Daddy's Home (Part 2)

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/41583111/ 

“Alright, Maid, I think it’s time that you check the baby’s diaper.” 

Daddy was sitting back on the couch, his legs up on a stool, watching as the Baby squirmed in his playpen. For once, he’d been given permission - and even instruction - to try and hold it, but those instructions had been accompanied by a powerful laxative in his most recent bottle. 

So, the baby was desperately trying to hold it in as he played with the blocks he’d been given. 

Blushing, the Maid walked over to her husband, checking the Baby in exactly the way she’d been trained to. She bent at the waist, so that the frills of her skirt were lifted up to expose her lace panties, and pulled back the waistband on the Baby’s elastic shorts and the back of his diaper. Then, she reached around to the front, squeezing the crotch, making the Baby whimper and squirm. 

Daddy couldn’t blame him for the reaction - it was the only contact that his caged little cock got to have anymore. He also knew that the diaper was wet, even before the Maid finished checking, so he quietly thumbed the remote control that was connected to her remote vibrator, giving her just a little taste of pleasure as she stood to give a report. 

Gasping, she caught herself as she said, “H-he’s w-ah, ah…” 

Feeling sympathetic, Daddy turned off the vibration. “What was that?” 

“The Baby is wet, Daddy, but he doesn’t need a change,” she reported. 

“Good job. Now, I would like something to drink. Go make me some coffee, please.” 

She didn’t ask how he took it. She’d learned his preferences, quickly, the first time. 

He smirked as he watched her go. It was tempting to thumb the remote just to make her yelp as she walked away, but he held back. At the moment, the vibrator served a greater purpose. 

When the Maid returned with his coffee - black, and strong, just the way he liked it - he said, “Alright. Now, it’s time for you to check the Baby’s diaper.” 

Curtsying, she said, “Yes, Daddy,” and turned to go check the Baby once again.

He was still struggling to hold it in as she pulled back the waistband of his diaper, squeezed the crotch, and then stood to report. 

“He’s-” she started to say, as he thumbed the remote control. “Ah, we- wet, Daddy!” 

Turning off the vibrator once again, Daddy nodded. “Very good. Now, why don’t you go make sure the rest of your chores are taken care of?” 

Bowing, she scurried off to do as she’d been told. 

Daddy smirked, and sat back to enjoy his coffee. For the moment, his household was in order. The Pup was asleep at his feet, the Baby was whimpering as he tried to keep from filling his diaper, and the Maid was jumping to obey him at every turn. Just as things should be. 

Five minutes passed, and Daddy knew when the Baby lost his fight with the laxatives. The whimpering, the grunts, and the smell that filled the room a moment later were all telltale signs, but Daddy didn’t make a comment on it. He pretended not to notice, as the Baby gingerly sat back down to play, squirming at the sensation of his full diaper. 

A couple minutes later, the maid walked through, and Daddy snapped his fingers. “The Baby needs his diaper checked.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” By the wrinkling of her nose, she already knew what she was going to find, but she walked over, bent, and pulled back the waistband of his diaper anyways. 

With a subtle motion, Daddy pressed the remote control for the vibrator, taking it up all the way. 

The Maid moaned and dropped to her knees. She hadn’t been prepared for the sudden rush of pleasure. 

Daddy didn’t relent. “Maid, tell me what you found.” 

“He’s…” she bit her lip, head rocked back at the sensation. “He’s m-mah, ah, ah-” 

Not just yet, Daddy thought, lowering the speed on the vibrator before she could reach climax. 

Visibly disappointed, she said, “He’s messy, Daddy,” though she still let out little gasps as the vibrator pulsed inside her. 

“Are you certain?” Daddy asked. “Check again.” 

She did, and he turned the vibrator up to maximum once again. 

This time, he didn’t turn it back down. As she had her hand on the seat of her husband’s smelly diaper, the vibrator thrummed, bringing her to an intense climax that was the result of many hours of off-and-on teasing. 

He smirked as she squirted, staining her panties and stockings, gasping on her knees with the heat and the passion of it all. 

A few seconds passed, and he turned the vibrator back down to nothing. “I don’t think the baby’s ready for a change just yet.” Adjusting his grip on the remote, so that it was very clear for her to see, he added, “Check again in ten minutes and we’ll see if the situation is any different. Do you understand?” 

Biting her lip, she stared at the controller and nodded. “Y-yes, Daddy.”