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I've been writing a lot of more-realistic, more emotional/sexual stories lately, but Lizzy tickled my brain with a little fantasy today and it felt like time for a short story. This is going to take a little more suspension of disbelief than my more recent works, but remember - it's a fantasy. ---- Part One Panties almost felt odd at this point. Too thin. I only got to wear them on trips these days, my ID said clearly that I was owned, so diapers in public weren't a big deal. Liam barely let me cover them these days. Not all married couples go that extra step, for one to literally sign themselves over to the other... but it was the way we loved each other, and it felt right. But I certainly wasn't the only diapered wife in town, either. Still, it was nice to be out and about, on my own. I was here for a wedding, Piper - an old friend from college - was tying the knot. The metal band on my left hand clicked against the metal band around my neck as I smiled, wondering if Piper would take that extra step someday. The world was overcrowded, there was something noble about being your partner's baby instead of bringing another one into the world. Some of my more out-there friends thought I was crazy for buying into that, but honestly... it was nice. Nice to be cared for, nice for people to know that I belonged to Liam. That he wasn't just my husband, he was my Daddy. That wasn't going to stop me from enjoying a few days of freedom. Just to be cheeky, I sent him a shot of my panty-covered behind. L: Enjoy it while you can, Flower. You're going right back in diapers when you get home. I grinned as I read his words below my butt. He couldn't get me here, I was six states away and in a nice hotel. There was no better time to brat than when they had no way of reaching you. I: I don't think so... I think I'm back to panties full-time. L: Oh really. How many accidents have you had this trip? That pulled a blush from my cheeks. There had been a close call at the airport. The security line had been longer than I expected, and I drank a lot on the trip... I: None! I don't NEED diapers, they just look cute on my butt! L: Or maybe I'll keep you double diapered for a week or two, just to remind you of your place. You belong to me, Ivy. A shiver ran down my spine. Those were the words he had said to me when the collar closed on that magical day. Those words had special meaning. I have no idea what came over me, but I decided to escalate my bratting. I: Maybe I'll put YOU in diapers when I get back, Little Mister. L: Ivy Rose. I winced at the text. The middle name was coming out. Part of me hated my hippy parents for the moniker. L: You have one chance to thank me for LETTING you wear panties on this trip. One. Chance. I slid a hand across my hip, across my bottom. It would be so easy to get used to panties again, to be able to walk with no interference, without that constant crinkle. Maybe just a liiiiitle more prodding. I: I think I'll put you in the pink ones. I bet you'll be cute. L: Your panty privileges are now revoked. You are in trouble. I: Well I don't have any diapers here! I grinned as I tapped out the message, a thrill coiled in my stomach. So I guess trouble will have to wait for me to get home ❤️ ...he didn't respond. I stared at the screen, a sinking feeling in my stomach. I: Liam? Daddy? I was only teasing. I love you, of course I'll go back to diapers when I get home. L: Oh I know you will. But your punishment starts tonight. I blinked, just as there was a knock at the door. "Housekeeping." A woman's voice, someone around my age... "No thank you! I don't need anything!" The door was opening regardless. I dashed for the bed and slid under the covers, not wanting to be seen half-naked by the hotel staff. The housekeeper was probably three inches shorter than me, in a hotel worker's uniform - a collared shirt and slacks. "Please, I don't need anything right... now... " She pulled a cart in behind her. I knew then that I was doomed. On the top of it was a few boxes of various things, but my eyes were instantly drawn to the middle shelf. Which held stacks upon stacks of diapers. "Miss, are you Ivy Thompson? May I see your ID?" "Y-you're in my room, you can't just ask for my ID!" But I knew she could. I had one chance. I typed furiously. I: Daddy please. Please. Call them back, don't let this stranger diaper me! L: Be good or I'm upgrading you to a room with a crib. You'll have to be let out by the staff in the morning. Does that sound better? With crimson cheeks, I reached over and pulled my ID from my purse, handing it to the woman. "Okay Miss Ivy." She handed it back and gestured at me. "Off the bed. Your license is clear that you're owned and your Daddy has let us know that you - and the bed - need protection." "You can't do this to me... please... " With a single motion, she yanked the covers away, leaving me in the bed, in just my shirt and panties. "You can refuse me. I'm not allowed to put my hands on you if you don't consent to it... but we will have to ask you to leave for not complying, and your reservation will be canceled. Shall I contact your Daddy?" The matter-of-fact way that people referred to Liam as my Daddy never failed to bring heat to my cheeks... and my princess parts. Dejected, I climbed off the bed and watched as she stripped away the sheets, putting on a rustling plastic mattress cover. The sheets she put on after were pink unicorns in diapers with baby blocks here and there. "Lay down." She gestured to the bed. "Because you've been good, you get to pick what diaper I'm going to put you in." "Wh-which one is the thinnest?" "This one." She tapped a stack of cloth-backed disposables. "Is that what you want? We'll be sending a picture to your Daddy next." My heart sank. "Which ones are the thickest?" I watched as she gestured to a stack that was the same height as all the others... yet only had four diapers where the others had nearly ten. "These are by a fair margin." She held one up, showing me the soft pink plastic, with the word 'princess' written across the bottom. I closed my eyes before answering. "That one please." I laid still as she stripped my clothes from me, as she unfolded the diaper and slid it under me. It was as thick as the double-diapers that Liam was threatening me with. I covered my face with my hands as she sprinkled powder over my shaven pussy, just the way he liked it. Moments later, the diaper was drawn up between my legs, forcing them apart as she taped me in tightly. I looked down just in time to see her draw a line over the tapes with a sharpie. "Why did you do that?" "So when the morning attendant comes to check you, she'll be able to report to your Daddy if you fiddled with your tapes at all, silly girl. Now, do you consent to me taking your picture to send to your Daddy, or are you going to do it?" "I'll do it!" The last thing I wanted was to have a picture of me like this on some stranger's phone. I regretted picking at Liam now, I didn't think he would be willing to pay the extra fees for this sort of thing... I grabbed my phone and snapped a selfie, making sure that the absurdly thick diaper was in view. Moments later, it was sent to Liam. "I will tell your Daddy you were a very good girl." She handed me a baby bottle of water from her cart. "You'll be checked in the morning. I'll be locking the toilet down, of course." I simply nodded mutely as she walked into the bathroom, followed by several beeps. "Sleep well, baby girl." There was a little too much glee in her voice as she pulled the cart back into the hallway. "It's been a pleasure taking care of you." L: There, now isn't that better? All is as it should be. Is there anything you would like to say, babygirl? I: I'm very sorry for teasing you, Daddy. Thank you for taking good care of me, the bed is safe now. My hand went to the front of the diaper, rubbing gently at the plastic. It was funny, every girl liked to dream of her wedding... but very few of them dreamed of ending up where I was. I sure hadn't. I wouldn't have believed anyone who told me then that someday being taped into a clean, thick diaper would get me aroused. Conditioning was a funny thing. I arranged the pillows the way I liked them and let my bladder go, warming the crotch of the delightfully crinkly diapers... it was always best when they were wet. It felt the very best when they were well and truly soaked, but I was horny and missing my Daddy, so this would do. Shifting my hips, I began grinding on the pillow, letting a fold of the diaper find its way between my lips. I grinned as the feelings spread, as I humped the hotel pillow. It didn't take long for me to tire myself out, moaning loudly with my face pressed deep into a fluffy pillow.