Last time

I could hear her rummaging in the closet, tossing things around, and then she emerged, her hands full of diapers, baby bottles, pacifiers, and... a few other toys.

"Cara, what the hell?"

Her voice was a mix of anger and disbelief as Ashley emptied the contents of my hiding spot onto the bed. She held up a pack of diapers, her eyes narrowed. "Were you playing with this?"

I just nodded.

"Well then, let's put it to use, but first, you need to get ready." With that, she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across her lap again for the second spanking in the last ten minutes.

As her hand came up, I felt a mix of fear and something else... excitement? The first strike was like lightning on my tender flesh. "You're getting ten," she announced in a firm voice, "and you're going to count them out loud."

The spanking was a symphony of pain and pleasure, each blow making me squirm and whimper, the sound of her hand on my skin breaking the silence. "One," I managed to **** out in a trembling voice. "Two." The pain grew with each number, but so did my arousal. It was a confusing mix of feelings, but I couldn't deny that the stinging of her hand was arousing me.

As Ashley brought her hand down again, she said, "And you're going to tell me everything about this... little hobby of yours." The third strike hit me harder than the others, making me gasp. "I wear them because... it makes me feel safe," I confessed. The truth rushed out. "When I'm stressed or anxious, it's like... I don't know, it just makes everything okay."

"I'm going to make it okay for you, Cara!" The fourth strike was the hardest.

"Four," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not just the diaper. It's the whole experience. The feel of it, the smell, the warmth." With each strike, I could feel the moisture spreading through my diaper. "And the humiliation of it," I admitted in a voice barely above a whisper. "It turns me on."

Ashley paused as if she was thinking. Then the spanking resumed with greater intensity.

"Five. Six. Seven," I cried out, biting my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Each number came out quieter with the increasing pain. I began to sob.

Ashley paused and looked at me with a mixture of anger and something like pity. "Why?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Why do you need this?"

"It just... feels good," I managed between gasps. "It's like... it's like I'm being punished for something I don't even know I've done."

Ashley's hand stopped in mid-air, hovering over my reddened butt. "You're being punished?" she repeated in a questioning tone.

"Yeah," I said in a choked voice. "It's like... I'm being spanked. It's a kind of release."

Ashley balled her hand into a fist, her knuckles turning white. She brought it down again with a sharp crack that made me yelp. "You want to be punished? You're going to get it," she gritted out. The last few blows came in a rapid succession, harder than ever before. It made me squirm and cry even more.

"Ten," I whimpered, my voice a pathetic thread. She stood up, her expression unreadable.

"Take it off," she said, gesturing to the diaper. "All of it."

I obeyed, my trembling fingers fumbling with the wet, soiled tapes. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver. I felt more exposed than ever. The diaper fell to the floor with a wet slap, leaving me naked and with a body that was visibly wet.

"Now tell me why you do this," Ashley asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

My body was a canvas of pain, but the fear of losing her was the most unbearable feeling. "It's just something that started when I was a teenager after the accident," I began in a shaky voice. "It was like... a kind of comfort."

Ashley's eyes searched my face, looking for something—maybe understanding. "But you didn't tell me," she said in a choked voice. "You hid all of this from me."

"I was afraid," I confessed in a small, pathetic voice. "I didn't think you'd understand."

Ashley's face softened a little, but the anger didn't leave her eyes. "Understand? Cara, I'm your wife. I'm supposed to understand you, to support you."

"But it's so weird and shameful," I said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think you could handle it."

Ashley sighed, her eyes falling on the pile of diapers and toys on the bed. "I don't know if I can," she said, her voice filled with a sadness that cut me to the core. "But I'm going to try."

"What... what does that mean? It doesn't mean you're not going to throw all of this away? It doesn't mean you're not going to divorce me?"

Ashley looked at me, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn't properly read. "It means I want to understand," she began in a choked voice. "I want to know why you need this. Maybe it's something I can do to help you. Or maybe..." she trailed off, her gaze lingering on the diapers and toys, "maybe there's something in this for me, too."

Ashley's eyes fixed downwards on my crotch and then back to my face. In a voice full of confusion and a hint of disgust, she said, "What the hell?"

Ashley stared at my soiled diaper with a look of horror, but I couldn't feel ashamed anymore. I was so relieved that she wasn't immediately throwing me out or calling a lawyer. Then she did something I never expected.

As she began to take off her clothes, she started talking in a measured, serious tone, "Honey, you know I can never give you a baby. It's impossible." I nodded. I was lucky.

"But maybe you can give me a baby?" At this moment, she had reached her underwear. She was wearing hot red panties and a matching bra that tried to contain her large breasts but couldn't.

"What... what do you mean?"

Her eyes met mine, a burning fire now blazing in them. "I mean maybe there's something in this... this lifestyle that we can explore together," she said in a quiet, measured voice.

My heart pounded in my chest as Ashley unhooked her bra from her back, allowing her breasts to spill out. They were magnificent, full and firm, her nipples erect with arousal. She slid her panties down her legs, revealing her bare pussy which was already glistening with wetness. My dick throbbed in response, the pain of the spanking forgotten in the face of her sudden openness.

"Maybe you can be my baby, Cara? I'll diaper you, feed you, and take care of you when you feel bad. You can even suck my breasts and see if they will finally produce milk."

"But first... have sex with me one last time as my husband."

Without thinking about what it meant, I pushed her onto the bed.

Her eyes widened with a mix of surprise and longing, and she fell back onto the soft mattress. I climbed on top of her, my body trembling with anticipation and fear. The scent of her arousal mixed with the faint smell of the diaper, creating a heady perfume that intensified my need.

She was panting, her back arching, her breasts bouncing as she wrapped her legs around my waist. The pain from the spanking was a distant memory now, replaced by the intense pleasure of Ashley's warmth enveloping me.

Her nails dug into my back as I rubbed my pussy and breasts against hers, her moans growing louder with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, a rhythmic soundtrack to our **** coupling. I could see the shock slowly melting away from her eyes, turning into something else—lust, mixed with the hint of love that had always been there.

My hips moved faster, driven by a primal need to possess her, to show her that even in my most **** state, I could still be the wife she wanted. Ashley's legs tightened around me, her heels digging into my butt, urging me on.

"Oh... oh... oh... your pussy feels amazing, Cara!" As I continued to pound her, Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head. It had been months since we had been intimate. It had become a rarity where she would mostly just lie there, waiting for me to finish quickly. But tonight, I was fulfilled, so I had some stamina.

Her pussy was tight on my pussy, clamping it like a vice, matching my rhythm with her own **** movements. "Cum for me, Cara," she moaned, her voice choked with passion. "Make me cum, baby. Yes, just like that. Cum inside me!"

Her words pushed me over the edge, and with a grunt, I did just that, filling her with everything I had. It was a release I had never experienced before, a culmination of guilt, fear, and an intense desire to be accepted by the woman I loved.

Ashley moaned, a little bit of lust and a little bit of disappointment that I wouldn't last longer, all mixed into one. Then she did something she had never done before.

"Now clean it up. With your tongue."

My heart pounded as Ashley's command punctured the quiet moment after intercourse. She didn't have to repeat herself. I leaned down, my mouth watering with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The taste was sweet and sour, a mixture of her fluids and my sperm. As I licked her, I realized that she was just as into this as I was.

After a few moments, she grabbed my head with her hands and screamed as if she had finally reached her orgasm from my oral.

When I was done, Ashley sat up, her eyes sparkling with a new kind of excitement. "Now, let's talk about this," she said, her voice still trembling with excitement. "I don't want to get rid of this, Cara. If this is what you need, I want to be a part of it. But we have to set some boundaries."