Daddy's Home (Part 3)

This is a series of shorts I was commissioned to write by a patron. Previous section can be found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/41583150 

The Baby sat in his playpen, gripping the crayon in his fist and trying his best to stay within the lines. It was hard to color well without holding the crayon like a grown-up, but Daddy had been firm that he wasn’t allowed to pretend he was an adult. 

So, working with a handful of colors and trying to make something that looked halfway decent, he focused on the drawing. Colorful cartoons were playing on the living room TV, and occasionally he’d look up to see what was happening on the show, but most of his attention was taken up by getting the drawing finished. 

“Slower,” Daddy said, off to his left. “That’s it, Maid. Take it all in.” 

It was a struggle not to look up and watch, but Daddy had been firm about that, too. He and the Maid were playing a grown-up game. It wasn’t for babies to gawk at. 

Holding up the coloring page, he tried to decide what to fill in next. He’d done the reds and the blues, but there were still five colors he hadn’t used, and more than half the page was white. As he thought about it, he took a handful of cheerios from the plastic cup he’d been given, idly chewing on the snack. 

Choking noises caught his attention, and he almost looked up, but that would have led to a spanking. He distracted himself by looking at the TV instead, watching the antics of a cartoon dinosaur. 

I’ll do green. I haven’t done green yet. 

Daddy groaned in pleasure, and the Maid let out a muffled sound of surprise when he said, “Faster!” 

The Baby was straining against his cage. He didn’t want to think about it, not when he knew there was nothing that could be done to free himself, but he couldn’t help it. Hearing the desperate sounds of sex reminded him of how long it’d been, how much time he’d been trapped in a series of dirty diapers while being denied any sort of release. 

Even now, he was soggy and due for a change, but he knew he wouldn’t even be granted that privilege until he either stooped to making a mess or got to the point of leaking. Either way, he’d have to humiliate himself before being granted the privilege of a fresh, dry diaper, and that would only last until he had another accident. Given all the stuff Daddy had been putting in his bottles to make him lose control, that could be as little as a few minutes.

His wife… that is, the Maid moaned, the sound muffled by something filling her mouth. 

The Baby reached for his green crayon, took it in a fist, and started coloring in the page. 

Just don’t think about it. 

He looked up at the cartoon. The dinosaur was doing some sort of counting and colors game, teaching the association between numbers and groups. It didn’t hold his attention well over the sound of moans and gasps. 

Finally, Daddy gasped, and the Baby heard a shifting sound as he pulled the Maid even closer. “That’s right. Swallow it all. Every bit of it…” 

Baby looked down at himself, feeling every little quiver and tremble beneath his cage, feeling… warmth? 

Blushing, he realized he’d started to pee without realizing it. There was a telltale hiss, and his soggy diaper couldn’t quite contain it all. The edges of his onesie were stained with little crescent-moon shaped marks, and a puddle started forming on the ground around him. 

Taking deep breaths of pleasure, Daddy sat back on the couch. “Very good, Maid. Why don’t you go drink some water, and then attend to the Baby. It looks like he just couldn’t control himself.”