“Sweetheart, didn’t I ask you to clean up?”
Belyn bit back her response, since that was what had landed her in this position in the first place. She would have loved to tell him that she wasn’t his maid, but, last time she’d tried that, he’d told her all he wanted was for her to help out a little, since she didn’t have a job to worry about during the day, so she had time…
She’d been a little drunk – or maybe more than a little – which was, most likely, why she’d dared to be so candid. “That’s why I married you,” she’d said. “So I wouldn’t have to worry about working, or cleaning, or any of that junk…” It wasn’t completely true, but it certainly wasn’t a lie, either; she liked him well enough, although love might be too strong a term. She did very much enjoy all of his money, however.
Aaron hadn’t been particularly happy about that… She supposed she couldn’t really blame him. It had been a few days later when the package arrived. She was, of course, very curious about it, because it was huge, and he hadn’t mentioned that he’d ordered anything, especially not anything that size. Despite their little disagreement, she held out hope that it was a gift for her, maybe to apologize for yelling at her.
In a way, she’d been right, though not at all in the way she’d expected. It was a large playpen, one that he set up in the living room while she watched, confused, making sure it was done before declaring, “Here you go… Since you just want to sit around all day like a child, rather than doing anything at all productive, here’s the perfect place for you to do just that!”
It was, obviously, a joke… Or so she thought. There was another box the next day with oversized baby toys, then another the next with baby clothes in her size; when a box came the day after that, Belyn had hidden it. “Did anything get delivered today?” he’d asked, and she’d simply shaken her head. Unfortunately, he had the tracking information pulled up on his phone, saying it had, indeed, been dropped off, so it didn’t take long for him to find it.
She stood behind him, anxiously watching him cut the top open and pull out… A package of diapers. She’d been too stunned to move, at least until he opened it and pulled one out, threatening to put one on her right then and there for lying. Then, she’d shaken her head, said some rather rude things, and gotten herself a spanking, as well as a diaper.
From then on, if she left the house a complete mess, went on a big shopping spree without his permission, or did just about anything he didn’t like, she spent her evenings in the playpen, diapered, dressed like a big baby. If she was really bad, he’d leave her that way the next morning, and expect her to stay that way until he got home from work… Eventually, he even got smart enough to buy her locking plastic pants to ensure she actually did it.
Usually, once she was in baby punishment, she would have the motivation to do a little dusting, or wash the dishes, or whatever he’d complained about in the first place, to make sure she could get out of it the next night, and for perhaps a day or two after, she’d keep it up so that she would stay out of them, then she’d get bored and slip up, and the cycle would repeat.
This time, on the other hand, she’d decided to try a different approach. If he was going to treat her like a child, well, she’d actually act like a child, and he’d quickly get tired of that and rethink this whole stupid system. So far, it hadn’t worked; she’d just spent three whole days in a row in diapers, and he was showing no signs of letting up…
“I don’t wanna!” she crossed her arms and pouted. “I’m busy!”
“Belyn,” he sighed, “I’m having friends over, so I would appreciate it if you’d at least pick your toys up.”
“But I’m playing with them!” Belyn would have made a bigger show of her annoyance, if she hadn’t been so worried about what else he’d said. “Why did you invite people over now?!”
“It’s Super Bowl Sunday,” he explained patiently. “I told you, I always have a big party… Now, I’d like it if you would gather your toys up into your playpen so I can move it into the other room before they get here so you can play in there while they’re here… Or, if you’re really good, maybe we’ll end your punishment early and you can join us.”
Belyn didn’t particularly care about watching the game, but she didn’t want to be out in the living room with his friends dressed this way… And, if she could get out of diapers soon, that would certainly be nice. She’d never been in them this long, and she could tell she was getting very close to needing them for more than just wetting, which was humiliating enough… Resolving to pick up her resistance a little later, she got to work.