Puddles and Patience – My Shy Boy’s Diaper Discipline

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The ABDL story is about a DDLB relationship with a dominant daddy and a shy boy who can’t help but make puddles in his pants and all over the furniture, so his daddy has to give him some diaper discipline.

Puddles and Patience – My Shy Boy’s Diaper Discipline (Part 1)

I was sprawled on the bed, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the window, while Ash was hunched over his laptop at my desk. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the keyboard was almost hypnotic, but then a different sound cut through the air – a soft, steady hiss. I cracked open an eyelid and saw Ash shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his face flushed crimson. He stood up, and a dark stain spread across the crotch of his khakis.

“U-umm… I know you said next time this happens, you’ll put me in diapers… please don’t,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes were wide and panicked, like a deer caught in headlights.

“You know the rules, Ash,” I said, my voice firm but gentle. “Diapers from now on. And you owe me an apology.” He whimpered, his gaze dropping to the wet patch on his pants. “I-I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean to…” he stammered. I raised an eyebrow. “Who are you saying sorry to? Use your words, boy.” Ash’s face turned even redder. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy… I didn’t mean to make a mess again,” he mumbled, his entire body trembling. He knew he’d messed up, and the thought of my punishment sent a thrill through me. “Can I go shower now, Daddy?” he asked tentatively.

“Not so fast, pet,” I purred, my voice thick with amusement. “First, clean up that little puddle you made. You can do it in your wet pants while I watch.” Ash gulped, his eyes widening as he stared at the wet spot on the leather chair. I could practically smell his fear, mixed with a undercurrent of excitement. “I want you to lick it up,” I commanded, my voice a low growl. “Get to work, or I’ll rub your face in it like a naughty little puppy.” Tears welled up in his eyes, but he nodded slowly, his entire body trembling. “Y-Yes, Daddy…” he choked out. Ash knelt down on the floor in front of the chair, his cheeks burning a vibrant shade of crimson. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly stuck out his tongue and began lapping up the puddle of his own piss. The sight of him on his knees, his tongue swirling against the leather, was intoxicating.

“Good boy,” I purred, my voice husky with desire. I could see his cock straining against his wet fabric, and I let out a low chuckle. “You like being my little piss pig, don’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with amusement. Ash whimpered, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as he continued lapping up his puddle. “M-mmph… Daddy… please…” he begged, his words barely coherent. “Please what, Ash?” I teased, enjoying his desperation. “Tell me what you want, you pathetic little piss-soaked worm.” He shuddered, his eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before he dropped his gaze back to the floor. “I-I want… I want you to… to diaper me…” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper.

“That’s a good boy,” I purred, standing up and moving towards him. “Now, be a good little pet and get those filthy pants off.” He fumbled with the button and zipper, his hands shaking so badly that he could barely get them undone. I watched with a mixture of amusement and impatience as he struggled to pull the wet fabric down his legs. “Need a little help, prince?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Ash whimpered again, his eyes pleading with me to just get it over with.

“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, his voice thick with shame.

I smirked and knelt down in front of him, grabbing the waistband of his pants and yanking both his underwear and pants down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, still glistening with his own piss, and I couldn’t help but let out a low whistle.

“Look at that,” I chuckled, reaching out and stroking his hard cock with my index finger. “Seems like someone enjoyed making a mess of himself a little too much.”

Ash’s entire body trembled under my touch. “D-Daddy…” he whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed as I continued to stroke him. His cock twitched and pulsed on my finger, leaking precum onto it.

“Don’t worry, baby boy,” I purred, leaning down and kissing his reddened earlobe. “Daddy’s gonna clean you up and put you in a nice, thick diaper. Then you can relax and let me take care of that little problem of yours.”