time he'd go to diaper me. I'd argue and complain. I'd demand to use the potty, only to end up over daddy's knee. We fell into a routine. I'd wake up, wet my diaper and daddy would cuddle me, slipping a bottle into my mouth. He'd change me after breakfast, letting me shower. Sometimes I'd come back to our room, finding a diaper waiting for me. Sometimes it's be a pull up. Some days I got to be "big". Those were the days we'd be working. But we really only worked outside of the house 2-3 days a week. I found myself feeling little a lot. I'd be working, helping Daddy edit pictures or answer emails and be sucking my pacifier as I did it, with my bottle filled up beside me, my diaper wet and swollen between my legs. I felt like me. I knew it was weird, not normal for a 21 year old to be okay with her boyfriend treating her like a baby. But I loved it. Jared knew. But he played the game with me. I know he loved it. He'd get hard while punishing me, when changing me. I quickly found that he loved having me on my knees, taking him in my mouth, with a wet diaper between my legs. I had to go home for a week to visit my family. He wasn't able to come as he had a wedding to shoot, but I flew out. I didn't realize it until then how much I missed my baby stuff. I got annoyed everytime I had to pee, wishing I was diapered. I couldn't tell daddy that though. The first thing we did when I got home was run to our bed. When we were done, he diapered me, and held me in his lap, feeding me a bottle before slipping my pacifier into my mouth. "I got you some surprises," he said, standing up. I sat up, naked except for my diaper. "What is it?" I asked, with my pacifier in my mouth, not caring that it made me sound just like a toddler. He went to the closet, coming back with a big pink bag. He set it down on the bed beside me. I pulled out a pink t shirt, only to realized it was an adult onesie, with snaps on the crotch. I pulled out 5 of the, all different colours, one white with unicorns, another that said 'daddy's girl'. Then there were light blue shortalls, with snaps on the crotch and legs. And finally, 3 sundresses. I loved them all, jumping up to hug daddy. "Thank you daddy!" I said, though it sound more like "fank ou daddy." He kissed my head. "Pick out a onesie." I picked out the 'daddy's girl' one and let him dress me, laying down so he could snap it in place. "I have one more surprise for you," he said, lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands under my bum, as he carried me out of our room and to the guest room. He set me down outside of the door. "Go ahead." I opened the door, and stepped in, stopping as I saw what he'd done in my week away. Replacing the double bed was a giant pink crib, with bars so tall, they almost reached the ceiling. There was a pink unicorn print blanket and fluffy pillows inside. Beside the crib was a big white rocking chair, with pink cushions on it. Beside that, a small table, with a pink lamp. On the other side of the room was a large changing table, with 3 shelves below it, filled with diapers, whites and baby powder. A big pink chest say on the floor, with a fluffy pink rug beside it. "I made you a nursery," daddy said. "What do you think?" He took my pacifier out of my mouth. I was shocked. "I'm not a baby, Daddy. I don't need a crib." I hugged him, taking my pacifier back and putting it in my mouth. I waddled over to the closed chest, opening it. It was filled with stuffies and toys, everything from stackers, to Barbie's, to unicorns, Polly Pockets and even a pink rattle. I sat down on the rug, my diaper crinkling to look through it, finding a stuffed unicorn that I really liked. "Here, come try your crib." Daddy said. He went over, unlocked one side and sliding it down. "Baby, come here." I started to stand. "No, crawl to daddy, Ro." I obeyed, crawling to him, my diaper crinkling, holding onto the unicorn as I did. He bent down, lifting me up and setting me onto the crib. "Legs in, sweetie." I pulled my legs in and he pulled the side of the crib back up, and locked it into place. He looked at me through the bars. "What do you think?" "It's very nice, daddy, but I don't need a crib. I'm a big girl," I said, keeping my pacifier in my mouth. He smiled at me, reaching in to pay my thick diaper between my legs. "No? Well, maybe, we'll see, okay?" He stroked my hair. That night, he took me up to my new nursery after we had fun in our bed. I was naked and he laid me on the change table, quickly diapering me as I sucked on my pacifier. That was the first time that I noticed the butterfly mobile above my head. He sat me up, my diaper crinkling to dress me in a onesie before carrying me to the rocking chair. He sat down, me in his lap, then leaned me back, taking my pacifier from my mouth and slipping my bottle in between my lips. He rocked in the chair, making up a silly story as I sucked my bottle. I had to pee already and I let go without a second thought. When I was done, he kissed me, then slipped my pacifier back into my mouth. "You're going to sleep here tonight okay, baby. But, there's a baby monitor right here, so if you need daddy, you just call for me and I'll be right here." "Daddy, I'm not a baby. Why can't I sleep with you in our bed?" "I want you to try your crib tonight, princess. It's safer for you in here, I wouldn't want you to fall out of the bed." He carried me over to the crib, the side already down. "Lie down, daddy will tuck you in." I laid down, and he tucked the blanket around me, giving me the stuffed unicorn to sleep with. He leaned down to kiss my head before pulling up the side of the crib. "Good night, baby. I'm so proud of you, you've done so good." I fell asleep quickly. That morning was the first time that I woke up soaked, realizing that I'd wet myself in my sleep. My onesie kept my diaper from sagging and I reached down, rubbing my diaper between my legs. I kept going till I came, moaning with my pacifier in my mouth. I laid back, wriggling in my squishy diaper. Daddy came in then. "Good morning, baby. It sounds like you've been having fun in here." I hid under my blanket, embarrassed at the fact that he'd heard me. He pulled down the side of my crib, lifting me up and carrying me downstairs. I was surprised when I felt him set me down on a tall seat. He stepped back and I quickly realized that I was in a large sized high chair. "Daddy, I'm a big girl," I protested. "Are you? Cause your very wet diaper tells me otherwise," he said, pulling a strap over each of my shoulders. I watched as he buckled the steps together to a large buckle between my legs. He grabbed a large tray, slipping it onto the high chair infront of me. He slipped a bib around my neck. He came back with a plate of cut up fruit, waffles and maple syrup, along with a bottle of milk. "Eat with your fingers, baby." He sat beside me, eating his own food. We talked as we ate, my fingers sticky. I drank from my bottle, finishing it before he came with a warm cloth, wiping my face and hands clean. He held my pacifier to my lips and I accepted before he unbuckled me, setting me on my feet. He patted my bum. "Go play in your nursery while daddy cleans, okay?" I waddled up to my nursery, sitting on the rug and pulling out the toys to see what I had. I was looking at the Polly Pockets when daddy came in. "Come here, little girl, time for a change." He patted the changing table. I waddled over, my soaked diaper forcing my legs apart. He lifted me up and I laid down and sucked my pacifier, watching my mobile above me as daddy changed me. He snapped my onesie back in place, then sat me up. "All right, this morning, you were playing with your princess parts, weren't you, sweetie?" I looked down, nodding and sucked my pacifier. "Okay, you know that's a grown up thing to be doing. It's not for little girls to do on their own. Daddy should've been helping you with that." He reached down on one of the change table shelves, coming up with a pair of pink things. "These are mittens. Daddy is going to lock your hands in them for 24 hours. It's to show you that you need daddy to do things for you. So until you learn, daddy is going to have to use these." "But daddy! No, I don't want them" I sat on my hands. He gave me a look. "Baby, do you want a time out?" "No." "Then give me your hands." "No." "You have until the count of 3. 1.......2....." I held out my hands. "Good girl." He slipped one over my hand, locking it at the wrist, then did the same to the other. The mittens were thick, and I quickly realized that I wouldn't be able to do much with them on. He lifted me off the change table. "You're going to play in here. Daddy has to get some editing done." I stayed in my nursery, with daddy closing the door behind him. I sat on the floor, struggling to get the mittens off. Annoyed, I spat my pacifier out, sitting and pouting on my rug. Daddy came back a bit later. "Hey, baby girl, everything okay in here?" He held a bottle. I refused to answer, crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckled, leaning down to squeeze my wet diaper between my legs. "Lay down, drink this." I obeyed, happy to have a bottle since I hadn't been able to pick up my pacifier with my mittened hands. I held the bottle between my mittens, drinking it all as daddy cleaned up the toys around me. When I was done, I sat back up. "Daddy, please take these off. I promise I won't ever do that again." "Sorry, Ro, but no." "But I can't even pick up my pacifier with these! What if it falls out of my mouth again?!" "Hold on, I can fix that." He went to the closet, opening the door. He came back with a pacifier with straps on it. It was already in my mouth before I realized that he was buckling it around the back of my head. It was bigger than my normal pacifiers, and I could barely talk with it. I tried to protest, but daddy ignored me. "I'll be back soon." Daddy left, leaving me frustrated. I was so turned on though. The helplessness I felt, not even able to talk. We'd never played with gags before and as annoyed as I was to not have my regular pacifier, I was happy to still be able to suck on it, even as it forced my mouth apart more than normal.