The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 13
“...we were having so much fun that we didn’t notice how late it was getting. I don’t remember falling asleep,” said Riri, unable to stop twirling her fidgety fingers against one another. High-pressure situations were never her strong suit, and even though Latasha had remained fairly casual throughout the majority of the chaos, it was still harrowing to speak one-on-one seriously with a Big, “I didn’t wake up until you and Skye got back so that’s pretty much everything. I feel like such a wimp for not stopping Stacy before things got out of hand.”
Seated at her desk across from Riri, Latasha extended a caring hand toward the anxious Little, gently clasping Riri’s hand within hers. “Go easy on yourself. Take it from me, Stacy isn’t the easiest person to keep a handle on,” she said, snorting softly, “I’m proud of you for sticking by Connor’s side. A night like that could ’ve scared even the boldest kinkster away.”
Riri’s cheeks quickly turned rosy over Latasha’s generous remarks. “I j-just tried to do what I thought you would do,” she said boastfully, failing to suppress the praise kink.
“Well, you did good,” said Latasha dismissively, her reaction to receiving compliments standing in complete opposition to Riri’s. She wasted no time swapping subjects, “Though, I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you. I haven’t forgotten about your potty mouth, little miss.”
Flipping from a smile to a pout on a dime, Riri had hoped the amount of stuff going on would help confuscate her outburst from earlier. Looking back now, it almost felt like another person had taken control of her body and dropped an F-bomb against her will. “You’re not gonna tell Daddy, are you?” she asked nervously, “I promise, I’ll never, ever, ever do it again!”
“Hmmm… I waaaaas going to inform Martin…but so long as you keep that promise, I think we can make this incident a Padded Palace secret,” said Latasha, letting relief wash over Riri as she reached into the bottom drawer of her desk. The reversal was always her favorite part, “Now, that being said, the punishment must fit the crime.” Her smile was filled with fiendish glee as she pulled out a fresh bar of soap, still encased in its paper sleeve, and placed it on the desk before Riri.
Far from an unfamiliar sight, Riri had witnessed Ellie and Stacy with similar soap bars in their mouths on numerous occasions. Meanwhile, Skye and she had often enjoyed the spectacle that Stacy and Ellie made of themselves. Never once had she considered what it would be like for the shoe to be on the other foot. “D-Do I really…” she asked, her question petering off before she could finish as Latasha’s smug expression was all the answer she required. She reluctantly grabbed the small, rectangular block and began unwrapping, “The whole thing?”
“Yup!” said Latasha, pronouncing the “p” hard enough to make it pop. Part of her was aware she was being harder on Riri than she needed to be. However, after the brutally submissive night she’d been forced into, she was feeling a tad more sadistic than usual, “I’ll be sure to let you know when you can take it out.”
Whimpering dejectedly, Riri grimaced as her lips met the smooth, yet chalky texture of unmoistened soap. The scent wrinkled her nostrils while the taste burned the tip of her tongue, compelling her eyes to water. Not wanting to torture herself by drawing out the process, she closed her eyes and slid the bar into her mouth like a gluttonous kid inhaling a chocolate bar until the rim of the soap pressed against the back of her tongue. She gagged for a second before getting her reflexes under control.
Latasha struggled to refrain from giggling at the priceless way Riri reacted to her first genuine punishment within the walls of the Padded Palace. A Little cursing was no laughing matter, after all. Relishing the blushy display Riri was making of herself a few seconds longer, she knew she needed to keep the ball rolling if she wanted to speak with everyone before their Bigs returned. “I think that should cover everything. Be a dear and send in Ellie next,” she said, gesturing toward her office door with a crocodile grin.
As if Riri wasn’t already red enough, the prospect of exiting Latasha’s office with soap in her mouth only exacerbated her humiliation. She could practically hear the taunting jeers that Stacy and Ellie were certain the thrust upon her. “Canth I pway in da nuwsewy tiw Daddy ges hewe?” she asked on her way out the door, slyly aiming to gain as much distance from her nurserymates as possible so she could ride out her punishment free from vicious mockery. Additionally, she didn’t want to admit it but she had been bored out of her mind waiting in the living room with nothing to do. Try as she might to ignore it, her Little side was pining to play with the toys that were only a wall away.
“Um…I think I’d feel better if you go collect what you want to play with and bring it to the living room where I can see you,” compromised Latasha, too paranoid to let any of the girls out of her sight, at least until Connor finished showering. Speaking of, it suddenly occurred to her that she had yet to hear any water running whatsoever. She loved her Padded Palace to death but she knew these walls were too old to mask a running shower. Focusing her hearing upward, her eyes squinted with curiosity as she faintly made out what sounded like a repetitive squeak emanating from the ceiling.
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“I shouldn’t be doing this,” thought Connor as he slowly kneaded the front of his sodden nappy. Considering the conflict occurring just one floor beneath him, it was unconscionable to masturbate amid such a harrowing situation. He needed to shower, put on his big boy clothes, and get back downstairs to help Latasha as quickly as possible.
So…why was it suddenly so hard to stop? Of course, it was easy to blame the pleasure. The inside of his diaper would be too slippery and too plushy for anyone to handle, and his affinity for silky fabrics certainly wasn’t aiding in his resistance. But he knew those were only excuses. It wasn’t as if the Padded Palace was on the verge of running out of padding. Moreover, as good as it felt to rub himself, it was nowhere near as mind-bogglingly euphoric as the involuntary orgasms he experienced hours prior.
The cold, hard truth was that over the course of a single, lustful night, something had been awoken inside Connor; something that made it difficult to deny that a small piece of him got off on behaving in such a deviant manner. What if Skye or Stacy or Latasha were to walk in on him, or if his extended absence raised too many questions? Such grimly embarrassing thoughts should’ve halted his masturbatory session right then and there. Instead, they only amplified his perverse desires.
It wasn’t as though Connor wanted to be caught. He’d be mortified if even his confidant, Riri, barged in on him doing something so depraved. It was merely the threat of his erotic exploits being uncovered that drew him in like a bug to a zapper. Inadvisable? Probably. Dangerous? Most definitely. But infinitely tantalizing? So much so that nothing else mattered.
Wearing his shame prominently like a thorny crown, Connor mashed both fists into his bulbous diaper and let out a quivery wheeze, which was about as loud as he could get without alerting the entire Palace. Sadly, as good as it felt to mold the pulpy padding around his swollen shaft, the awkward position and lack of traction made it impossible to elevate his pleasure beyond sensual edging. He pined for the Magic Wand that Stacy and Ellie had used on him the previous evening.
Desperate to push himself over the final hurdle, Connor spent the next full minute nudging his cock around inside his diaper to find the most ideal rubbing position. It took some trial and error but he eventually managed to flip his penis upward so that the underside of his phallus was pressed against the squishy nappy. The position was slightly awkward, with his member resting diagonally along his left thigh; the direction he naturally leaned toward. Be that as it may, the results were more than fruitful regardless of the strange orientation.
“Oh, f-f-f-...” muttered Connor as he dug his dominant thumb and forefinger into the satin-draped, plastic outer casing of his diaper. Mashing his head into his poofy pillow and stretching his toes southward, he cupped his manhood fully and slowly ramped up his stroking velocity. He then snatched his cell phone from his bedside nightstand with his opposing hand, which had been charging for well over an hour by this point. Plenty of battery life to do some naughty browsing. Making good use of his new DeviantArt profile, he began scrolling through his curated feed to feast on the wealth of ABDL art and erotica at his fingertips.
Connor had masturbated countless times before today. And yet, as he felt the pleasurable prickliness of an orgasm mounting at the base of his penis, he could already tell he was careening toward one of the most powerful climaxes he’d ever achieved on his own. His phone slipped from his fingers and thumped down onto his sternum, leaving the kinky drawing of a sissy being humiliated at an all-girl sleepover with make-up and hair curlers facing upward on his chest as he shot far beyond the point of no return.
Globs of jizz deposited into the hip of Connor’s diaper as his long, drawn-out ejaculation carried on seemingly with no conclusion in sight. His once extended toes now curled inward as a torrent of euphoria overtook his entire form. Letting his eyes roll back, he lay motionless and panted like a dog in heat. There was no denying his diaper fetish any longer. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as he allowed himself to float weightlessly amongst an endless sea of ABDL bliss. His shower could wait.
TO BE CONTINUED…