In The Woods

We were halfway through our walk in the local woods when I heard the words I’d been dreading.

“Pants down, baby,” my boyfriend ordered. “It’s time for a nappy check.”

I looked around hurriedly. I couldn’t see anyone on the path, but it was a fairly popular route and they’d already passed two other couples on their walk so far. There could be someone right around the corner!

“Daddyyyy,” I whined quietly. “Please! Not here! What if someone sees?” My diapers were barely covered by my tracksuit bottoms already, and they bulged out so much I was sure some people must have suspected what I was wearing. But if someone saw me with my pants down, it would leave them in absolutely no doubt that I was a grown woman who was still in nappies.

“Daddy has to check you, sweetie,” my boyfriend cooed. “I need to see if you’ve done a wee-wee or a poo-poo in your nappy.” He wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down.

I felt myself blushing scarlet. “But Daddy!” I whined again. “Why do I have to pull them all the way down? Can’t you just check me while I keep them on, in case somebody comes?”

“No, princess,” he said firmly. “You know the rules. Pants around your ankles when it’s time for a nappy check. The rules don’t change just because we’re out of the house.”

“But I don’t need changing!” I insisted. “I don’t need to be checked! You can just ask me and I’ll-”

“That’s enough, baby,” he said, sounding stern. “You’re far too little to know when you need changing. You need an adult to check your nappies for pee and poo. Now drop those pants right this instant unless you want Daddy to smack your naughty little botty right here.”

I let out a pathetic whimper. With one final, anxious glance up and down the path, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms and tugged them down my legs to pool at my ankles, exposing the bulky disposable diaper taped around my waist.

I clenched my eyes shut, listening hard for the sounds of anyone approaching, while my boyfriend subjected me to an agonizingly slow nappy check.

He brushed aside my long ponytail and pulled out the back of my diaper to peek inside, checking to see if I’d pooped – as if he didn’t already know I was clean. He would have noticed if I’d done that in my pants! He just wanted to humiliate me further by treating me like an overgrown baby who might have made a stinky in her nappy and not even noticed. It was all part of his regime to “put me in my place”.

“No messes,” he announced loudly, patting my padded bottom. Then he turned me around and shoved his hand unceremoniously down the front of my diaper. His fingers probed the soggy padding between my thighs. “But it looks like somebody’s got her pee-pee pants on!” he exclaimed. I didn’t think it was possible for my face to get any more red.

I opened my eyes and looked up into his smirking face.

“But I don’t think you need changing just yet,” he said, taking a pack of wet wipes out of his bag and wiping his fingers clean. “You’ve got a pretty wet nappy, but it’s normal for babies to toddle about in pissy pants.” He smiled sadistically. “Besides, I expect you’ll poop before we finish our walk, so I’ll wait until we get back to the car before changing your nappy.”

I imagined getting my diaper changed in the back seat of his car, and my lower lip trembled.

“Awww,” he cooed, tauntingly, stroking the top of my head. “There, there, sweetheart. It’s okay. You’ll get used to being a diaper-dependent little baby eventually.” He reached down and pulled my pants back up, this time making sure to leave at least an inch of my nappy’s plastic waistband sticking out of the top. He stood back to admire the obvious bulge around my waist, smirked, then took me by the hand and led me further on through the woods.

I could only cling onto Daddy’s hand tightly, and pray we didn’t encounter anyone else on our walk.