Chapter Twenty-Nine

The rest of the night was entirely devoted to cuddles and love. We had snuggled on the couch, we had kissed tenderly and caressed each other. I made it absolutely clear that as long as she was wearing the diaper, she would get everything she wanted - in deed if not in word. I helped her pull a shirt on, silently wishing I had kept more of the simpler Little clothing that I had amassed over the years on hand... but it hadn't been worth the risk. If it turned out not to be a fluke, if she really was submitting to me in this way and not just dipping her toes in, it would all be back soon enough.

I led her to the kitchen, setting her in a chair and preparing an ice cream sundae.

"You were such a good girl in telling me the truth," I cooed at her, stroking her hair. "You enjoy your treat, okay?"

Dani nodded while I slipped out of the room, collecting her bedding - she had laid several towels down and hidden them underneath the sheets... my devious princess had thought ahead - the towels hadn't been there during our bondage game, so she must have slipped to the closet just before her "accident" to grab them. I carried the bundle of bedding and towels to the floor's laundry room - I only had to share the washer in this building with two other apartments, it was one of the major draws of this particular spot, so I didn't have to wait to get the cleanup started. With the machine churning, I returned to the apartment absently wondering in an amused sort of way if more laundry like this was in my future.

I pulled a pair of cute sheets that I had stashed at the bottom of the closet of my bedroom, where I kept the spare linens, and re-made the crib with pink princess sheets and returning the plastic sheet to it once again, wishing that I hadn't pulled it off in the first place. Pink gowns and crowns, dancing unicorns and magic wands. Maybe it was a bit too much - if it was, I would claim they were the only ones clean.

"It's like wearing a pillow," Dani giggled as I sat down at the table next to her. "Like, I'm constantly aware of it."

"Jess has said it's like wearing a hug," I chuckled. "Like she can feel Seth's hands on her bottom all day."

"She wears them all day?" Dani asked, sounding a little surprised.

"It's not my place to discuss their preferences," I shrugged, dodging the subject. I had already said too much.

"I uh," she paused for a moment. "I think I really hurt Jess' feelings." She pushed the emptied bowl of ice cream forward. I swooped in with a napkin to wipe the remaining bits of chocolate from her face. "Is there any way we can visit them this week? I want her to know that no matter what happens, I don't think she's a freak."

"I'll ask Seth," I promised, amused that my slow training had gotten her to the point that she didn't even stop speaking when I cleaned her face after she ate.

"What's the draw for you?" she asked, the soft crinkle was music to my ears as she shifted.

"The draw of what?" I asked, as though I didn't know.

"Of your partner wearing a diaper," she said. "I understand somewhat why Jess would like it - it's like the cuffs, you feel helpless and cared for at the same time... but what's in it for you?"

"It a fetish," I explained, stroking her cheek. "They don't always make sense. Lots of people have them, some people wish they didn't... I at least have one that's achievable. There are some people who fetishize the idea of being eaten alive." I grinned at her wide-eyed reaction. "Me? I just want a cute girl to look adorable in a diaper and just... be happy."

"I don't think I have a fetish," Dani leaned her head down, resting on my arm. "But I don't mind this. There's something... freeing about not being able to move. Like," she paused, measuring her words. "I don't feel the need to perform in bed. I'm free to just enjoy the sensations."

"You take direction very well," I smiled, kissing her temple. "And your tongue is magical. It's definitely going to get a workout."

"So you just what... want to ogle my butt in a diaper? What is it you want me to do?"

"Be happy," I said simply. "It really is that easy. I don't want you to be another person, I don't want you to lose yourself in any role - although I'll tell you right now that the little act you put on made me deeply happy. The fact is, I like you for you. You were asking if I found those women sexy... yes, sexy to look at. I find you sexy to hold, and that tiny bit of pretend you did in the bedroom," I caught myself, I had very nearly said 'nursery', "that is what my fantasies are made of. But life isn't fantasy - that sort of play is just a tiny fraction of what I truly want."

"What do you want?" she asked, running a finger along my arm.

"To be understood," I said quietly. It was rare for me to be this open, but I felt incredibly close to her. "To be indulged. To enjoy and be enjoyed. To play, as we played, but also to forge a real, lasting connection. You're really special, Dani," I stroked her hair as I spoke, "I'm glad you came into my life."

"It's so funny," Dani laughed a small laugh, "none of this would be happening if I hadn't run into you at that coffee shop. I honestly didn't think I'd ever see you again after you left the nightclub that evening."

"Well I'm glad it worked out that way," I said. I was, but I had also made sure it worked out that way, and the results were pleasing.

"Me too."

* * *

When Dani went to work the next day, I was sad to see her go. We had taken her diaper off before she had gone back to bed, laughing a little at the princess sheets but ultimately unperturbed. She left for work energized and confident - exactly the woman I wanted. Strong and confident in the professional world, but my precious princess at home. Everything was going beautifully.

It seemed a shame to spoil it by finally listening to Aubrey's voicemail... and I didn't like what I heard - I was dialing Kailee's phone the moment the message was done playing.

"Vanessa?" she answered cautiously.

"Hello Kailee," I greeted her. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm at home," she said softly - she was subdued, she wasn't her usual boistrous self.

"Is Aubrey there?"

"No," her voice quavered a bit. "She left for work. Vanessa... I don't know how to make her stop, I don't want to play with her any more."

"Have you tried just telling her that? Telling her that you're done?" Aubrey had been disturbed by the spanking scene she had witnessed, it seemed really strange that she'd dive in and lose herself this way, but Kailee was clearly being abused.

"I tried," Kailee said sadly, "She won't listen. Can I... can I come stay with you?"

"No," I denied her without a second thought. Things were going well with Dani, the last thing I needed was Kailee's damage - new and old - muddying the waters. "But I'll do what I can to help you. Do you have any friends you could stay with?"

"No," she answered softly, a hint of shame in her voice. "I don't have many friends any more. They all stopped hanging out with me."

"Then you need to go to the police," I replied. "You said she's hitting you, right?"

"She is... but I can't go to the cops, Vanessa. She's my roommate, I need her. Please, just let me come stay with you for a few days?"

"No Kailee," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let her ruin the relationship with Dani that was just starting to blossom. "Do you have any information that she wouldn't want other people to know?"

"You want me to blackmail her?" Kailee sounded surprised. "I don't know anything, Vanessa - she's just a normal girl."

"Whose name is the power bill under?" I asked.

"What?" Kailee was confused. "Why?"

"I have an idea," I told her as I stepped to my room and grabbed my laptop, before settling down on the bed.. "Is it under her name or your name?"

"It's in her name," Kailee said, shuffling some papers. "I found the bill."

"Give me the account number."

I jotted down the information, Aubrey's full name, the account number to their power company account, the kind of phone Aubrey carried. Everything I needed.

"I'll call you back."

I hung up on Kailee and queued up a video that I had used for this sort of thing before. I hopped onto the power company's website and tried their login system - they were a great entry point because everyone in the area used them and they relied on the account number as the login name. I tried some random stupid passwords like 'aubrey' and 'password' and soon I was locked out. I dialed up the support line and got everything ready. After a minute or two of navigating menus and holding, I got to a human that I hoped would give me what I was after.

"Hi," I began, sounding a little frantic as I tapped the play button on the video. The sound of a baby crying unconsolably filled the room. "Shh, shh, sweetie. Mommy will be right there. Hello? I'm sorry, I'm having a really hard time right now and my husband keeps calling me, he needs me to get some information for the accountant and I just- Kailee sweetie, stop crying. Shhh. I'm so sorry. I'm Aubrey Villanova. I'm locked out of my account and I just... please, can you help me?" I rattled off the account number for her, sounding like I was completely stressed out and at my limit.

"Sure thing, ma'am," she sounded distressed as the 'baby' kept crying on my side of the line. I made shushing sounds, but naturally it did nothing to soothe the fictional child. "I see you're locked out, you tried the password reset?"

"I did," I lied. "But it keeps telling me that I don't know my own mother's maiden name and I'm going crazy. Is there anything you can do to help?"

Hesitation.

"Yes ma'am, I think so," the young lady working the desk really wanted to help. Perfect. "I just reset your password to match your account number. Can you try it?"

I typed in the account number in the login and password on the screen and just like that, I was in.

"Oh thank god," I breathed. "Thank you so, so much."

"You're welcome ma'am, have a good day."

I hung up and ended the video, sifting around in Aubrey's account. Her mother's maiden name was Tuscano, apparently, and the payment history on the account gave me the last tidbit I needed.

I dialed up the provider that was in charge of her phone. I wouldn't need this video this time. After another few minutes of holding, I connected with a human.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Um, hello," I tried to sound nervous, a little vapid. "Oh, you sound cute. I can't seem to get my cloud thingy to work. It says I have the wrong password but I'm using the same one I use everywhere and I don't get it."

"Can I get your name and phone number?"

"Are you asking me out?" I laughed a stupid little laugh.

"No ma'am," I could hear the guy on the other end smiling. "I need it to access your account."

"Oh right," I laughed again. "I'm Aubrey Villanova and my number is 408-555-8239."

"Okay Aubrey," he continued. "What's your mother's maiden name, and the last four digits of the credit card on your account?"

"Tuscano and 4428," I answered with confidence.

"Okay Aubrey, I'm going to reset your password, it's going to go to your email address."

"Oh that sucks," I whined. "My dad has me blocked out of that right now. Can you just like, change it for me?"

"Um, I really- "

"Oh please," I begged. "I have these really cute photos that I have to get before he sees them, you know... "

"Oh," now I could practically hear his blush. "Okay, I'm going to change it to your phone number and your last name."

"Perfect," I giggled, feeling a little sick to my stomach. "Thank you so so so much. It's Princess Aubrey for the account name, right?"

"I have A Villanova twelve here," he answered.

"Oh right," I stammered, "um... I forgot about that. I probably didn't need it reset after all. Thank you a million though, cutie!"

"Absolutely, is there anything else- "

I hung up on him before he could even finish the thought, logging onto Aubrey's cloud storage, I started searching around and sure enough... there were some lewd photos of her and Benny... and a text conversation that had gotten backed up automatically.

Benjamin Harris was married and Aubrey knew it.

I sent the photos and the information to Kailee with a note:

Here's the information you need to get Aubrey off your back. Kailee, if you mention to her that I helped you with this, we're done. Forever. I don't think that this is the correct course of action, but this is your next best bet.

And with that done, I went back to my jigsaw puzzle.