Because You Asked for It: Chapter 4

Chapter 4. Jordan

I didn’t like the idea of telling people I was wearing diapers, but Katie had a point about telling the people we saw all the time, at least when they found out, if they found out. Her friend Kylie was in and out of our house so often she didn’t even wait for us to answer the door before coming in. We saw her Mom at least every other weekend and her sisters a lot, too. But I had no idea what she was going to ask for next.

“There’s something else I want to ask you,” she said, taking my hand. She always takes my hand when she wants to say something important. One of the things I liked about her when we first started dating was she was very handsy, whereas I often needed to consciously remember to hug a girl at the end of a date. I guess I was always just too shy, but Katie loves that about me.

“You can ask,” I said.

“You can wear 24/7 no matter your answer, really. I promise. I just ... as long as we’re being open, and things are changing a little more anyway, I want to ... ask if you’ll indulge in my fetish.”

“Spanking?”

“Sort of.” She said it like a question, and it was pretty rare for Katie to ever feel nervous like that around me. ‘I was ... You know I’ve always had a thing for dominance?”

“Yeah.” She even went to munches and play parties with Kiley sometimes. I was fine with it, so long as she stuck to domming only other women and never let the relationships get beyond play partners.

“Do you know what a female-led relationship is?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t go to events back then, and I wasn’t into BDSM, but it came up occasionally in the diaper forums.

“I want to try it,” she told me. At the time, I didn’t see the big deal. She was already the breadwinner, and I went along with pretty much everything she told me anyway because, frankly, she was pretty much always right. She’s always seemed to understand what will make me happier more than I have.

“What exactly would that entail,” I asked.

“I make the rules, and you follow them. If you break them, I’ll punish you.”

“With spankings?”

“Not only spankings. The punishment will fit the crime. And I’ll always be fair.” I knew she’d always be fair, and it’s not like I did stuff wrong all the time. I figured I’d hardly ever get in trouble with her, and never enough to earn any major punishment.

Still, I wanted to know what I was getting into. “What would the rules be?”

“I’ll come up with those later. You just need to follow them and do as you’re told.”

“Can we try it for six months?”

“Twelve,” she countered.

“Okay.”

“I need to know you’re not just saying that because you feel obligated since I agreed to the 24/7 or because you’re worried I’ll change my mind.”

“I’m not,” I promised. “I’m willing to try it.”

“Why?”

“Because ... you’re usually right about stuff anyway. And I love you. I want you to be happy, too.”

She smiled at me. I never could withstand her smile. She leaned over, and we kissed. When she broke away she said, “I love you, too.” She took a big breath and let it out, I think mostly in relief but also in happy anticipation. “First rule: 24/7 means 24/7. Go put a diaper on.”

“How can you always tell when I’m wearing or not?”

“I can’t always tell.”

“So you just guessed right now?”

“You’re fly is open.” 

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