Page 93 of A Little Bit Naughty

He started talking with that soothing voice that always made Izzy feel protected and adored. “Hey, baby boy. You did such a good job using your diaper last night and telling Daddy you needed a change.” He ran soothing hands up and down Izzy’s thighs, sending warmth racing all through him. “I’ll just get you all cleaned up, and then you can decide if you want another diaper or big boy undies.”

Daddy held up both. Izzy didn’t want big boy undies, but then he saw that they weren’t for boring grown-ups. They were just the padded ones with the trains on them. That made Izzy smile. Daddy didn’t want him to be big today, which meant he didn’t have to.

He searched Daddy’s face, checking one more time that he wasn’t going to think Izzy’s body was weird. Or at least not bad-weird. Izzy didn’t like the parts in his diaper sometimes, but today he was feeling just confident enough to finally go for it.

“No opinion?” Daddy asked, still stroking one leg up and down his thigh.

Izzy shook his head. “That’s Daddy’s job.”

Daddy beamed. “Be careful what you say, sweet boy. I happen to like seeing this cute little bum in diapers quite a lot. Now let’s get changed, shall we?”

Izzy nodded. He wanted to be relaxed when Daddy started opening the tapes, but it was difficult. What if Daddy thought he was yucky or wrong down there? What if Daddy forgot that he was a boy? Or what if Daddy just liked the diapers, but not anything else?

Izzy had been too tense last night to watch Daddy’s expression when he put the diaper on, choosing to hide behind his dinos instead. He had no idea what to expect now.

“Breathe, baby boy. In… and out.” Daddy looked concerned, but that was probably because Izzy was getting all nervous and forgetting to use his lungs.

Izzy tried that, puffing up his ribs. He looked up at the ceiling. He wanted so much for this to be OK, for Daddy to want this as much as he did.

“Good boy,” Daddy soothed. “So good.” He pulled back the top flap, leaving Izzy completely exposed as the cold air rushed in. “Let’s just get you cleaned up here…” A cool wet wipe traced a path around the curve of his leg, though he could feel the heat of Daddy’s hand behind it. “See, baby? Nothing to worry about.” The wipe made the same path on the other side.

Now there was only the middle. The wipe passed over his waist, then lower on his abdomen. Was Daddy afraid to touch him? Or not interested?

Finally, Izzy had to look over at him.

“There you are,” Daddy told him with a gentle smile. “There’s my good boy. Do you still want Daddy to get you all clean?”

Izzy nodded. He wanted it so very much.

When Daddy looked down at Izzy’s bits, the only thing his expression showed was care. Maybe even desire. He ran the wipe slowly between Izzy’s legs, maybe spending a moment longer than necessary at the special place that made Izzy all shivery.

“Daddy, you’re making me feel all tingly.”

Daddy actually growled, like a mountain lion. But his voice was still calm when he spoke. “OK, lift up, baby boy.”

Izzy did, and Daddy ran another wipe over his bottom, making sure he was all clean there. First one cheek, then the other, and then right in the middle. He wore a small smile, like this was a treat for him, too.

Daddy folded up the wet diaper and started opening up the new one.

Suddenly, it seemed like it was ending all too soon. If Izzy had gotten through this much—and if Daddy really was OK with it—then he didn’t want it to be over. He just wasn’t quite sure how to ask. “Daddy!” He pouted. “You made me all tingly.” So now he needed to fix it, right?

Daddy’s eyes were big and hungry. “That must mean that you like Daddy touching your little boy parts.”

Izzy wanted to grin. Daddy thought he had little boy parts. But Daddy still wasn’t touching them! “Yeah? My belly’s all squirmy, too.”

“I can see that. You’re full of wiggles right now.”

“I’m full of tingles right now,” he countered. “Maybe I need lotion.” He was pretty sure he’d seen some bottles in the stuff Daddy brought over. And more importantly, the special clear lotion. Lube.

Daddy’s lips quirked up, but there was that eat-Izzy-all-up look on his face again. “Oh, do you…?”

“Yes, Daddy. So I’m all smooth and soft.”

Daddy said another bad word under his breath, and Izzy giggled again. All he had to do was be cute and Daddy would curse.

“I think you’re already smooth and soft, darling. So you have to tell me where you need lotion.”

“Everywhere, Daddy.”