Chapter 4: Stick in the Mud

“I hope Mommy wasn’t too mean to you at the store.”

Daddy had only just finished feeding me the last of my supper and already he was letting me out of my high chair to play. As usual, Mommy was currently doing the dishes, rolling her eyes at the two of us as I found myself easily hoisted into her husband’s arms and carried off.

He delivered me upstairs to my room, never once showing signs of letting go. Daddy was extra careful to hold me in that way I knew was safe, always keeping a hand on my head since my third trip here, when I hit my head falling down after being recklessly dropped on the steps. Needless to say, he now took my safety very seriously.

“Please don’t be afraid to tell me if something’s wrong. I know she can be very persistent. But the last thing either of us want is for you to get hurt- physically or otherwise.”

“I’m okay, Daddy. I promise I had fun.”

“Were you a good girl for her like I asked?”

In the hope it wasn’t a trick question, I nodded my head. “Yes, Sir.”

Daddy wore a proud look as he lifted up my skirt, undoing the tapes to my diaper and letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I hardly wanted to look at it- not because I knew it was used, but because I knew it wasn’t- I had such a hard time actually using the diapers they put me in, and my caregivers had become used to disposing of perfectly clean padding.

“It’s okay, Baby, you’re still getting used to it," he said, reading the blush on my cheeks, “Don't force yourself if it's still uncomfortable. I know it can be scary, but when you're ready to try, we'll be here to help.”

“I'm not scared!” I cried. In no way did I mean to raise my voice at him, but I just couldn't help it. I was too scared at first, but after such a long time I really did want to try. Mommy and Daddy had been padding me up for months now, and my body still wasn't able to use them. It hadn't occurred to me how much I wanted it until the words left my mouth. “I want to use my diapers! I just don't know how!”

“That's because you only wear diapers over the weekend. You're a baby at being a baby. You might be used to them, but your body isn't.” For once, his patronizing chuckle didn’t feel all that playful. But Daddy’s arms around me were like vines, refusing to let me go until I was comforted. “Go use the potty for me, and once you’re done, we’ll go outside and play, okay?”

Not wanting to argue with him, I nodded in agreement. Besides, playing sounded fun. I needed a nice distraction from my current dismay. Looking both ways down the hall, I covered my pride and hurried out of the nursery to go relieve myself. Wetting my diaper surely would have been embarrassing, but peeing while caged still felt quite silly, especially when I had to hike up the skirt of the childish dress I was wearing.

“No, I don’t need help!” I cried from the toilet. Daddy thought it was funny to peek his head in and threaten to lend a hand. Flustered, I rushed to finish up, cleaning my little pink prison and washing both hands before meeting my caregiver outside.

Daddy’s arms were crossed. “Little one? What have you been told about locking doors in our house?”

“I-I didn’t mean to.” I uselessly stuttered. “I forgot it was against the rules…”

“We talked about this during negotiations, remember? Mommy and I need to know what’s going on under our roof at all times.”

“It was an accident, I swear! You know I’d never go behind your back, I just wasn’t thinking! Please don’t send me home!

“Hey, come on now, I never said anything about sending you home. Nobody ever said anything about sending you home,” he said, “Daddy promises he’s not mad at you. But what would Daddy do if you locked the door on him and he couldn’t get to you?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Make sure it doesn’t,” Daddy sighed. “Mommy and I wouldn’t send you home for breaking one little rule, okay? Don’t worry so much, just do your best to follow them.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy strode over to me and picked me up, pointing to the window. “Would you look at that? The rain finally stopped. You know what that means?”

“Playtime?” I asked excitedly.

“Playtime.” He chuckled.

Daddy held me in his arms and, as careful as he carried me up, took me back down the stairs. We headed outside together, giggling under the sun’s rays before he dropped me, plopping my bottom in a puddle of mud in front of the side door.

“Daddy!” I gasped, feigning annoyance. Quickly so as to get him before he ran away, I grabbed a big scoop of mud with my hands and flung it at him, dirtying his jeans like he did my dress.

“Silly girl. Mommy’s not gonna be happy if you get us both dirty.”

“Nyeh!” I stuck out my tongue. “You started it!”

“Oh yeah? Who do you think Mommy’s gonna believe? Daddy? Or her stupid little baby?”

I crossed my arms at the chest. “No fair…”

“It was never supposed to be fair kiddo,” he said, picking up his own handful of mud. “Now hold still…”

Pouting but unable to disobey, I simply took a deep breath and held it as he dumped the ball of mud on my head, coating my bright, strawberry dyed hair with brown fudge.

“There’s my dumb little thing,” he said smiling. “Unable to stop Daddy from doing what he wants to her.”

“Stop!” I squeaked, embarrassed. Blushing, I picked up another palmful of mud, flinging it weakly at his feet in protest.

“And who’s gonna stop me, hm? You?” Daddy teased, picking up said foot and pushing me backwards into the mud puddle. “Think you’re strong enough to stop Daddy?”

“N-no, Daddy…” I whimpered, laying on my back in the mud.

“Does Baby beg for more?” He asked. “Go on, piglet. Beg Daddy to dunk you in the mud.”

“Daddy please!” I whined.

“What’s that? I’m not hearing any begging?”

“Please, Daddy… Please dunk your little piggy in the mud…”

“That’s more like it!” Daddy said.

Daddy and I played outside until the sun went down, when Mommy came out to check on us.

“Oh my goodness, look at you! You’re covered in mud!” She said in a shocked voice. “And your dress too!”

“It’s his fault!” I said, pointing at Daddy. “He threw mud all over me!”

“Is that so?” She asked. “Anything to say for yourself, dear?”

“You girls always having each other’s backs,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll wash the dress.”

“And I’ll wash the baby.” Mommy replied.

Smiling, she brought me back inside for a bath, taking my dress off and handing it over to Daddy.

“At least he didn’t waste a clean diaper on you,” Mommy said. “Now let’s get you out of that cage.”

Mommy took the key she wore around her neck and slid it into the lock on my cage, then with a click, removed the chastity cage from my privates. I felt her soft fingers glide over me, caressing my genitals gently. Mommy leaned down, her hot breath blowing over me as her lips met my parts for a kiss. She then grabbed my hips and led me into the bathtub, full of nice warm water that she began pouring all over my body, much like Daddy had during my mud bath. And as her wet hands washed me I could feel my thoughts and worries all drift away.

I watched quietly as Mommy washed my body, wiping away all of the dirt and mud I’d brought in from the yard. It was always embarrassing to just sit there and allow someone else to play with my body. But Mommy knew what I liked. The water was perfect, never too hot or too cold, and it felt so good being able to relax as my caregiver cleaned me from head to toe.

Mommy put me on my knees in the tub and began scrubbing my front, starting with my petite little breasts. I had been on estrogen for only about a year, so it made sense that they were still small. Despite this, she took pleasure squeezing and teasing them until my nipples stood on end. Mommy then ran her hands down my front, settling upon the package between my legs and taking them in her hands.

“That’s my little girl,” Mommy said, her fingers fiddling with my member. “I trust you and Daddy had fun outside.

“Yes, Mommy…” I purred. “Daddy’s not in trouble is he?”

“No. Daddy’s not in trouble, but you might be. He told me you locked the door earlier when you weren’t supposed to.”

“It was an accident, Mommy. I really didn’t mean to,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven, baby. Just remember that next time you lock the bathroom door, you’ll be losing your potty privileges.”

I could feel myself blush. “You mean you won’t let me use the bathroom anymore?”

“Nope. You’ll have to get used to using your diapers.”

Mommy trailed her hand down my front and gently stroked my member, slowly caressing it between her fingers. I felt myself stiffen at the thought of it, kneeling there, gazing into her eyes as she played with me.

“Somebody likes that, doesn’t she? Not getting to use the bathroom, having to use her diapers for everything. Feels like somebody is really fond of that idea…”

“Mommy-” I moaned. “Please…”

“Don’t you dare cum, little one.” Mommy said, keeping a firm grasp on my cock. “We are going to finish your bath, you are going to edge yourself while I wash your hair, and then Mommy is going to put your little cock right back in its cage where it belongs, you understand?”

I let out a fierce gasp, my face turning red as Mommy maneuvered my hand onto my cock, gently starting to stroke for me. I continued as she pulled away, letting her pour a handful of shampoo into her palm and rubbing it into my head of bubblegum colored hair, watching me with intense eyes to make sure I was doing as told. I purred like a kitten, for the first time in a long time enjoying the feeling of rubbing my own cock, with Mommy’s fingers firmly tangled up in my locks.

“That’s a good girl,” she said. “Keep going, baby. I want you right on the edge when I lock you back up.”

I murmured happily, still stroking my cock with one hand as I held onto Mommy with the other, getting her dress all wet with the water from my bath. She didn’t seem to mind, however, granting me a loving smile as she shampooed my long pink curls, twisting them up and pulling on them with her fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Just remember to stop before I have to punish you.”

“Y-yes, Mommy!” I moaned. Mommy had just finished washing my hair and was beginning to rinse it all out when I reached my edge, forced to pull my hand away to keep from cumming in the bathtub.

Mommy took my hands away from my privates and led me out to get dried off. I could still feel myself twitch as she took the towel and patted down my crotch, retrieving my cage and slipping it back on, locking it with the key. She then guided me to the sink and personally brushed my teeth before taking me back to the bedroom with her, where Daddy was already waiting for us.

Mommy laid me down in their bed, where she produced a fresh, clean diaper for me to change into. Yellow with little ducks printed on the front, and slid it under my bottom, powdering me up and taping me in for the night. She then brought out a matching footed sleeper, wrangling me into it without so much as asking for my help, getting me ready for another cold, stormy night.

I was more than excited to be in the master bedroom, because it meant I would be spending the night with them. Daddy made himself comfortable to one side of me, while Mommy cozied up on the other, cuddling on either side of me for the night before turning off the lights.

And I couldn’t be any happier.

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