We're about to walk out the door when you suddenly stop. Annoyed because we're already running late, I get even poutier when I realize that you want to do a diaper check before we head to the truck. With a bit of attitude, I lift of my tennis skirt and flash you my very thick diaper. My scowl lessens after you threaten a spanking, and I hold up my skirt like a good girl for you to inspect. It's so embarrasing having to wear this big, thick diaper to our friend's house. It makes noises, and the padding is so thick between my legs.

Of course you remind me that you packed the diaper b... Show more