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The Tantrum (Part 3)

A three-part ABDL romance. All characters are 18+. CW: Diapers, Spanking, Bondage, Messing, Wetting

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Katelyn’s eyes popped open as Ryan buckled her into the chair, tied down her mittens again and locked a tray across her lap. She took in the kitchen, the two steaming plates on the table, and how much higher off the ground she was than their normal chairs. They’d talked about a highchair, but she didn’t know Ryan had actually gotten one.

Her pacifier still filled her mouth, but she managed a frustrate whine that she hoped said What about my diaper?

Like he could understand her toddler sounds, which maybe he did, Ryan replied “Your supper is going to get cold and yucky if we wait, so daddy will change you after you’re done eating.”

Katelyn felt the tears coming back and did nothing to hide them. Her mess was starting to cool and the high chair had squished it around even more.

“Shhhh, you’re okay baby,” Ryan said, running a hand through her hair. “I promise I’ll get you all cleaned up as soon as you’ve had some supper. I need you to be my good girl, okay? Do you trust me?”

Katelyn looked up at him through her teary eyes. She did trust him, and she desperately wanted to be a good girl.

“Besides, I’m sure you must be getting pretty hungry.”

Her tummy picked that moment to growl in agreement, making Katelyn giggle along with Ryan, in spite of her stinky situation.

“Alright, I’m going to take your paci out,” Ryan said, reaching behind her head for the buckle.

The absence of the soothing bulb was strange. Without thinking, she tried to bring her thumb up to her mouth, only to be stopped by the rope keeping her hands in her lap.

Ryan set a plate down on the highchair’s tray, and for moment, Katelyn smiled at the sight of her favourite pad thai. Then she noticed all the greens and other veggies tangled in the noodles, way more than she would ever go for. Not to mention bits of orange carrot.

Katelyn was trying to be on her best behaviour, but she couldn’t help kicking legs and wrinkling her nose at a perfectly good meal ruined in the name of health. She looked up at Ryan, who met her pout with a stern look.

“I promise it’s gonna be the best pad thai you’ve ever tasted,” he said, getting a forkful ready.

A mean comment came to mind, one she might have actually said a few hours ago with a glass wine behind her, but Katelyn banished it, even if she couldn’t quite wipe the pout off her face.

“Alright, open wide for daddy.”

Katelyn opened her mouth the bare minimum required, bracing for a disgusting carrot-y taste, but instead perking up as soon as the food hit her tongue.

She couldn’t help the “Mmmmm!” that escaped as the sweet, salty, nutty flavour mixed with a pleasant crunch in her mouth.

“Does Katie approve?” Ryan said, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Mmm hmm!” Katelyn beamed, crankiness melting away with good food in her belly.

It took no time at all to clean her plate, Katelyn opening her mouth extra wide in hopes of getting bigger bites, both of them laughing when the occasional noodle landed on her chest.

Ryan untied her mittens but left them on before taking her plate away and heading over to the fridge. He came back with a baby bottle full of water, which Katelyn was more than happy to drink after the salty meal.

He was still busy with the dishes by the time the water was gone, and she kicked her legs again with a whine.

“Daaaaddy.”

Ryan looked over at her, failing to hold back a grin at the sight of his adorable fiance sitting in her high chair. “What is it princess?”

The words felt too big, too embarrassing, so Katelyn just whined again and pointed at her diaper.

“Ah, I almost forgot someone needs a change,” Ryan said, taking some pleasure in the blush appearing on her face. “I guess the dishes can wait, there’s a bigger mess that needs taking care of.”

At that comment, Katelyn hid behind her mittens.

She heard Ryan disappear for a moment, then there he was, freeing her from the highchair and untying the rest of the rope still wound around her. As soon as he was done, she had her hands raised up towards him, ready to carried away, and Ryan happily obliged.

Still a little suspicious, Katelyn kept her eyes open this time, but was relieved when Ryan brought her back to the bathroom and carefully set her down a towel waiting on the floor. She laid back, as much to take some weight off her sore messy butt as it was to speed up the process, and wished again she had her paci back.

Ryan fiddled with the tub beside her and the room filled with the sound of rushing water, making Katelyn happy wiggle at the thought of a hot bath.

“Alright stinky girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” Ryan teased.

Katelyn covered her face again as he reached for the tapes, suddenly not feeling so wiggly. As the last tape came off, she tensed, bracing for the disgusted scoff or maybe some gagging.

But even as the smell washed over her, all she heard was Ryan’s sing-songy voice tell her what a big mess she’d made. Her was face still rosy with embarrassment, but there was also a little smile as Ryan told her what a good girl she was and gently wiped her bottom. Before long, Katelyn felt clean and fresh, more than she thought possible without a shower.

After throwing out her well-used diaper, Ryan guided Katelyn’s hands away from her face and took off the mittens, the fresh air feeling good on her skin. Still feeling shy, she let Ryan help her to her feet and held his hand as she stepped into the tub.

The heat was heavenly and she sank down into it with a sigh. Katelyn let her eyes close for a moment, taking it in, when she heard a splash.

In front of her floated a yellow rubber ducky, and she felt herself gasp in delight. She hadn’t had a rubber ducky since she’d been young enough to watch Ernie sing about his friend on Sesame Street, but more than once during an after-work soak she’d thought about how unfair it was that adults couldn’t have company in the bath.

Ryan chuckled as she looked up at him with a huge smile.

“Do you like it?”

Katelyn made a big nod, holding her ducky snug against her cheek.

While Katelyn played with her duck, declaring him Herald, Ryan grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed her down and washed her hair, stopping briefly to swap the thumb that made its way into her mouth for a fresh pacifier.

She wasn’t ready to be done playing when Ryan pulled the plug, but he let her hold on to Herald while he dried her off with a fluffy towel.

Soon she found herself bundled back in Ryan’s arms as he carried her to the bedroom, where a fresh diaper was waiting for her on the bed. This time she watched Ryan work, lifting her legs and sliding her new diaper under her, rubbing in the too-cold cream and top it off with a healthy amount of baby powder.

The crinkly bulk felt different this time. It felt like safety. It felt like love.

Katelyn sat up, her pacifier bobbing slightly between her lips. Words were still the realm of big girl Katelyn, so she just held her arms up again at Ryan.

“Someone’s really liking being picked up, huh?” he said, laughing.

He bent down and pulled something out from under the bed.

“Let’s get this on you first, baby.”

He held up a simple pink onesie with “Daddy’s Girl” written in a heart across the front, and Katelyn giggled at the sight of it and raised her arms again.

With his fiance properly dressed, Ryan scooped her up again, and Katelyn lost herself in the feeling of being held. She was too tired for thought, too tired for all of the day’s emotions. This was cozy oblivion, better than any she’d found in a bottle of wine.

She was vaguely aware of Ryan carrying her through the house. Soon she felt him sit down, shifting her onto his lap, her arms and legs still wrapped around his body, her head resting on his shoulder. Katelyn relaxed deeper into the embrace, all tension escaping in one big sigh, not giving it a second thought when she let her bladder go too. Her diaper grew warmer, something she knew she ought to feel ashamed of, but that wasn’t possible when she was daddy’s girl.

******

Katelyn wasn’t sure how long she slept, but the patch of drool on Ryan’s shoulder told her it must have been a while.

It was dark, the sun’s light long gone and replaced with the cool white of streetlights shining through their living room windows, casting ominous shadows on the floor. Katelyn had been scared of the dark for a long time. Meeting Ryan had pushed her to put on a brave face, but she still hated being the last one up, always running to the bedroom after turning out the last light.

She listened to his steady breathing. She didn’t like those shadows, but she felt safe in his arms.

The urge to pee was back and Katelyn did her best to just let go, but found it harder to relax this time around. At some point in her sleep she’d lost her pacifier, so she brought her thumb to mouth instead and focused on her breathing. Eventually she felt a slow stream start to trickle out, her diaper swelling again as fresh warmth spread around her bottom.

She couldn’t help squirming a little, and she felt Ryan reach up and pet her hair, her instant relax button. His other hand patted her bottom and she squirmed a bit more, realizing how obvious her pottying had been.

“Did you have a good nap, princess?”

Katelyn nodded against his shoulder and hummed in reply.

Ryan stretched and yawned before reaching over to turn on a lamp. They both blinked at the sudden light, but instead of brightening the mood, Katelyn felt Ryan tense. Her diaper squished as he sat her up on his lap. He had his serious face on.

“I’ve been thinking … we need to talk about what happened today. What’s been happening a lot of days.”

Katelyn’s stomach dropped, the soothing cocoon of littleness receding and a tide of guilt rushing into its place. She nodded, her thumb making its way back to her mouth, only this time just to chew the nail.

Ryan looked around the room, like he always did whenever he was thinking about what to say. Katelyn kept her own eyes on buttons of his shirt, shifting in her soggy diaper. After a minute, he took her hands, and Katelyn met his tired gaze with her own anxious one.

“Today wasn’t the first tantrum. But today was the first time I felt like you were really losing control.”

Katelyn nodded, her eyes glued to his buttons again, blinking hard.

“I don’t need to tell you the wine has become a problem. But honestly, it’s not the drinking that bothers me most.” The sadness in his voice made Katelyn shrink inside.

“We don’t talk anymore. We don’t hug anymore. It’s probably been a year since you kissed me goodbye in the morning. Then every day, you come home miserable and cranky, and even though it’s obvious your job is eating you alive, you won’t talk to me about it.”

He squeezed her hands but Katelyn kept her eyes down, her jaw clamped shut, trying stop her lip from quivering.

“I want to help, Katie. More than anything, I want to be there for you, like always. But I can’t when you’d rather drink than talk to me.”

Katelyn tried to speak, but her voice caught in throat. She took a deep breath and tried again, giving up on stopping the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I’m s-so s-sorry,” she managed before the sobbing took over.

Ryan pulled her in and she cried into his shoulder, adding more moisture to the drool patch.

“I lost the Henderson account,” she said through tears.

“That file was w-why I got promoted. It was e-everything. I worked so hard for that job! I’ve been losing hair! And I fucked it up.”

Katelyn lost herself in sobs again, months of stress pouring out of her.

“I know I’ve been horrible. It’s been so overwhelming. When I get home I just want to forget my day.”

She pulled back to look Ryan in the face. Her damn lip wouldn’t stop quivering.

“But it’s not okay. And I’m really really sorry.”

Ryan cupped her face, and she closed her eyes as his thumbs wiped away the tear streaks.

“Apology accepted. But you’re right, it’s not okay, and things need to change.”

Katelyn nodded, sniffling, but finally feeling back in control of herself.

“The obvious thing is no more wine. It’s become too big a part of your life.”

It hurt to admit how much the thought of no alcohol scared her, but she focused on the love in Ryan’s eyes and nodded again.

“But more importantly, you need to start talking to me about these things, no matter how much you want to avoid it. And if not me, then somebody. Can you promise me that?”

That one was a lot easier. “I promise, Ryan.”

He hesitated before the next part, looking for his words again.

“The last thing is, I want you to seriously think about if this job is worth all the misery. There’s no question you earned that promotion, but it’s been buckets of stress since day one. I’ve got lots of work in my calendar for the next six months, so we won’t be hurting for money. You could take some time off, rest, and find something that makes you happy.”

It was Katelyn’s turn to search for words. Even on her hardest days, quitting had never felt like it was on the table.

“I … will think about it.”

Ryan nodded. “That’s all I ask.”

It was a lot to take in, but relief hit Katelyn all the same, and she hugged her fiance. She’d been braced for so much worse.

“I love you. And I promise I’m serious about this. No more tantrums. No more acting like a toddler.”

He hugged her back, crushing her in its fierceness, something she realized how much she’d missed.

“Well, funny you say that, there is one more thing I wanted to talk about.”

She pulled back, her eyebrows puzzling together at Ryan’s sudden shyness. He started tapping the armrest, laughing a bit at his own awkwardness.

“I actually really enjoyed babying you today. I know we always talked about doing a scene like this, but I hadn’t expected it to be so …”

He paused, searching for the word.

“Fulfilling? Loving? Intimate? All of the above? I just know I haven’t felt this close to you in a long time.”

Katelyn smiled at her fiance. She knew exactly what he meant.

“I know this is out of nowhere, but while you were napping, all I could think about was how much I wish we could do this every day. Us going to work, having normal adult lives, but you’re always daddy’s girl and daddy’s always there to take care of you.”

The idea took her by surprise, but what surprised her more was how much she wanted that.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted to put that out there.”

The bit of rosiness on Ryan’s cheeks was adorable, and Katelyn leaned in for a long kiss he was all too happy to return.

“I’d have to think about it,” she said, even as her heart warmed at the thought of coming home to daddy every day. Of being a good girl.

“First though, can I get changed?”

Ryan smiled, the tension finally leaving him. “Of course, honey.”

This time he didn’t carry her, instead leading her by hand back to the bedroom. Four ripped tapes later, he had her wiped down in no time.

As Katelyn lay naked on the bed, she saw Ryan head over to their dresser and pull open her panty drawer. He hesitated, until he heard the love of his life call from behind him.

“Can I have another diaper, daddy?”

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The Tantrum (Part 1)

A three-part ABDL romance. All characters are 18+. CW: Diapers, Spanking, Bondage, Messing, Wetting

Katelyn pulled into the driveway, her hands tight on the wheel and stereo loud enough to make it shake.

“Fuck my life,” she sighed to herself, before switching off the engine.

She breathed in deep, held it until the count of three, then breathed out what was supposed to be a controlled exhale but was really an angry huff. She huffed again and grabbed her bag, climbing out of the car and slamming the door behind her, only to be yanked backwards when she tried to storm off.

Katelyn whirled around and saw her coat caught in the door. Glaring, she gave it a vicious yank, which turned into her falling on her butt when the thrifted wool tore with a thunderous riiiip.

“Oh come on!” she whined, slamming her hands on the pavement, which was quickly followed by “Owww.”

After giving the driveway a dirty look, she stormed up to the house, holding back tears threatening to break through the thunderclouds on her face.

It had been another shitty Friday in a long string of shitty Fridays (and Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays...), and as was the case after every shitty day, Katelyn had a lazer focus on the bottle of wine waiting in the fridge.

Drink to forget your day, and any part you might have played in it. A flawless plan.

She took a bit more care closing the front door, but still managed a gunshot slam. With a couple kicks, her heels arced down the hall, and she tossed her bag in the direction of the couch, wincing when the loud thud announced she’d missed her target. That just added to her burning frustration, and she whipped off her torn coat and kicked it in the direction of the closet.

From around the corner she could hear chopping and frying and felt a pang of annoyance at the thought of interacting with another human. Even Ryan. But still, she followed the smell of sizzling onions.

Ryan looked up from the cutting board as she stomped in, his smile falling to something more cautious when he saw her face.

“How was your day, honey?”

Katelyn made no stop on her way to the fridge, hunting for the chilled red she brought home last night.

“Fine. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

She moved to the cupboard to grab the big wine glass, the one Ryan jokingly called her wine bowl, before remembering it was still in sink.

“You know you can talk to me.”

Katelyn sighed as she pulled the wine glass out of the dirty pile and started swishing some soapy water in it.

“I know,” she said a little too quickly, scrubbing at the wine residue.

“Okay.” The chopping got louder.

Once the glass hit ‘good enough,’ Katelyn went for the corkscrew, tugging open the bottle with practiced hands. She gave herself a generous pour (Ryan didn’t drink the stuff anyway) and turned to go nest on the couch when she saw what he was sliding into the skillet.

“You’re using carrots?”

Ryan looked at her surprised, stirring the pan as the sweet fragrance made Katelyn wrinkle her nose.

“Yeah, we both agreed we need more vegetables. It was on the meal plan.”

A moment of guilt cross her mind as she remembered the digital meal planner, the one she still hadn’t opened. But the guilt was quickly overwhelmed as her mind conjured the revolting taste of carrot.

“You know I hate carrots. I’m not eating that.”

Mentally, she was already on UberEats. She’d done burgers three nights ago, maybe tonight she’d go KFC.

Ryan didn't look up from the stove, his voice flat.

“Katie, I’ve been cooking since I got home. We planned one meal tonight, no takeout. Can you at least try it?”

She knew he was right, which was maybe why she felt a helpless rage flare up. Was it too much to ask for some comfort food after the day she’d had? The week? The month? The tears were threatening again and her mind flashed back to the work lunch, the one hadn’t even wanted to go to, but Mr. Henderson had to be wined and dined…

“I’m not eating it!” she said, surprising herself at the volume.

She needed out of there, away from Ryan and his carrots. She whirled around, moving just a little to fast, and felt a cold splash hit her chest.

Katelyn froze at the sight of red wine soaking into her best work blouse.

“Oh Katie.” Ryan had sympathy pain all over his face, but somehow that just made it worse. She couldn’t stop herself from stomping her foot for real this time, sloshing more wine on the floor.

“Don’t mock me!” Ryan was getting blurry as she blinked hard. “None of this would have happened if you just cooked something good!”

There was a hint of danger in Ryan’s voice as he grabbed a dish cloth from the sink.

“I haven’t made you do anything, and I would appreciate it if you started acting like a grown up. Do you want help cleaning up?”

Katelyn snatched the cloth out his hand and started dabbing her ruined shirt, for all the good it would do.

“I’ve had a really hard day and I just want food I can eat,” she mumbled, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

Ryan sighed. “You’ve had a lot of hard days lately, and we’ve had a lot of takeout lately. Can you please just try it?”

Katelyn gave up dabbing and flung the cloth back at him, unintentional aiming for his face, which Ryan narrowly caught.

“Fine!”

She was about to storm out when Ryan grabbed her wrist and spun her back to face him. His eyes locked on hers and she felt a small flicker in her chest from the times when he’d had more fun reasons to give her that look.

“If you keep acting like a toddler having a tantrum, I’m going to treat you like one. Is that what you want?”

Those words …

Even in her frustration and anger, a memory surfaced, that very specific phrase and the gravity of the question. She looked into her fiance’s serious eyes. It had to have been over a year since they’d practiced this exchange, well before her promotion. But faced with the real deal for the first time, she felt her subconscious make the decision for her.

“Fuck off!” she said, and pulled her hand free to slap him.

Ryan caught it with a much less gentle grip. A shiver ran through her as she looked up at him and felt the weight of the pact she’d just signed.

“This has been a long time coming.” Ryan grabbed her other wrist and started pulling her out of the kitchen.

“Stop it! Let me go, asshole!”

Katelyn leaned back and dug her heels in, but it hardly slowed Ryan down. Her fiance dragged her down the hall with ease, her hands trapped in an iron grip and sock feet sliding easily. Her rage was back in full force and she leaned into it, no filter.

“Fuck you! I hate you!”

She tried kicking him, but instead lost her balance and slipped on to her butt, and Ryan just swirled her around and started dragging her backwards as she kicked her feet uselessly. Soon she was sitting at the foot of their bed, and a second later he hoisted her up and over his lap.

Katelyn thrashed as best she could, but Ryan had her pinned, her body pitched forward, keeping her off balance. She felt cold air hit her butt as her pants were tugged down to her ankles and was about to unleash a string of obscenities when the first thunderous WACK! struck her ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

The spank shocked her, but Katelyn wasn’t done fighting.

“Because my boyfriend is a stupid carrot-loving dick!”

WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK!

The ferociousness of each spank killed any smart comments she had stored up, drowned in the pain radiating from her backside.

“Is it maybe because you’ve been acting like a selfish baby for months now?”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve left messes everywhere.”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve been incredibly rude.”

WACK! WACK!

“And you’re drunk every other night.”

WACK! WACK!

“You’ve” WACK! “Been.” WACK! “A.” WACK! “Very.” WACK! “Bad.” WACK! “Girl!”

There was no stopping the tears now --- every spank drove coherent thought further from her mind, leaving only the pain, anger and fear to finally boil over as Ryan’s hand rained down again and again.

Katelyn sobbed.

(Part 2)

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