Chapter Nine
The following morning, Amber woke up before Aaron, made coffee, and then went into their office, where she fired up the computer.
It was rare that she was up and around before him. He reported early on those days he went to the fire station, and that dictated his schedule even on days he was off.
She was glad he was still sleeping, though. First, he needed the rest. Second, it gave her time to do a little research.
The site she wanted was already bookmarked. She’d looked at it a few times before, but she didn’t think Aaron would ever go for anything like it featured. Now, it didn’t matter. She was going to make him go. For his own good.
Clicking through the site’s pages, she felt it was exactly what Aaron needed. He would love it any time—if he could let his inhibitions go enough to enjoy it—but right now, with his anxiety so high, it would be perfect.
Moving to the inquiry form, she submitted her dates but figured the resort would be already booked on such short notice.
She barely had time to sip her coffee, though, before a chat box popped up.
Thinking it was just a bot, she went ahead and interacted with it, not expecting much.
A moment later, she was surprised to realize it was an actual human on the other end.
They messaged for a few minutes, and soon, Amber had the whole thing planned.
Smiling, she logged off, leaned back, and finished her coffee.
Little Aaron was in for the surprise of his life.
***
Amber walked into the bedroom as Aaron was headed into the bathroom.
“Whoa, there. Where are you going?”
His cheeks burned bright red and he averted his eyes.
“You were going to sneak and use the big boy potty, weren’t you?”
He nodded.
Gosh, he looked so adorable and vulnerable standing there in just a t-shirt and diaper.
But just because he looked cute didn’t mean she could let this slide.
She’d been very clear on the rules yesterday.
He’d been put in diapers and that meant he’d make all tinkles in them until she told him otherwise.
“Stay right there, little boy,” she said, hurrying through the bathroom and into their closet. She opened the top drawer in the built-in chest, found the wooden spoon she kept for moments like this, and then met him back in the bedroom. Tugging his diaper down, she said, “Bend over the bed.”
He opened his mouth, as if he was going to argue, but apparently decided to keep it shut because he did exactly as he’d been told.
With his bare bottom up, Amber gave him a few crisp swats with the heavy spoon.
Her husband writhed and wiggled a little bit, soft groans escaping his lips, but he took the spanking like a good boy.
She didn’t lay it on too thick. This wasn’t an actual punishment—though she had no qualms about giving such.
In this case, though, she was just wanting to prove her point and set the tone.
But by the time she finished, his bare cheeks were streaked a soft crimson, but it wasn’t as bad a spanking as it perhaps should have been.
Pulling his diaper back up, she gently spun him around and hugged him.
“Mommy doesn’t like having to spank that cute booty. But you need to learn. When I say something, I mean it. Is that understood?”
Amber could tell by how relaxed his body was that Aaron was completely in Little Space.
Good. It’s exactly what he needed. That didn’t mean it would last, though.
She knew from experience that one bad memory or a single trigger could jar him out of it.
But where they were going would help in that regard.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
She hugged him tighter. “Good boy.” Snaking her hand down, she patted his padded bottom. “Now, don’t hold your tinkles in. Flood that diapee, sweet pea.”
It might have been the threat of another spanking, or the fact that he was now so thoroughly in Little Space, but whatever the cause, the sound of Aaron soaking his nappy instantly met Amber’s ears, drawing a smile.
“Aww, such a good, sweet boy for Mommy. I’ll change you in a while, little love. But first I want to give you a few minutes to get all your wetties out.”
She grabbed the front of his diaper and squeezed the warm squishy cotton and plastic. “Such a good boy,” she repeated. Taking his hand, she added, “Come on. I’ll make you breakfast. I have something exciting to tell you.”
It was obvious that Aaron wanted to know what the surprise was, but he didn’t press her as she led him into the kitchen and pulled out a tall bar chair for him.
Amber dug in the cabinets, drawers, pantry, and fridge until she had everything she needed to make pancakes. She started whipping up a batch. Eyeing her husband across the island, she smiled and asked, “Is your diaper soaked?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Gosh, even his voice sounded Little. He was too cute right now.
“Well, I’ll give you changies in a little bit. Try to put more pee-pee in there before we get a dry diapee on you.”
A moment passed before Aaron said, “Mommy, what’s my surprise?”
Amber nearly melted. She forgot how adorable he could be when he was fully immersed in Little Space. Rarely did he let himself go to that extent, so it didn’t happen often.
The first time she’d experienced it, she didn’t know what to think. After all, Age Play and kink and stuff like that wasn’t “factory installed” in her. She was adapting after being introduced to it by him.
It didn’t bother her, though.
In fact, there were elements she’d even grown to love.
Amber had also come to realize that it wasn’t all about kink, per se.
This wasn’t just a fetish—though the sexual elements definitely played a major role in their dynamic at times.
But equally it was about simply letting go of the cares and stress of life.
She’d found that Aaron sometimes just needed to be diapered and watching his favorite movie or cartoon while drinking juice from a sippy cup. Nothing major. Nothing naughty.
Just regressing.
This was one of those times.
Remembering his question, she pulled herself from the contemplation and answered as she continued to add ingredients to the mixing bowl. “We are going on a little trip tomorrow. We’ll be gone for a few days.”
Aaron cocked his head to one side, and she could see he might slide out of Little Space as he considered the ins and outs of a trip. He was no doubt thinking of time, money, and all the stuff that went with travel.
Trying to head him off, Amber started stirring the pancake mixture and said, “It’s not that far. Just a few hours’ drive. And it’s pretty cheap. We’re going to have a blast.” Looking up, she smiled at him. “You’re going to love this place. Just wait until you see it.”
With his initial concerns apparently soothed, he said, “Where is it?”
The sound of the batter being swirled around quieted as it thickened. After making up her mind, Amber said, “I want it to be a surprise. Let’s just say you’ll still be wearing your cute little pampers. No reason to even pack big boy undies.”
Looking at him with a smile, she saw a mask of complete shock come over his face. It was a wonder he didn’t pass out.
“But Mommy, I want to know—”
She was glad to see he was still in Little Space, but that didn’t mean she was going to ease up. Cutting him off, she shook her head. “Like I told you, it’s going to be a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
It would be torment for the poor guy, but the good, fun kind of torment.
And then, when they reached their destination, the real fun would begin.
Little Aaron was going to have the time of his life.