Being Their Baby

by Korey Mae Johnson

  Charlie grunted and turned his body so he could watch as Josh laid her in her bed gently as if she were made of glass, and then quietly pulled the side of the crib up, closing her in with the bed rails. Then Josh spent way too long looking at her. “Don’t crawl in there with her,” Charlie ordered.

  Josh looked a little torn. “But—”

  “Don’t do it. She’s not having a good-girl weekend. This is a bad-baby weekend. She’s being punished. She crashed your car, the car you love, may I remind you?”

  Josh shrugged, looking disappointed, like a kid who was just informed that they couldn’t eat ice cream for breakfast. “I know.”

  Charlie lifted his eyebrow.

  Josh walked back toward the couch, shrugging. “I do! I know. I totally get the whole mixed-signals thing and why it’s bad. She’s just my kryptonite. Not a bad kind of kryptonite, but like—”

  Charlie grinned and raised his hand to silence Josh from further explaining his stupid analogy. “I got it. She makes you feel like a lusty teenager. Awesome. I am still her daddy, though, unless she tells me otherwise or moves the bill to you. So her butt still belongs to me.”

  “I don’t expect her to move the bill to me. And don’t worry about me trying to be a girl-hog. You’ve shared Liz with me, I’ll share Sophie with you… as long as she’s amenable to the idea, of course. The lifestyle’s not for everybody.” Suddenly he paused and looked toward the door. “You’re… still gonna share Liz, right? Even after the… you know, marriage?”

  Charlie sighed with exasperation. “Yeah. Like I could stop her, anyway. Besides, I’m certainly not going to sub for her. I love her, but I have hard limits like everyone else. The only thing that will change is the fact that we can all go out at the same time without it looking weird. And she’ll be a Hobbes.”

  Josh let out a sigh of relief. “Good. Just checking.” He took his place on the couch again and they watched the hockey game until the next commercial. “So, like… How many times was the charm?”

  “I only had to ask her twenty-five times. Buying the ring, though, seemed to get me in the end-zone. And the agreement that she gets to handcuff me to the bed twice a year and gets to go on top once a month and on her birthday.” He loosened the tie he was wearing. “It was a tough bargain, but I had to seal that deal before she started laying down the kibosh on the whole idea.”

  “You probably should have tried out the ring earlier. Made me realize you might have been serious,” Liz said, appearing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She was grinning like the wicked vixen that she was.

  “Serious? Woman, I did everything short of clubbing you on the head and carrying you back to my cave,” Charlie grunted. “If I thought a rock was going to help me that much, I would have gone to the mines of Africa and chiseled you out one myself by now.”

  Liz gave a quiet laugh and then walked over to Sophie. Her stilettos were muffled by the soft rug around the crib. She leaned over and brushed Sophie’s bangs to the side. “Poor baby. She looks so tired,” Liz murmured, and then turned around and came up behind the sofa in front of the nursery television. “Are you both going to watch the whole hockey game from the nursery?” she chided. “I don’t think so. There’s a television downstairs. This TV is Sophie’s.” She glanced at Josh. “I have something I need to discuss with your brother anyway.”

  Josh grumbled and said, “Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted. Apparently, I’m still in the doghouse.”

  “Pool house,” she corrected smartly as Josh got up and walked by her. “You should get some sleep, too, you know.”

  “Why?” Josh spun around like a frisky tomcat, then sauntered up to her. “You want to put me down for a nap, sexy lady? Because I’d be open to that…”

  Liz turned him back toward the door and slapped him on the ass. “Maybe later. If you’re a good boy.”

  “Under those limitations, I’ll never get laid again!” Josh laughed as he walked out of the room.

  Liz turned to Charlie and slowly approached until she was straddling his lap. Lord almighty; he might have been screwing her for over seventeen years, but Liz still made him hard as a rock. “Want practice for the honeymoon?”

  Charlie glanced over at the crib, even though Sophie was lightly snoring. “Can’t,” he said grudgingly. “For starters, we can’t wake up our baby girl. Second, I fucked up my shoulder really bad.”

  Liz leaned over and discovered the icepack between his shoulder and the back of the sofa. “Poor baby. That’s okay, though. I know something that will make you feel better.” She dropped down to the floor on her knees before him and reached for the fly on his pants.

  “Liz…” Charlie sighed, already relieved. “You’re the best.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sophie woke up to the sound of Charlie’s snoring. He had a low, breathy sort of snore that was different from his brother’s. She thought he might be sleeping behind her. Since he became her daddy, whether he liked it or not, she slept with him often. Sometimes he would pleasure her with his fingers if she rubbed her bottom against his groin enough…

  But he wasn’t there. She opened her eyes, annoyed at not finding anything to rub against, and wondering why she felt so constrained, why her legs felt so weird and why her bottom was in so much pain. She saw what seemed like bars in front of her. When her eyes finally focused, she could see that the bars were wooden spindles.

  She was in her crib. Ah, now it was all coming back.

  She was in the middle of a bad-baby weekend. She felt weird because she was spanked raw and had a plug spreading her anus and was put into a thick diaper.

  She sat up and spied Charlie—his head was lolled onto the back of the sofa where he had been reading to her. She pushed the mattress down until she was on her knees. She looked back and forth, trying to figure out how to get the side of the crib down so she could get out and go to the bathroom to pee.

  Unable to figure out where the lever was that could pull down the side, she began to climb out.

  “Stop right there.”

  Sophie dropped back down onto the mattress, startled by the noise. She looked up and saw Liz standing just outside the crib. “I need to pee,” she told her, hoping that the scolding look she was getting wasn’t a precursor to a spanking.

  “You don’t get to speak. You’re a baby, aren’t you?”

  She frowned. “But—” Liz’s look silenced her before she could actually get a full whine out.

  “You have a diaper, baby muffin,” Liz reminded her. “Use it.”

  Fear clenched at Sophie’s throat so suddenly that for a moment she felt like she was choking. Knowing she couldn’t get a word out, she whimpered and curled her body around a pillow.

  “Baby? Are you okay?” Liz asked, reaching over the edge of the crib and running her hand down the length of Sophie’s leg. “Sophie, honey? You need to breathe.”

  Sophie was presently hyperventilating. She couldn’t use a diaper—and not just because it was humiliating, because the idea twisted her stomach with worry. It made her feel uneasy, even queasy.

  “Charlie?” Liz called across the room, and the snoring stopped.

  Charlie was soon there, looking a little startled.

  “I told her to use her diaper, she paled and then balled up into the fetal position. That’s not the usual response,” Liz explained, concern etched on her features. Sophie still couldn’t move; she felt a little frozen.

  Charlie lowered the side of the crib. Apparently, the lever was at the bottom of the crib where Sophie couldn’t reach from the inside. He sat down next to her, and then drew her onto his lap. “She’s okay, Liz. We’re working on it. Bring me her pacifier, would you?”

  He snuggled Sophie close to his chest for a second before the pacifier was put to her lips. “Sweetie—you know we’re going to take care of you? It won’t hurt you to depend on us for your every need. Even this one. This is a huge step.”

  She pressed her face into Charlie’s chest. S
he was basking in his warmth and also completely astounded by what he wanted. She wanted it too, in a way, which surprised her. She wanted that sort of undivided care and unconditional love like you’d need during this little exercise of humility.

  “Let’s get your mind off of it,” he suggested. “I want you to use your diaper, but wait until you’re ready.”

  Liz picked her up like she was a child, and brought her over to the sofa where Sophie was given a new, cold bottle full of juice and they put on a Disney movie.

  Charlie was talking quietly to Liz on the other side of the room, and Sophie blushed, guessing that he was explaining that Sophie was just a big ball of crazy.

  Liz gasped about something, which only confirmed it.

  She frowned, the shame within her feeling like it was folding itself into a bulky mass in her gut. She tried to rub her thighs together like she sometimes did when she was nervous, but the diaper’s bulk made that pretty much impossible.

  She sighed and hunkered down to watch the movie, hoping it would ease her mind off of how much she needed to pee or the nervous feeling that was creeping underneath her skin.

  Charlie sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap again, kissing the top of her head and wrapping her up in his thick, strong arms. “Drink your juice,” he said, picking up the bottle and pulling the pacifier out of her mouth with his other hand.

  She didn’t want to, and made an unhappy noise, trying to turn her lips away from the rubber nipple on the bottle. Juice was nothing but a diuretic!

  “Sophie, you need to drink something. You only drank a few ounces before you went to sleep,” he said, sounding like the concerned daddy that he was. But when she refused again, he started counting down. “Three… Two…”

  Fearing what he had planned for her on “one,” she tilted the bottle up and took a suck from it.

  “Good girl. I tell you what, munchkin; we’ll take out the plug when we change your diaper,” he negotiated.

  At least it sounded like a negotiation, only she wasn’t allowed to argue or negotiate back. She pinched her face with frustration. The plug wasn’t so bad. She could definitely tell it was there, and she couldn’t say it was particularly comfortable, but it didn’t hurt like it had when he’d first put it in. The plug just had the power to bring her attention to that part of her anatomy.

  Or at least it did before her bladder decided to do double-time. She wondered how long she could hold it.

  Liz sat down then, keeping Sophie snuggled up between them. Every time one of them shifted, jostling her body, she wanted to scream. All of her muscles seemed to tense around her swollen bladder. She was drinking slowly, only a drop at a time, but even at this pace she was sure the urgency was increasing more every second.

  Eventually, she began to whimper, her face reddening. She made a quick, sudden move, desperate not to use the diaper and to make it into the bathroom, trying to jump up and over the back of the sofa, but Liz was able to catch her by her elbow. Of course, the woman wasn’t happy, and her grip was so tight, Sophie couldn’t wrench free. She began to shed tears again, unable to help herself, the hopelessness of her situation finally revealed.

  Liz softened instantly and pulled her back onto her lap, planting kisses on her cheeks.

  Charlie gave Sophie a serious look and grumbled, “Nice try. Any more sudden escape attempts to use the big-girl potty, and your thighs are going to get spanked, and I don’t care if they still have color people can see on Monday. Your friends could just see what happens to naughty girls in this house.”

  Sophie tried to squirm off of Liz’s lap. That was also a no-go; Liz held her tight to her breast, and then rubbed Sophie’s tummy, pressing down on her bladder. Sophie began to sob when she did that, the discomfort and humiliation too intense for just tears and sniffles, and she voided her bladder. It only made her cry harder, ashamed and even alarmed by the warmth and wetness flooding her diaper.

  Some part of her was sure that, as soon as she actually used her diaper, they were going to get angry or disgusted with her. At best, they’d make fun of her. She squinted her eyes and prepared herself for the worst.

  Unexpectedly, Liz squeezed her tighter and kissed her forehead. “You’re such a good girl, Sophie. I know that was really, really hard for you.”

  She held and petted her for a long time before Charlie, pulling the icepack from his shoulder with a pained groan, said, “I’ll go change her.”

  “No, you’re not. I’m changing her, you’re going downstairs and putting on your shoulder brace,” Liz lectured like a put-out housewife. “You’re moaning and groaning around here like an old man. Did you even take an ibuprofen yet? Or are you just sitting there, basking in your shoulder pain like you invented it again?”

  Sophie wiped her eyes and saw Charlie frown at the lecture. “Fine. I’ll take something,” he finally muttered after opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, trying to find a platform to argue from and not being able to find one.

  She was sorry for hurting his shoulder earlier, but watching Charlie get lectured by Liz made her feel joy for the first time since Josh took her up against the wall early that morning.

  Charlie strained to get up, but then leaned over and gave Sophie a slew of quick, playful kisses on her nose. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Be good.”

  Liz popped her pacifier back into Sophie’s mouth before she picked her up and carried her to the changing table. Sophie’s stomach clenched with embarrassment for a moment, but Liz didn’t seem fazed whatsoever. She just put the diaper into the genie nearby and continued like she’d done this a million times before… and Sophie was beginning to guess that she had.

  She cleaned Sophie up and massaged her red bottom before taking out the bottom plug. Sophie sighed, realizing how much she’d felt it all along and was now much more comfortable when it was out.

  Now the only thing to pay attention to was Liz’s warm hands moving over her most intimate parts. Of course, she should have been used to it by now. Liz was constantly petting, stroking, or fondling her. She claimed that she liked the feeling of Sophie’s skin, because of how soft it was, and because of how much she responded to her touch. Yet, instead of feeling like this was just petting as usual, Sophie’s whole body felt like it was blushing. Being diapered was strangely intimate in a way Sophie couldn’t have fathomed.

  A procession of cleaning clothes, creams, and powders were applied before a second bulky diaper was wrapped around her, and Sophie did nothing except suck on her pacifier. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say she was drugged! She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be cooperating, should run away screaming. Instead, she was filled with a warm and fuzzy sense of relief.

  “You’re such a good girl, Sophie,” Liz told her in what Sophie was mentally beginning to refer to as Liz’s particular “mommy tone.” It was somewhere between how one might talk to a child or even a pet, combined with a thick, heady tone of a woman in heat.

  Liz picked her up, and Sophie put both arms around her neck, letting Liz carry her without squirming around like she normally did. Eventually she settled back on the sofa by the television, where Sophie’s movie was still playing.

  Sophie didn’t really want to watch a movie. She felt needy after the diaper change, even aroused. She scooted and shifted uncomfortably in her seat until Mommy demanded Sophie stop squirming about with a firm slap to her diaper-covered seat. Sophie popped the pacifier out of her mouth and gave a slightly rebellious look to Liz.

  Relentless, Sophie moved toward Liz’s breasts, beginning to nibble at the area through the fabric in a silent plea to get Liz to expose herself.

  Liz, groaning something about how spoiled Sophie was, began to unbutton the front of her blouse. Months ago, Josh had taught Sophie exactly where to touch on Liz, allowing her front-row seats to one of their encounters together. Sophie had been amazed by the different ways to please the woman, and delighted at the naughtiness of being shown what to do in that manner. She doub
ted many women got such a lesson.

  However, Liz was easy; she was obsessed with her own breasts. They were quite perfect; the nipples so delightful; long, yet with small, light-colored areoles. The skin was flawless, the size and even the weight of the breast satisfying to the touch of Sophie’s hand.

  Liz unhooked the bra from the front, and Sophie was now facing the breast she wanted to tease. Pawing her small hand over one of the ample breasts, she massaged one of the nipples with her tongue and lightly suckled on them. She found she was doing it almost for her own comfort, because it felt right. But then she felt a hand sliding down the front of her diaper, and Liz began to dexterously massage her swollen, throbbing little nub.

  Sophie let out a groan of gratification. This was what she’d wanted all along; it felt like an itch she’d had for hours was finally being scratched. She nibbled on the nipple, and Liz gasped with pleasure.

  They went on for maybe ten amazing minutes before Sophie was picked up from behind. She was so, so close to what she was certain was going to be a world-rocking orgasm, yet she had been jostled back to reality in a very blunt move.

  She kicked her feet as Charlie carried her to her crib. “Daddy!” she moaned angrily.

  “No speaking,” he said firmly, setting her upon her bed and yanking up the crib rails, trapping Sophie inside quite efficiently. He turned to Liz. “She’s being punished,” he reminded tersely.

  Trying to pull herself onto her knees, Sophie looked through the crib bars, expecting to see Liz get the self-righteous expression on her face that she wore so often, but instead Liz looked… contrite. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” She frowned. “But you have no business picking her up with your shoulder like—”

  “I have a brace on,” he told her firmly, warding off a lecture. “I’m fine. You, on the other hand…” He pulled Liz up to her feet and she was thrown over his good shoulder. Sophie had never seen this done, and was astounded that he could do that with Liz—who was six feet tall herself!