Daily Free-Write June 17, 2021: Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 15

Continuation of June 16, 2021, “Diapercuck’s Life Pt. 14”

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"Okay, little man. Sit up." In her hand, Leandra held a pair of tan overalls with baby animal faces drawn in simple black lines all over and very short legs. She also had a kind of long white shirt with colorful stars outlined in bright colors and it was closed at the bottom.

"What is that?" asked Frank. He wasn't even sure what he was looking at, but he knew he didn't like it.

"Honestly, Frank. Have you not even looked at a baby before? You knew I always wanted children but you didn't even give it a thought did you? Typical." She shook her and began to describe the items to Frank as if talking to a small child. "Well, sweetie, this is called a onesie, she said, holding up the starry shirt. It keeps your diapees from sagging when they get wet from your little accidents. And these are called 'shortalls'," she began, before Frank interrupted.

"Oh Leandra, come on."

"That's mommy to you, little man!" she said, making a stern face as she grabbed her husband's wrist.

"I don't need diapers!" he said, trying to pull agay. "You know I'm not gonna have an accident on this short little store trip."

"Just like you weren't gonna have an accident on the ride here from California?" She asked, wrestling the onesie over his head. "Yeah, Gerard and I aren't taking our chances with that one. Nobody has time to deal with any more of your messes. Now lie back and let me snap you up. That's better.."

Frank huffed and crossed his arms, sulking. "I don't like it. I don't like any of these stupid baby clothes.."

"Frankie!" said Leandra, exasperated. "Gerard bought you all these clothes with his own money. He could have left you to run around in just your diapers, which he also had to foot the bill for since you can't even make it to the potty on your own."

"That's not my fault!" Frank whined, but he had been through these conversations before, and could already feel her turning the tide against him.

"So, locking up that ducky dick wasn’t enough to remind you of your position. In this household? Fine. We can easily add another reminder," she said, unclipping a small leather strap from her belt. When had she gotten that, wondered Frank.

"No no no, don't Mommy. I'll be good. I'll be good!"

"You know the rules, sweet pea. No complaining. You wear what Mommy and Daddy give you; you eat and drink what we feed you; and do what we tell you. Now on your back, little man, or next it'll be your little bitty balls that get the strap."

Frank tearfully obeyed, sniffling and whimpering in the most pathetic manner. Leandra sighed. She almost didn't have the heart to do it, but she knew his outward display of remorse was only skin deep. She would have to leave a much deeper impression if she was to get this lesson to stick. She grabbed his legs and raised them up, holding them at the ankles with one hand and leaving the other to administer justice.

*THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP*

Gerard looked up from his news feed as the sound of the strap reached the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows for a second, shook his head, then looked back down to continue reading. The little man would learn sooner or later. He hoped sooner. Neither him nor Leandra took particular pleasure in spanking the poor boy, but hopefully if they were strict in the beginning, such measures would not be needed in the future. They both would rather encourage him with pleasurable experiences and positive reinforcement, but the man was out of control, astoundingly immature, and clearly unable to manage his own life. They might not even try to potty train the little cuck at this rate. He sighed and opened up his calendar to update the schedule of Frank's transformation. Some people just never grow up, he thought.

Back in the guest bedroom, Leandra held up the shortalls once more. "You will wear this or you will go out in just your diaper. What will it be?"

Frank sniffled, rubbing his thighs and feeling sorry for himself.

"Well?"

"That," Frank sniffled, pointing to the shortalls.

"Good choice, sweetie." She kissed him on the forehead and he returned a sulky look though his watery eyes.

"I'm not trying to be mean, little one, but you have to learn that you don't get to make your own decisions anymore. Maybe one day if you develop some maturity, but you have utterly failed in that regard up to now and Mommy and Daddy are taking over to set you on the right track. Do you understand?"

Frankie looked down and nodded. Part of him knew that he had been a failure, even though he always blamed it on someone else. Maybe that's why he was so angry. Then he saw the snaps.

"What are those?!" he asked.

"Frankie!"

A minute later, Leandra came out into the kitchen leading Frankie by the hand like the little toddler he was becoming. Gerard put his phone away and stood up. In contrast to the adorably dressed Frankie, Gerard was dressed in a crisp business casual button up with a fashionable braided belt, designer jeans, and SolarBan sunglasses pushed up over his hair. If it came to a question of who was the man of the house between him and Frankie, there was no comparison.

"Are we ready to go, little man?" asked Gerard.

Frankie winced. The words stung even worse than usual coming from him and at this particular moment. "Yes, Daddy," he muttered, looking at Gerard's clothes in envy and then down to his own outfit. Leandra nudged him.

"What do we say, Frankie?"

"Thank you for the clothes, Daddy," he mumbled, still looking at the ground. His face was now red enough to stop traffic.

"You're very welcome little man. And if you like that, you're gonna love where we go next. Let's go shopping for your things, baby boy!" Gerard then gave Leandra a peck on the lips and grabbed a very confused Frankie's hand to lead him out the door. "Adieux, mon chérie!" he called back to Frank's wife. Frank didn't speak French, but he was sure he didn't like that either.