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Caught in the Act - AB/DL Story & Caption by CradleQuill

Photo submitted by the lovely @dudeyoutrippin, who requested a story <3

This content is intended for consenting adults aged 18 years and older. All characters depicted within this material are fictional and at least 18 years of age. The photo in use depicts an adult over the age of 18._

It’s one thing to catch your girlfriend wearing an adult diaper. But it’s something else entirely to come home from a long day of work, only to find your jobless, college dropout girlfriend making cooing noises and sitting in an obviously wet diaper covered in babyish prints. Such was the case for Michael, who came home and found Shelly wiggling her butt in the air, with stickers plastered all over her thighs.

“What am I even looking at?”

Shelly shot to a standing position and immediately tugged her shirt down to cover her diaper, as if he hadn’t already seen the state she was in. “Michael! I-I didn’t think you’d be home until tonight...”

“Well, I’m home early. I couldn’t bear to stay in the office any longer, so I took the rest of the day off. Now, explain to me why you’re wearing a diaper...”

“I-I’m not wearing a diaper!” A pathetic lie. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she refused to look him in the eye.

He walked over and effortlessly lifted her shirt. She had no upper body strength, and even if she did, she was no match for him. “What’s this then?” he said, looking down at the front of her diaper, stained yellow.

Tears swelled up in her eyes now. She fought them back, but Michael could tell she was losing the fight. “They’re just something stupid. I-I was just messing around...”

“Messing around in a diaper? Where did you even get this? It’s your size, but it has prints for babies all over it.”

“Please just drop it, okay? I swear, I’ll never do anything like this again.”

The tears started trickling down Shelly’s cheeks. Half of him felt bad for her. She must have been so embarrassed. The other half was just plain mad. He worked every day from 9 to 5, and here she was, filling a diaper like a little girl, laughing and playing with stickers.

“I’m not going to drop this. I want an explanation.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she said with a huff.

“Yes, you do, if you want me to keep any ounce of respect for you. Or are you really going to stand there and pout like a child? You’re really earning that diaper, you know...”

“I am not a child!” Even Shelly understood the ridiculousness of yelling that at her boyfriend while she stood there covered in stickers and a soaked diaper. The shame in her face burned hotter, and that’s when Michael knew she was about to crack.

“I just... I saw them online, and I thought they would be fun to try,” she said between sobs. “I didn’t think you would find out... I’m really sorry.”

She looked pathetic, standing there with her arms folded, sobbing like a baby. But Michael had to admit, she looked cute, too. Adorable, even. She’d always been childish. Wearing bright, girly dresses and being too afraid to watch horror movies or go on roller coasters with him. Other people called her fragile and overly sensitive, but Michael liked those things about her. There was an innocence to how she viewed the world, with bright eyes untainted by the bleakness he always found himself surrounded by.

“So you saw them online, and you bought them. With the money I earned.” All Shelly could do was nod. He could tell by her demeanor how utterly humiliated she was. And something sadistic within him wanted to rub it in.

“And you knew I wouldn’t like it, because you hid it from me. Isn’t that right?” She just nodded again, this time slower. But that wasn’t good enough. “No. Use your words. I want to hear you admit you hid it from me.”

Shelly let out an audible gulp before complying. “Yes... I hid it from you.”

“Try again. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’”

Shelly’s eyes went wide as the words caught in her throat. “Y-you’re not serious?”

“That doesn’t sound like what I told you to say.” There was a growing intensity in his tone. He was talking down to her, and judging by the amount of squirming Shelly was doing, it was yielding results.

Shelly folded her hands together in front of her, blushing even more furiously. “Y-Yes Sir...”

“Say the full thing, and don’t stutter.”

“Yes Sir. I hid it from you.”

“Because you knew I wouldn’t like it, right?”

“Yes-“

He cut in with a sharp edge. “Try again.”

“Yes sir. I knew you wouldn’t like it, so I hid it from you. I’m very sorry.”

Michael let out a deep sigh. What was he going to do with her? He wasn’t going to break up with her; he knew that much. He loved her too much. And besides, making her go through that little song and dance just to break up with her after would have been cruel. Too cruel even for this sudden sadistic side that was cropping up. Still, she needed to be put in her place.

“Alright, now I want you to listen to me. I earn all the money around here, while you sit at home, doing whatever you want, and buying trivial things like... well, like diapers. And you know what, I’ve been patient with you. I understood when you dropped out of college six months before you would have gotten your degree. You told me you needed a change of pace, that you needed to ‘find yourself,’ and I supported you, emotionally and monetarily.”

“And I’m very grateful for that-“

“I’m not done. Now hush and listen to me while I speak.”

Shelly stood up straighter, tightening her grip on her hands. Michael noticed, and he liked how compliant she was being. How pliable.

“As I was saying, I supported you when you dropped out of school. And I’ve been patient while you’ve been telling me you’ve been looking for a job. But it’s been months, and you have nothing to show for it. Not even an interview. I haven’t even seen you write a resume. But still, I didn’t say anything, because I respect you, and I want to be Mr. Supportive Boyfriend.”

“But then I come home today, and I find you like this. Not just wearing a diaper, but one that looks like it was made for an overgrown toddler. Is that what you are?”

He waited, but she didn’t answer. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. You may speak.”

“No Sir. I’m not an overgrown toddler.”

“I’m not so sure about that. Because that diaper you’re wearing is soaking wet, and it doesn’t look like you just wet it once. You’ve been wearing it all day, I bet. Sitting there in your own filth, covering yourself with stickers like a little girl who doesn’t know any better. And maybe that’s what you are.”

“Michael, please, I know how this seems. But I swear to you, it’ll never happen again. I won’t do this anymore. Just please don’t embarrass me like this... I’m really sorry, okay?”

“Where is the pack of diapers?”

A twinge of fear struck her face. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t just buy one diaper, I’m sure of it. Show me the rest of the pack.”

“We really don’t need to do this...”

“You don’t make those decisions anymore. I gave you an instruction, and you’re going to listen to it. Now.”

“Or what? I’ve asked you to drop this, but you just keep going. I’m not going to play this game anymore.”

“Three.”

“Oh, really? You’re counting now? I’m not a child, Michael. I’m not afraid of you counting.”

“Two.”

“Sure, keep going. It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, anyway.” She crossed her arms once again, clearly tired of the games. But she seemed to forget she was the one who started these games, and much to his surprise, Michael was enjoying his time playing.

“One. Last chance. Show me the bag of diapers.”

“Make me.”

That was the final straw. Michael grabbed Shelly by the arm, and though she tried to resist, she never stood a chance. In one swift motion, he had her over his knee as he sat down on the couch. Shelly gasped. He took his hand and struck her once, hard, right over her diaper. He hit the padding with a puff, and immediately he recognized the issue.

“This just won’t do.”

“What are you doing? Stop this right now!”

He placed his hand inside the back of her diaper, right at the waistband, and ripped it off her. The tapes came undone with little force, and the back half of the diaper fell onto his lap. Shelly’s thighs were dripping wet, and not from the pee that had long dried.

“You’re really going to pretend you don’t like this? Look at how soaking wet you are.”

She struggled, but it was no use. He overpowered her without even really trying. “That diaper has too much padding to give you a proper spanking. So we’ll just have to see if you can handle my raw hand on your bare butt.”

With one smack, then another, Michael took out his pent-up frustration on Shelly’s perfectly round cheeks. She cried out along to each slap, providing the vocals for the drum solo he was playing on her behind. As he spanked away, her cheeks reddened and slowly began to bruise, and her thighs grew more and more sopping wet.

“You’d better not be peeing yourself again. Or can’t you hold it anymore? Do I need to try re-potty training you, is that it?”

Shelly just sobbed. There were no words to be said. Michael was sure she knew, deep down, how much she deserved this. And there was no pretending it didn’t excite her.

“You didn’t think I’d punish you for behaving like an insolent child? You didn’t think I’d bend you over and spank you like the pathetic little girl you’ve been acting like? I think you need this. You need someone to put you in your place. Isn’t that right, little girl? Say it. Tell me just how right I am.”

“Y-Yes Sir... You’re right...,” she said between each spank. “Yes, Sir...” Spank. “You’re right, Sir...” Spank, spank. One on each cheek. Michael continued working away to the chorus of obedience she sang directly into his ears.

By the time he had finished, Shelly’s butt was every shade of pink and tan and brown, red and purple and blue. The tears that had been streaming down her face were mostly dry, and any hint of disobedience had been vanquished from her spirit.

“Now. Be a good girl and show me where that pack of diapers is.”

She hobbled to her feet, barely able to walk straight after the ruthless spanking. Slowly, she moved to the bedroom, and he followed. Buried deep within her closet, behind all her personal belongings, there was an open pack of diapers. Just one.

“Give it here.”

Shelly handed it to him hesitantly. When he looked inside, his suspicions were confirmed.

“Just as I thought. The pack is more than halfway empty. This wasn’t the first time you filled a diaper while I was at work. You haven’t even been looking for a job, have you? You’ve just been here at home all day, mindlessly filling your diapers without a care in the world. Admit it. Tell me the truth.”

“I... I really did look for a job at first. B-But... when I got the diapers... I just loved them so much. I really loved them. I just wanted to wear them all the time... But I’ve learned my lesson now. I promise. I won’t ever wear them again, and I’ll look for work right away.”

“Oh no, silly girl. I never said I was going to let you stop wearing them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Clearly, I can’t trust you to behave like an adult. And you just said it yourself, you love them and wanted to wear them all the time. So that’s exactly what you’ll do. You’ll be my good little girl from now on. I’ll change you in and out of your diapers, and you’ll use them whenever you have to go potty. Maybe in time we can move you up to Pull-Ups and try potty training you again. But clearly you aren’t ready to be an adult, so I’d be a fool to treat you like one.”

“You’re not serious...”

“I’m completely serious. Now go lay down on the bed.”

Shelly did as she was told without hesitance or backtalk. Michael could definitely get used to that. There was disbelief in her eyes, as if she were waiting to wake up from a dream any moment now. But Michael was determined to prove to her she wasn’t dreaming. This would be her life now, whether she liked it or not. He had a feeling she would love it.

Michael took one of the remaining diapers from the package. He opened it and spread it out before placing it beneath Shelly. He had never changed a diaper before, but it was a fairly intuitive process. He knew the tapes went in the back, though it surprised him to see this diaper have four tapes instead of two. Still, it wasn’t so hard. He just made sure each tape was fastened snuggly around Shelly as he pulled them into place, watching as she blushed a new shade of red for each one. She couldn’t stop squirming, and he had to hold her down a few times, but she was mostly well behaved for him.

At one point, about two tapes in, she pointed to the same spot where the diapers were hidden. “Use your words, baby girl.”

With a small squeak, Shelly let out, “P-Powder...”

When Michael checked what she meant, he found a bottle of baby powder sitting there waiting for him. “Ah, so maybe I was wrong to call you a toddler? Maybe you’re just a baby after all.”

He sprinkled the powder over her and smoothed it into her skin. Shelly could no longer hold back and let out one glorious moan like music to Michael’s ears. “Aww, so my baby girl really enjoys her powder, does she? I’ll have to remember that.”

Michael finished taping Shelly’s diaper into place and lifted her into a sitting position. He sat down beside her on the bed and pulled her into a hug, just holding her there for a bit. She snuggled into him, clearly in need of the affection.

“I had a feeling my baby girl would need some lovies after such a hard spanking, but you really deserved it, sweetie. Isn’t that right?”

Shelly nodded.

“Ah ah ah, let me hear those words. You’re big enough to use your words, aren’t you, kiddo?”

“Y-yes Sir,” she said for the last time.

“No baby, that’s not quite right. It doesn’t have the right ring to it.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” She had baby doll eyes, wide like a doe’s. Those big, beautiful eyes finally met his, staring deep into his soul, knowing what he wanted to say next, but not daring to hope her wish would come true. But Michael had every intention of fulfilling that wish, and every wish his little girl would ever have from now on.

With a deep breath, Michael said the words he knew Shelly wanted to hear. “No more ‘Sir,’ baby girl. From now on, call me Daddy.”

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