Summer had finally arrived on the west coast, and I had planned the ultimate combo of my interests, boat trip, fishing, and diapers. I got up early, changed my night diaper, and showered quickly. Then I put on a new diaper brief, and since I expected a long day, I added a booster pad. It was more than I was comfortable wearing in public - but I reckoned I didn't meet many people on the way. I had relaxed-fit shorts and a...

A horrible alarm woke me up the next morning. The rubber mattress was uncomfortable and humid, I had a splitting headache, and my throat was dry as a desert. You had placed the old alarm clock next to the mattress and as I hammered the button to stop the shrieking noise, I saw that it was only 6:45 am. Next to the clock was a handwritten message, but before I could read it, I needed to pee. My cock was securely locked up...

The soft satin sheets on the comfortable master bed caressed my back as I stretched, the wetness seeping from my throbbing slit. My hands lazily explored the folds, playing and enjoying – and dreaming of my naughty, sexy man. I could still memorize the feeling of your tongue – and your eyes... longing for relief, beaten and humiliated as you were safely locked up in your cock cage. With buttocks red from the belt and face...

NOTE: The story I am going to tell happened a couple of months ago after a late night with the boys. It describes our journey from experimenting with BDSM to willingly accepting mutual punishment when we misbehave. Based on trust, the safe words we defined have never been necessary. We both agree that a spanking is a good (and enjoyable) way to solve behaviour that otherwise could hurt our relationship. --- It had been th...