Page 92 of A Little Bit Naughty

Izzy looked at the clock, which said early. But Daddy had to forgive him, right? Because he remembered something else very important. It was early on his birthday.

He wriggled under the covers and squirmed up alongside Daddy’s broad body. That led to another important discovery. There was something pokey in Daddy’s undies. He knew what it was, but he liked to pretend that he didn’t. It was much more fun that way.

Izzy laid down on Daddy’s chest and found a nipple. That was the best way to do this, all close to Daddy’s sleepy warmth and with his mouth full.

He sucked until his mind went to a dreamy, quiet place, and when he was relaxed… he let go. Heat flooded his diaper, making him feel naughty and so very small. Far too small to use the big boy potty, because Daddy would take care of him.

He wiggled experimentally, exploring the clumpy, squishy feeling. It felt good, like he was Daddy’s baby boy. He thought it would get cold, but it didn’t. Pressed so close to his body, his full diaper stayed as warm as he was.

But it was kind of glumpy. Maybe Daddy would wake up soon.

He shifted around a little and Daddy moaned beneath him, the vibrations shaking through his chest. Was he awake? No. Not yet.

Izzy climbed on top of him, pressing his diaper against Daddy’s pokey thing.

Daddy’s groan was deeper this time, and his hand closed like he wanted to grab something. But his eyes were still closed.

Well, maybe Izzy could just keep doing that. He founded Daddy’s other nipple and latched on, rocking his hips until Daddy moaned again. Mmmmmm… That felt good. Maybe he could just keep doing this, even if Daddy was still sleeping.

But that didn’t seem nice, because he wanted Daddy to know that he felt good. And anyway, it was his birthday.

So he did something that was maybe just a little bit naughty. He pinched Daddy’s other nipple. Kind of hard.

Daddy jerked beneath him with a shout, then his arms tightened hard around Izzy’s back. Izzy giggled.

“Oh, fuck,” Daddy groaned, voice husky with sleep. His hips arched up against Izzy’s diaper, making it feel really, really good. “Fuck, baby.” His hands roamed up and down, one getting tangled under Izzy’s shirt.

Izzy popped off Daddy’s nipple to talk. “Daddy said a bad word.”

Daddy’s breath sucked in like a vacuum cleaner. “Izzy?”

“Hi Daddy! It’s my birthday.”

“I know, darling boy.” His hands stop moving. “I guess it’s time for birthday pancakes.” He craned his head to look at the clock. “I don’t even want to think about what time it is in Portland. Tomorrow no waking Daddy up until at least... ten.”

Izzy pouted. “But that’s forever. Anyway, I don’t want birthday pancakes yet. My diaper’s all wet.”

Daddy sucked in another breath, but not as big this time. More like the little pump for a soccer ball. Was he worried about changing Izzy’s diaper? Or excited?

Izzy was excited. Or at least he would be if Daddy was excited, too. He wriggled, just to show him how wet his diaper was. “You havta change it, Daddy.”

Daddy made a big, loud groan and his eyes squeezed shut. That probably meant so-excited-I-can’t-use-words. Izzy felt like that sometimes, and now he was the one who’d made Daddy feel that way.

“Baby boy? Can you sit up for me?” Daddy’s voice was quiet and careful.

Izzy pushed himself up. Even through his diaper he could still feel Daddy poking him. He wiggled a little, delighted at the game.

Every time he moved his tush, Daddy made a little noise deep in his chest. Daddy’s eyes were closed, but his hands clawed into the mattress.

“Baby? Can you get off Daddy? I have to... “ Another groan. “I need to get your wipes.”

Izzy rolled over. “OK, Daddy.” Wipes were good. He liked wipes.

Daddy got up and returned a moment later with a pile of things that he set on the blanket.

Izzy could see everything in his eyes now. Daddy wanted to eat him all up. It felt thrilling and dangerous and so, so good. He hadn’t done this before in his new body. When he was a boy. But he was pretty sure Daddy would know what to do.

Since Izzy was already laying on the bed with his head up on the pillows, Daddy crawled over to kneel between his legs.