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"Fuckin' dammit..." said Luke, muttering under his breath to ensure that Ruby wouldn't hear him. She was his "mommy" in addition to being his wife, and as frustrated as he was with this dumb video game, he knew what would happen if she caught him cursing.

Mommy didn't tolerate any bad language out of him. That sort of thing was for grownups only, not little baby fennecs like him. Still, he'd died at least a dozen times trying to beat this damn game and he was so mad he was about to blow a gasket. He usually had no problem with this level, but he was just so distracted by the racket coming from the kitchen.

Mommy had been on the phone with her friend for about two hours now gossiping at full volume, stopping only to breath. Either she was telling some horribly embarrassing story about him, or she was hollering with laughter at whatever he friend had to say about it. She'd been going at full volume, non-stop, and Luke was about at the end of his rope.

"Rrrr... What the... This is such bull," growled Luke, throwing the controller to the floor in a huff to compensate for the fact that he couldn't use naughty words to tell the game how he really felt. Shaking with anger, her crossed his arms across his chest and threw himself back into the cushy soft backrest of the sofa. He bit down on the soft rubber nipple of his pacifier in the hopes that it might keep his mouth from getting him into trouble, because he was on the edge of a full-blown tantrum.

He just wanted mommy to get off the damn phone so he could get some much needed attention, but she was still yacking away in there, laughing it up with her friend and having a grand ol' time while poor Luke was forced to sit in the same cold, wet diaper for hours on end. His diaper was soaked from front to back and he didn't know if it could hold anymore liquid. He'd even been holding back for a while now just to make sure he didn't leak, but he couldn't wait anymore.

He shut his eyes and let a bit of warm urine trickle out. Immediately, he felt it begin to pool underneath his bottom. He grimaced, sitting there in a puddle of his own piss, hoping it would eventually soak into the already saturated padding of his diaper

"Great, now I bet I'm going to get a rash," he thought to himself, seething with rage as he felt his delicate little heiny beginning to itch already. He wanted to go into the kitchen and rip the phone cord right out of the wall and demand a fresh diaper, but he knew that wouldn't end well for him.

Changings had been more frequent in the past, and they used to come with a full release more often than not. Mommy would add a generous palm full of lotion and massage his tiny little pecker until he squirted before taping a nice clean diaper on him. Though, it had been a long while since his diaper changes had come with any such benefits. At this point, he was just happy to get more than one change a day.

Mommy decided when it was time for a new diaper, and he didn't get any say in it. In fact, just asking for a changing was enough to get him in trouble: strike one would get the big pacifier locked in his mouth, strike two was a spanking with the hairbrush, and he didn't even want to know what strike three was. He'd never been foolish enough to push her that far, legitimately afraid of what she might do to him.

It's not like he could do anything to stop her. Being a panthress, she towered over him in both size and strength. He was like a child compared to her, and she wasn't afraid to treat him like one if he tried to boss her around. It was one of the things that made her so attractive in the first place, but now she was using that power to keep him totally subjugated. Here he was, a grown man, and he wasn't allowed to ever touch his diapers, let alone change them by himself. He had to sit in that wet diaper and wait for mommy like a good pup, though he didn't feel like being like being good for much longer.

He growled softly to himself, obsessing over his anger and frustration. He didn't want to play that stupid game anymore, but he didn't have anything else to do until mommy got off the phone. Now that his game was frozen on the silent "Continue" screen, it was much easier to eavesdrop on the conversation from the other room. It sounded like it had been winding down, but somehow never seemed to end. Finally, he heard what he'd been waiting for.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go check on the little brat," said mommy, letting out another hearty laugh. Her words were muffled by the wall standing between them, but her biting laughter always came through at full volume.

Luke, chewed his pacifier, irritated by the way mommy talked about him on the phone with her friends, but at least she had shut up for the time being. He prepared his best grumpy face as soon as he heard the hollow thud of her phone hitting the table, knowing she'd be on her way to check on him shortly.

Sure enough, the pocket door slid open seconds later and she poked her head in the room. She didn't say anything at first, just looked around. She saw the game controller on the floor while her babyish little hubby sat on the couch with his arms crossed, wearing an adorable little scowl on his face. It wasn't hard to piece together what had happened.

"Did you get mad and throw your Nintendo controller?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

Luke didn't answer quickly, trying to read his mommy's facial expression as she entered the room and positioned herself between him and the TV, casting a dark shadow over him. She placed her hands on her hips, and gave him a very serious look while she waited for an answer, but Luke couldn't think of what to say. He shrunk before his mommy's commanding presence, betraying all of the impotent rage he'd felt just a moment ago. He just let his eyes veer off to the side, breaking his gaze with mommy who was still glaring down at him with the force of the a thousand suns. However, she wasn't going to have any of that disrespect.

"Um, _excuse me,_little Miss Princess, but I asked you a very simple question," she said, making it clear that she wasn't about to be ignored. "Now tell me if you threw this controller on the ground."

Luke hated it when mommy called him Princess. At first, it was just something she said if he was acting bratty and spoiled, but now it had practically become his new nickname. She new it bothered him, so naturally she did it constantly to get a rise out of him, and this time it worked.

"No. I just dropped it, okay?!" he said, firing back at mommy who seemed taken aback by his response.

"Don't you take that tone with me, little boy," she said, surprised that her little runt of a husband just snapped at her like that. "That's strike one right there."

"For what?" asked Luke, immediately pretending like he didn't just cop an attitude with her.

"For lying right to my face," she said, answering back twice as loud as she leaned over him. "I heard you grumbling and growling in here. Then I heard you slam the controller down to the floor. Maybe you need to have your toys taken away if you can't play nice."

"I didn't throw anything, I swear," he said, getting over-emotional and allowing the pacifier to drop out of his mouth. "I'm not mad at stupid video games. I'm mad because I'm getting a diaper rash over here and you won't do your job."

Luke knew he'd gone too far with that last comment. He expected her to fly off the handle and start yelling a blue streak, but she actually didn't look that mad. In fact, she actually broke out into a smile and laughed right back in his face like she didn't take him seriously at all. Then again, why would she? How could he command her respect while sitting there in a sissy pink diaper and a "Princess Pony" T-Shirt that came from the little girl's section of the store?

"So let me get this straight," she said, still grinning. "You're throwing this little tantrum because you pissed in your little princess-print Huggies, and you expect me to drop everything I'm doing just to take care of it?"

Luke was too dumbfounded to speak. He'd been sitting in the same wet diaper for half the day, and now she was going to act like it was him who was out of line? He wanted to tell her exactly how he felt, but he knew that arguing wouldn't get him a fresh diaper anytime soon. He just huffed and puffed, crossed his arms even tighter, and then said nothing.

He just pouted and turned his eyes away, ashamed that he didn't have the balls to stand up for himself. Though, just because little Luke didn't want to talk, that didn't mean the conversation was over. Oh no, mommy wasn't through yet.

"Want to act like a snotty spoiled princess, fine," she said, looking down smugly at her pouty little man. "You just bought yourself a week without any Nintendo."

"What?! C'mon that's not fair," yelled Luke.

"Another word out of you and it's going to be two weeks. Don't test me," she said as she forcefully kicked the power button on the front of the game system to shut it off.

"Hey! I didn't get to save," he said in a grating high pitched whine.

"Does it look like I care?" responded mommy, coldly.

"Fine, just fuckin' whatever," mumbled Luke, possibly louder than he meant to. That was obviously the breaking point for mommy.

"Okay, that's it. Get over here so I can wash your dirty little mouth out with soap," she said, pointing down in front of her, but little Luke didn't budge from his seat.

She gave him three whole seconds to do as he was told before she decided to go over and get him off the sofa herself. She stomped over and grabbed her husband around his narrow little bicep and yanked him right off the couch onto his feet. He retaliated by trying to pull away from her with all his might, tired of being pushed around.

"Get off me," he growled as he tried to slither away from his mommy's grasp, but she just tightened her grip and dug her claws into his arm ensuring he wouldn't get away so easily.

Without another word, she took his spot on the sofa and pulled her little hubby across her lap so his padded bottom was up in the air. He was still squirming and struggling so she put her hand on the back of his neck and held his head down firmly to let him know she in control. Still, Luke persisted, pounding on mommy's muscular thigh with his small, ineffective fists, but it was no use. He panicking as he felt the back of his diaper being pulled down.

"No, stop it," he hollered angrily as he felt a cool breeze on his bare posterior. "Let me go, dammit!"

"Enough!" shouted mommy, loud enough to the attention of her childish husband. "You stop squirming this instant, or I'm going to get the hairbrush. Do you want me to beat your bottom black and blue with the hairbrush again?"

Sure enough, Luke went completely still once the threat of the hairbrush had been evoked. He still remembered the last time she took the back of the big, heavy brush to his tender rump. It hurt so bad he sobbed into his pillow all night like a little baby, and it left his bottom aching so bad he couldn't sit comfortably for days afterward. He definitely didn't want that again. It was almost a relief when he felt his mommy's bare hand smack down across his buttocks instead.

Though, his relief was short-lived. Mommy was pissed and she was taking it out on poor Luke's buttcheeks. She wasn't holding back at all, delivering a rapid-fire spanking to the boy's smoothly-shaven bottom with so much force that he would have been knocked right off mommy's lap if she wasn't holding him down. The loud crack of her hand against the soft, hairless skin of Luke's backside split the air out over and over, less than a second apart.

It only took half a minute before Luke was blubbering as loud as he could. Tears streamed down his face, soaking into his mommy's tight denim jeans as his cheek was pressed against her thick, meaty thigh. Nonetheless, the spanking continued at full force, undeterred by his shameful little performance.

"Stop, please! I'm sorry, mommy. I'm really sorry," cried Luke, barely able to choke back his sobs long enough to speak. Unfortunately, his pleas fell upon deaf ears.

Mommy didn't want to hear it. She didn't even slow down. She just kept whacking away at his tender behind until his pathetic begging devolved into a blubbering mess. She didn't stop until his little legs finally stopped kicking, and he didn't have any fight left in him. When she finally let him back up to his feet, his cheeks were streaked with tears and he was crying so hard he couldn't shut his mouth. All he wanted was to pull his soggy old diaper back up around his waist to hide his glowing backside, but mommy wouldn't even let him have that.

"Leave it," she snarled, smacking his hand away from the waistband of his own diaper. "I'm not done with you yet."

Defeated, Luke let out a sad little whimper as he let go of his diaper and moved his hands to his sides, allowing his naked little dick and balls to hang out in the wind as mommy looked him up and down disapprovingly. He had already been emasculated and humiliated beyond belief, but it was about to get even worse.

"Why does your little pee pee get all hard when I spank you?" asked mommy, smirking as her hubby's embarrassingly small two-inch erection bobbed up and down as he sniffled and cried.

He was too ashamed to answer. Deep down he still got aroused when she treated him like a child, even when it was negative attention. Obviously he didn't want to admit it. She was plenty strict already without encouraging her to go any further. Though, she was smart enough to figure it out on her own.

"Aw, don't have anything to say? What happened to all that tough talk from before? You don't look so tough to me with that little pink nub sticking out between your legs," she said, teasing him relentlessly as he stook there with his shaven little privates on full display.

She'd been shaving his entire diaper area, front to back, for the last few weeks. At first she just wanted to keep shit from getting stuck in his butt fur, but it quickly became a permanent change for poor little Luke. Not only did it make diaper changes easier, but it also helped with discipline.

Spankings stung much worse now, leaving glowing red welts on his smooth, pink posterior. Though, most of all, she loved how it much it humiliated and degraded her poor husband. His already tiny fennec genitals looked even more pathetic once all the fur was shaved away, and she never missed an opportunity to remind him.

She didn't expect him to be well hung or anything. After all, he was just a little fennec fox and she was a tall, sleek panthress. There was no way he'd ever be able to satisfy a woman of her size, but still. His little worm was so pathetic that she was barely able to contain her laughter the first time set on eyes it. She was able to hide her amusement on their first date, but she had no problem making fun of his teeny little pecker now that they were married.

"You're not a tough guy at all," she said, looking him right in the eyes. "You're an itty-bitty baby with an itty-bitty little penis who needs mommy to shave the peach fuzz off his wee-little nutsack. Now, turn around and march your butt into the kitchen for the rest of your punishment."

"I'll be good," said Luke softly, wringing the front of his purple t-shirt in his hands to calm his nerves. He had gotten the message loud and clear. She was big and he was small. Her word was the law. He'd been naughty and he'd learned his lesson, but she hadn't forgiven him yet.

"Well, you'd better be good from now on, and I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap to help you remember," she said, crossing her arms and nodding her head toward the door. She always followed through on her punishments, and no amount of whining was going to sway her, but little Luke was stubbornly pushing his luck.

"I'm really sorry," he whimpered, hoping that mommy would take mercy on him. He was still crying from his harsh spanking. His bottom still burning and throbbed and he didn't want to be punished anymore. Unfortunately, mommy didn't seem to care in the slightest.

"Not as sorry as you're about to be," she said, getting up and grabbing the disobedient little fennec by the ear. "Now get in here!"

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow..." said Luke in a shrill, whiny voice as he was led over to the door by his ear. She dragged him all the way into the kitchen with his diaper bunched up around his thighs and then over to the sink before finally releasing his poor aching ear. She didn't have to say anything. He knew not to speak, or move, or do anything until he was told to.

Mommy dug around in the cabinet under the sink for a moment and came back up with bar of soap and a disposable enema. Luke recognized both items right away and immediately began to squirm. His bottom lip quivered as he watched mommy unbox a fresh new bar of soap and shove it under his nose.

"Open up, princess. Time to clean that dirty potty mouth of yours," said mommy, pressing the bar of soap against his lips.

Sure enough, Luke opened his mouth like a good boy even though he knew what was coming. He didn't have much of a choice. She'd just whoop his butt again if he didn't do it willingly, and then shove it in his mouth anyway. It was better just to cooperate and get it over with fast. Though, he quickly started second guessing himself once the dry bar of soap was shoved into his mouth.

"Bite down and don't let it fall out," she said, coldly. "You drop it and I'll add an extra hour to your punishment."

Luke bit down hard, making sure his jagged teeth dug into the smooth bar of soap before it had a chance to slip out. He didn't taste anything at first, but it didn't take long before his saliva had taken on the harsh, chemical taste of the soap. Though, things went from bad to worse for Luke as mommy took the disposable enema out of its box and grabbed him by the tail raising it up high.

"Now to clean out the other end," said mommy as she jabbed the long tube of the enema bottle up into her husband's vulnerable, hairless asshole.

Luke let out a squeak as the pre-lubed nozzle slid up into his bottom with little resistance. He would have yelled louder if not for the bar of soap nestled between his teeth. He knew things would only get worse for him if he dropped it, so he did his best to keep his jaw clenched shut. Though, it was getting harder and harder to keep from hollering as he felt the enema solution rushing into his colon.

He felt it filling him more and more, putting pressure on his insides. It was getting uncomfortable now, really uncomfortable. This enema was clearly meant for larger animals, and he felt like was close to bursting. He let out a frightened whimper to let mommy know that he was reaching his limit but she ignored him.

"Stop your whining," she said, squeezing out every last drop of liquid out before plucking the nozzle from his ass and pulling his soggy diaper back up around his waist. "Now march your naughty butt over to your time out corner and get your nose pressed in there nice and deep. No talking, keep you hands at your sides and your chin up, and you better hold every drop of that enema unless I tell you otherwise. Now go, and don't even think about testing my patience anymore for the rest of the night or you're going to be one sad little pup."

She gave him a little push, and watched in amusement as he slowly waddled over to the far corner of the kitchen. The same corner that he got sent to for all his time outs, over by the garbage can and the broom closet. Though, this was his most humiliating walk of shame by far, with suds dripping from his muzzle and a piss-soaked diaper wadded between his legs that forced him walk like a real toddler. Of course, the enema he was desperately trying to hold in his ass didn't help his mobility any.

He had to shit so bad it hurt, and he'd only been holding it half a minute. He had to clench up tight to keep any from leaking out and it was exhausting. He doubted whether he'd even make it ten minutes, assuming he even made it to the corner without springing a leak. He hoped mommy wasn't going to make him hold it for long. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if he disobeyed her again, things were bad enough already.

Luckily for Luke, he was able to get to the time out corner without messing his pants. He pushed his nose into the corner as far as it would go with the bar of soap sticking partially out of his mouth. At least the wall would help keep the soap from slipping out he thought as he closed his eyes, trying in vain to escape the horrid flavor of the soap that now permeated his mouth and sinuses. He wanted to spit it out and run for a drink of water, but he knew better. Mommy would just punish him again and again until he learned his lesson. He had no choice but to obey if he ever wanted to get back on mommy's good side, no matter how degrading and miserable it was.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't move. He just stood there dripping soapy drool down his shirt and trying desperately to hold his bowels, but it was getting harder by the minute. Cramps were setting in already as his body tried over and over to expel the cold enema solution from his body, and it was getting harder to resist. It hurt so bad he couldn't help but to cry softly to himself as he stood alone in the corner waiting for his mommy to take pity on him, but she was too busy starting dinner to concern herself with his pathetic mewling.

After about ten minutes of prep work, dinner was on the stove to cook, leaving mommy with some time to kill before it was time to eat. She glanced over at Luke, pleased to find him standing obediently in the corner where he belonged. He had hardly made a peep other than some soft whimpers and groans. Her plan was working just as expected. He was becoming docile and submissive. Even when he dared to stand up to her, she could always put him right back in his place. She poured herself another glass of wine, confident that her little pup wouldn't give her any trouble for the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, Luke was in agony over in the corner. The cramps had gotten worse and they came more frequently now. He hoped that she would give him permission to use his diaper soon, because it was going to come out one way or another. Unfortunately, he could only cry into his soapy gag and wait for mommy to take notice of his plight. For a brief moment, he thought his time out might be over when he heard his mommy's voice break the silence, but it turned out she was just back on the damn phone again.

"Hey girl," said mommy, her phone once again pressed against the side of her face. "Just callin' to see what's up. We still meeting at the club tonight?....... Alight cool, I just have to finish up dinner and then give Luke a bath and tuck him in for the night. Then I have to shower and get myself ready. Hoping to be out there by ten at the latest..... Yeah, he's still doing his little diaper thing. I don't think he's ever going to grow up."

Luke brooded in the corner as he listened to all the embarrassing things that mommy was saying. He couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but he could imagine what his mommy's friends were saying. He couldn't stand that everyone was sitting around and laughing about him like he wasn't even there. His mouth and throat burned with the overpowering taste of soap while his poor tummy churned, cramping up every minute or so to remind him how bad he had to shit. It was the worst, most humiliating thing he'd ever suffered, but mommy didn't pay him any mind while she was on the phone.

"...I'm not exaggerating. He's just like a pup" she continued, blabbing all her husband's shameful secrets to anyone that would listen. "You won't believe what this man puts me through. I was on the phone with Kate earlier, and I heard him throwing a little hissy-fit in the other room. I get up to see what the problem is, and it's nothing like usual. Just another little tantrum because he was just pissed at his Nintendo games again, throwing his controllers and all that."

Luke cringed as he heard the way mommy described his behavior. Was he really that childish? All he knew is that he could hear laughter coming from the other end of the phone line and it hit him right in his ego, letting him know what everyone thought about him. Though, it was quickly drowned out as mommy continued her rant.

"And those controllers aren't cheap," she said. "I told him before that if he breaks them, then he's not getting any new ones. His trust fund only covers so much, ya know. We only have a few thousand left over each month after the house, the car, and all the other bills, and I have plans for that money... ... Uh huh... ... Yeah, well that's what I told him. If he can get his tight-ass parents to send us more money each month, maybe he could have a new video game every once in awhile... ...Yeah... ... Uh huh... ... Haha, now you're thinking. Better yet, I could just have an inground pool put in, then you bitches can come party at my place."

Luke slumped his shoulders in shame and began to cry louder. His tummy hurt, his throat burned, and he didn't like hearing the truth about his new position in the house. He tried to keep quiet, knowing mommy wouldn't like being interrupted while she was on the phone. Fortunately, his whimpers and whines seemed to go unheard, muffled by the bar of soap in his mouth. By the same token, he wished maybe she_would_ hear him, so she'd realize just how much he was suffering over here in his private little corner, but she never seemed to find the time to check on him.

"...Yeah. We can party over here, just hit me up sometime this weekend. I can stick the little brat in his playpen and he won't bother us at all... ... Haha, yeah, of course you can meet him... ... And? So what? I don't care whether he likes it or not. Girl, I'm telling you, this is my house now. I make all the rules around here, so don't worry about princess pissy pants. You wanna know where his majesty is right now?... ... Well, I'll tell you. He's standing in the corner sucking on a bar of soap to clean up his shitty attitude... ... I'm not even joking. He's in time out right now, whimpering like a little baby because I won't give him permission to crap his Huggies yet, can you believe that?"

Luke clenched his hands into tight little fists of anger he listened-in on the conversation. Sure, he was whimpering, and yes it was because he needed to poop, but she left out the part about the giant enema that was sloshing around in his belly. Even now, a terrible string of cramps was causing him to bite down onto the bar of soap to keep from howling in pain, but did mommy tell her friend any of that? Of course not. Though, the conversation only got worse from there.

"MmmHmm, he loves it. He gets off on being treated like a baby. Literally every time I go to give him a change, his little baby dick is all hard in his diapers. He'd probably be happy enough just sitting around in his own filth if I weren't around... ... Uh huh... ... Yeah, well it's a good thing his family is loaded, otherwise he'd be stuck changing his own diapers... ... Right, and that's what I told him; he is lucky as hell to have me. He's crazy if he thinks there's another fine looking woman like out there like me that will put up with his childish shit..."

Mommy just kept going on and on, trying to embarrass her husband and it was working like a charm. Luke was so ashamed of the way his wife talked about him on the phone, but he wasn't man enough to do anything about it. He wasn't even brave enough to use his own diaper without her permission. Mommy was right when she called him a big baby, and that made it hurt even more. Though, it was nothing compared to the pain of his enema-swollen belly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," moaned Luke, getting much louder as another round of cramps rocked his body, causing him to keel-over slightly as he waited for it to pass. He knew he was being too loud for his own good, but he wanted her to hear so she might finally take pity on him. Though, when she did finally take notice, she wasn't hardly as sympathetic as Luke had hoped.

"One sec, Lisa," said mommy, setting the phone before turning to check on Luke. She looked him over, watching him squirm for a moment before deciding he needed a few more minutes to stew in his misery. The only thing he got for all his whining was another scolding. "Hey! Shut up over there, or you're not getting a clean diaper before bed. Don't test me, and don't release that enema out until I tell you. That is, unless you want me to shove your nose in it again."

Luke immediately choked back his cries and blushed a deep red. He was sure mommy's friend had heard everything. It was bad enough that she'd shoved his face down into a shitty diaper last week because he wouldn't stop begging for a change, but now there was another person out there in the world that knew about it. Luke was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but his mommy wasn't through yet, getting right back on the phone to expose more shameful secrets.

"Now where were we?" said mommy, turning her attention back to the conversation with her friend. "...What? Him? Oh, he's fine. He's just crying because I had to put him back in his place... ... Well that's too bad for him. If he doesn't like it, he can just walk his skinny ass to the courthouse and file for divorce like a big boy... ... Hell no. I aint worried. Girl, he isn't going to do shit... ... Yeah, and I know he won't do shit because then everyone will find out how he's been living ever since we got hitched... ... Damn right. I'm going to be telling everyone his business. If we ever end up in divorce court, you better believe I'll be telling the judge and everyone else who will listen about the mountains of soiled diapers, the vicious little tantrums, and the humiliating punishments. Judge will probably hook me up with a fat alimony check every month for the shit I had to put up with..."

Luke shuddered to imagine what their day in divorce court would look like, being totally exposed in front of everyone. She knew everything about him, and she could talk for days. He could only imagine all the stories she could tell if he tried to leave her. Hell, even tonight's little enema adventure would make a good story for the courtroom.

It would be life-shattering. His parents would probably cut him off, and he'd end up poor and alone. It had been his greatest fear since the first time he bought his first pack of diapers back in highschool, and now it had a very real chance of becoming reality if he ever dared to divorce his increasingly cruel wife. She was right, he would be stuck with her forever. His heart sank as he contemplated being locked in diapers for the rest of his life.

Despite all of this, he was still struggling to hold his bowels. He desperately wanted to get back on mommy's good side, but it hurt so bad that he was getting weak in the knees and mommy still wouldn't pay him any mind. He waited patiently for a pause in the conversation that he could sneak in another loud whimper, but it never came. She was talking a mile a minute while her friend filled in all the quiet moments. He tried his hardest not to interrupt, but he really didn't have any choice.

His tired little anus finally gave way, letting out a trickle of cool liquid into the seat of his diaper despite his best efforts. Before he could even react, the rest began to pour out of him like a waterfall. He let out a labored grunt as he tried to pinch his ass shut, hoping to stop the stream of chunky liquid, but it was no use. He hardly had any strength left. There was no stopping it now.

He continued to groan, his bowels cramping over and over in an effort to expel every drop of muddy liquid from his body. Eventually he stopped trying to fight it. He just gave in and let it all flow out. It was such a relief. He couldn't remember time he'd had to shit so bad. He just wished it didn't have to do it into a cold, piss-soaked diaper.

The wet padding in the seat of his diapers was slow to soak up the enema solution that pooled all around his bare buttcheeks. His diaper was very unpleasant now, totally waterlogged and drooping down in the back. Though, liquid wasn't the only thing weighing down his diapers. He hadn't messed his diaper since the previous night, so there was plenty of poopy up inside him when mommy decided to clean him out. Now he could only stand there and wait for the muddy, wet dung in his pants to work it's way across his entire diaper area.

His body was literally shaking, exhausted from the effort of holding and eventually expelling the large enema. He tried to still himself, and get his nose back into the corner before mommy inevitably turned to investigate what was going on. He had to keep from squirming despite the revolting mess in his Huggies, afraid that he might overflow and have yucky brown water running down his thigh. He just didn't want to do anything else to make mommy angry, knowing he'd already done enough to earn another punishment. He just hoped she didn't make good on her promise to stick his nose in it.

Luke was already blubbering like a baby by the time mommy turned to see what the commotion was. She knew immediately what had happened from the sight of his obviously full diaper. There was a big dark lump in the seat of his diapers and they sagged down in the back so much that she could just barely see the top of his hairless little buttcrack. The way his diaper hung around his tiny hips, it looked like the tapes of his diaper could barely hold on. No wonder he was bawling.

"I'm going to have to cut you off, girl," said mommy, still a bit stunned as he spoke into the phone. "The little princess just dropped a huge load in his diaper and I have to go punish him for it... ... Don't worry, I'll turn him into a good little boy yet... ... Okay, yeah, see you tonight... ... Bye bye."

With that, mommy hung up the phone with a sigh before slowly getting up and making her way over to the corner to visit Luke who was already expecting her. She didn't say anything at first, choosing instead to loom behind him ominously and block all light to his little corner. Luke trembled in her shadow, knowing he'd disobeyed again.

He wanted to run, but there was no way he'd get past her now. Besides, it's not like he had anywhere to run to, not at this time of night while wearing a shit-filled diaper. All he could do was stand there, crying like a little girl as he waited for mommy to finally break the silence.

"I'm not surprised," said mommy, her voice dripping with superiority. "This is why I keep you in diapers. I knew you had a weak backbone and an even weaker bladder. Now we can add a weak little sphincter to the list. I suppose I'll have to pack plenty of rubber panties when we have to go visit your family this summer. Isn't that right, sweet-ums?"

"Yegsh Ummmmy," said Luke, nearly choking on the mouthful of soap suds and drool that he'd been holding in his muzzle. It was hard to speak with his mouth so full, but he could tell she wanted to hear him grovel, and he'd do anything to appease her now.

"Good pup," she said. "Now turn around so I can get a look at you."

He obeyed without question, rotating slowly to ensure he didn't leak any down his leg. He made the mistake of looking up at her face and seeing the disappointed look in her eye, which made him feel even smaller and more pathetic. Despite all that shame, he felt his little prick stiffening up inside his diaper again for reasons he didn't fully understand. He hoped mommy wouldn't notice, but her eyes were drawn right to it.

"Looks like someone's really enjoying their messy diaper," she said, smirking at the pathetically small bulge in the front of his droopy, discolored diaper, before moving her eyes upward as she continued to tease her crying husband. "Aw, and look at your shirt. You got your baby drool all over it. Looks like I need to keep you in a bib from now on. Maybe we can go out tomorrow and pick you out something nice and frilly. Y'know, something to match your pink and purple princess diapers."

"Esh MmMmmy," said Luke, even more garbled that last time as he lowered his head in shame, allowing even more soapy drool to run down his chin and onto his shirt.

"Oh my, what a good little pup I have, so submissive and obedient," said mommy, as condescendingly as possible as she grabbed her tot-sized husband under the arms and lifted him up. "But you're still not getting a change before dinner."

With that, she carried him over to his high chair over by the dining table and plopped him right down on the hard plastic seat. She hummed merrily as she buckled the straps across his waist and crotch without a second thought about how Luke might feel about sitting in his own putrid mess.

As expected, he immediately grimaced, feeling the soft, swampy stool in his diaper press up against his hairless backside. Though, the quagmire wouldn't stay contained to the back of his diaper for long, and quickly spread in all directions. Not just up the back of his diaper, but also into the front, drowning his smoothly shaven dick and balls in gooey feces. He couldn't help but pout and sulk, forced to sit in a pile of his own filth as his mommy slid the plastic tray in place in front of him, making it clear he wouldn't be getting down anytime soon.

"Now you can just sit here and think about your bratty behavior while I finish up dinner," said mommy, yanking the chewed-up bar of soap from Luke's mouth before continuing to lecture him. "Just remember this the next time you think about talking back to me. This is the kind of tough-love you can expect each and every time you sass me, so learn quick or you're going to end up with one hell of a diaper rash."

Luke watched helplessly as mommy turned and walked away, leaving him to stew in his sickeningly unpleasant diaper while she finished up dinner. She strained some pasta, took her steak out of the broiler, and tossed herself a small salad, adding a few finishing touches before bringing it all over to the table. Though, before she could sit down to eat, she had to whip up something for her stinky little baby of a husband.

He certainly didn't deserve any of her fine cooking. If he wanted to act like a toddler, then she'd feed him like one. To start with, a hotdog microwaved to perfection and cut into pieces. Then she threw some cooked carrots into the food processor to make a nice big helping of pureed carrots, to which she added a generous triple-dose of cod liver oil. Finally, a baby bottle full of orange-flavored pedialyte, complete with a little rubber nipple.

Luke didn't look nearly as impressed with his meal when she brought it over and set it on his tray, but that didn't bother her one bit. She just poured herself another glass of wine, took her seat, and began to dig into the sumptuous meal she'd prepared. Though, after taking one bite, she had to stop and gloat.

"Mmm, this steak is cooked perfectly," she said, glancing up at her emasculated husband to see the hungry look in his eyes. "Would you like some real meat to go with your hotdog?"

Luke hesitated to answer, knowing it was an obvious trick. No way she'd actually give him any. She just wanted the satisfaction of turning him down and teasing him. Still, he figured it was best to be honest and tell her what she wanted to hear.

"Yes mommy, may I please have some steak?" he asked, careful to be polite and not raise his voice too much. However, mommy's answer was written all over her face before he even got the question out.

"Sorry, not going to happen, princess," said mommy, turning him down gleefully, just as expected. "I'm putting you on a diet of bland baby food for the next week to see if that doesn't fix some of the tummy troubles that have been making you so cranky recently. You seem a bit backed-up judging by the load you left for me in your diapers, but don't worry. Mommy is going to make your stools nice and soft, just like a real baby. Now eat up. You're not getting down off that seat until you finish every bite."

Luke wanted to cry as he heard the bad news. He looked down at the pale hotdog on his plate and the lumpy orange mush in his bowl and hoped it was all an elaborate threat to scare him into obedience. He was so put off by his sad-looking meal that he would have preferred to go hungry for the rest of the night. If it weren't for the fact that mommy was glaring at him, he probably wouldn't wouldn't have been able to take a bite.

He started by picking up a small piece of hotdog and popping it into his mouth. Unfortunately, all he could taste was the soapy residue in his mouth. Still, with mommy looking on, he knew he had to chew and swallow like a good boy. Once the first bite was down, he started sucking on his bottle, hoping to rinse the awful taste out of his mouth.

The orange flavor of the pedialyte tasted terrible when combined with the burning, chemical taste of the soap. It was all he could do to get it down his throat before he started drooling out the corners of his frowning lips. He let it wash over his tongue but it hardly seemed to help, and it didn't do much to help all the soap chunks that were lodged in his teeth. Still, after downing about half-a-bottle he was able to taste some of the sweetness in his luke-warm orange beverage.

By this time, mommy had turned her attention back to her own meal, hacking away at her steak until there was barely any left. The pasta came next, and some more wine. The more she ate, the less the room smelled of delicious food. There was no more garlic to hide the aroma of Luke's soiled diaper, but she didn't let it ruin her meal. If anything, it enhanced the experience knowing how much worse it must have been for her poor hubby.

Indeed, she was right. He couldn't smell anything other than the fetid stench of his overflowing diaper as he ate his undercooked hotdog with his fingers like a preschooler. He had been stopping to drink every few bites to wash his mouth out, but there was still a strong, unmistakable soapy aftertaste. Nonetheless, he eventually managed to finish his skinny little hotdog. It was squishy, bland, and didn't even come close to filling him up. However, he was even less enthusiastic about the big bowl of mushed carrots next to his plate.

He picked up the child-friendly plastic spoon next to his bowl and scooped out a big bite of pureed carrots. He didn't stop to think about the sickening orange color, or the slightly odd smell, he just shoved it into his mouth, hoping to get rid of it quickly. However, his throat rejected the awful-tasting oily mush before he could swallow it down. It tasted half of carrots, and half of whatever _medicine_mommy added to keep him regular. He wasn't sure exactly what it tasted of, but he knew he hated it. Still, he managed to keep it in his mouth and eventually muscled it down.

His eyes watered from the taste, so he reached for his bottle but found it empty. He was only able to get out a few drops, not nearly enough to wash the nauseating taste out of his mouth. There's no way he could eat all of this disgusting slop, but at the same time he knew he had to. Unsure of what to do, he began to whimper and cry, afraid he wasn't ever going to get the diaper change he so-badly needed. Of course, mommy had been paying careful attention between bites and offered some words of encouragement.

"Come on princess. You won't be excused until you finish all your vegetables," she said. "Don't worry about the funny taste, that's just the cod liver oil. It's good stuff to help your tummy feel better so you won't be cranky anymore, you'll get used to the taste eventually."

"I can't mommy. I'm too full to eat anymore," said Luke, hoping she'd be a little reasonable, but mommy wasn't buying it.

"Oh please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I've been cooking meals for you since we got engaged. I know how much you can eat, so dig in and don't bother me again until you finished every bite, or I'm going to come over there and feed it to you myself."

Luke's big fennec ears drooped down and his little prick stiffened up again as mommy scolded him. This is where he would have usually tried whining again to get his way, but he knew he wasn't in any position to push his luck. He desperately needed a diaper change, and he was one strike away from going to bed without one. From what he'd learned today, he had two choices. He could either eat his num-nums like a good boy, or she'd force him to do it by any means necessary, then add another punishment on top that was even worse. Not wanting to suffer anymore tonight, he did the only smart thing and picked his little plastic spoon back up.

He scrunched his face up as he took a second bite. He didn't like it anymore than the first, but he tried a third bite to see if he was building up a tolerance. Nope, still nasty, greasy, and pungent, nothing like what he expected from a bowl of carrots, but he had no choice but to scoop another heaping tablespoon into his mouth whether he liked it or not. At least mommy took notice of his good behavior.

"Such a good boy I have," she said, talking with her mouth full as she chewed her last morsel of food. She washed it down with the last of her wine before taking another swipe at her baby of a husband. "Pups who eat all their veggies grow up big and strong. Maybe if you're lucky, that measly little flap of skin you call a penis will grow into a real cock fit to pleasure a woman. Just imagine, I might even let you put it in me for once."

A brief look of pain flashed across Luke's face as he was cut down savagely for no reason. She was right of course, which only made it hurt more. His tiny babyish genitals were no use to a tall, slender goddess such as his wife. After all, she had tampons in her purse bigger than his hairless little pecker. He had always been self-concious about it while they were dating, but she said it didn't bother her. That she loved his little winky because it was so cute and precious. Well now he knew how she really felt, and it confirmed what he'd always known deep down. He'd never be "man" enough to really be her husband. Rather, he was somewhere between her adopted son and and unwanted stepchild.

His pride as a man had been permanently scarred, but mommy didn't seem to think much of her cruel comments, ignoring him as she cleared the table. He watched as she cleaned up, always the responsible adult in their relationship. He wonder if she still loved him, or if she ever really loved him in the first place. Were all the punishments he'd suffered today an act of love, or just spite? He sat there in his highchair, deep in thought, like he was in his own little world. Meanwhile, back in the real world, mommy had nearly finished doing all of the dishes, which meant Luke was all out of time.

"Alright, you asked for it," she said, placing the last of the silverware into the drying rack before strolling over to the highchair with an impatient look in her eye. "Looks like I'll have to feed you from now on, because you can't even do _that_for yourself anymore."

Mommy reached out without warning and snatched the spoon out of Luke's hand before he even knew what was happening. Then, without another word, she scooped up a spoonful of mush and thrust it toward his face. Without thinking, he instinctively snapped his mouth shut, but that didn't stop her. She pinched his nose shut with her free hand and waited for him to open his mouth for a breath of air. Sure enough, he parted his lips a moment later and she took the opportunity to cram the spoon into his maw.

He wanted to turn his head away, but she maintained a painfully tight grip on his nose that he couldn't shake off. He just had to sit there and take his medicine, whether he wanted to or not. Then, just as quick as the spoon had entered his mouth, it was gone again, leaving a helping of foul-tasting orange moosh in his mouth. He wanted to spit it right back in her face, but fortunately, he didn't act on that impulse, smartly choosing to choke it back and get ready for the next bite.

Though, she hardly waited for him to finish the first bite before she shoveled another hefty dose of puree into her fussy baby's mouth, then another. He could hardly get it down fast enough, and it didn't long before it was oozing out onto his chin and ultimately his t-shirt. Even then, she didn't slow down, impatiently forcing spoonful of spoonful into his perpetually open maw as he gurgled and drooled.

He had to gulp it down as fast as he could to avoid drowning in the revolting concoction, and it never seemed to stop, going on for several more minutes before he finally heard the spoon scrape against the bottom of the bowl. By the time it finally stopped coming, his muzzle was caked with carrot mush, and is belly was close to bursting. The taste of cod liver oil and soap was all that he could taste, and the combo was enough to make him queasy. Still, he was relieved that it was finally over. Though, mommy wasn't ready to let him out of his chair just quite yet.

"This is one for the fridge collection," she said, grinning mischievously as she held her phone up and snapped a picture of the poor humiliated baby slave as he sat captive in his highchair, his face covered in dried food.

"Great, another humiliating photo of me floating around," he thought to himself. Fortunately, he didn't have much time to dwell on that before mommy undid his straps and lifted him right out of his high chair by his armpits. She let his legs dangle in the air as she inspected the spot where he had been seated.

"Oh, you filthy little pup! You leaked all over your highchair. Just another mess for me to clean, I guess." she said, scolding him loudly as though she wanted the whole world to hear. "Looks like your rubber panties aren't just for bedtime anymore, princess. They'll be a permanent fashion accessory from now on, until you can prove that you can keep your poopy inside your Huggies where it belongs."

It was so unfair, Luke thought. The horrid condition of his diaper was all her fault, but he got all the blame. Still, he couldn't do anything about it now. Complaining would only get him into more trouble and she wouldn't listen to him anyway. It's not like he could command any respect in the house, not while being carried through the house like a toddler.

She held him under his arms, keeping him as far out in front of her as possible to avoid the stench as she transported him straight to the bathroom, where she could hopefully strip that horrid diaper off of him without making too much of a revolting mess. She set him down gently, leaving him standing in the middle of the shower as she put on a pair of rubber gloves, letting them snap against her wrists.

She worked quickly, opting to slide the heavy diaper down around his hips rather than wrestling with the tapes. Some of the mess got dragged down the inside of his leg, but it hardly mattered now that he was already in the shower. Once the diaper was down around his ankles, he was ordered to step out of it and mommy immediately threw it into the waste bin.

Her nose wrinkled from the stench. It was even worse now that the diaper was off and she could barely stand to look at him while he was still caked in filth, so she quickly started the water and got to work cleaning him off. She took the showerhead in her hand, which was attached to a long hose, and began to rinse off his filthy nether regions.

Luke let out a gasp as the frigid water came in contact with his nether regions. The shower had only been on for a second and the water was still cold. Nonetheless, he didn't dare cover his sensitive parts from the cool water. He just stood there, shivering and naked, without any complaint. He'd been waiting a long time for this, and he wasn't going to let some chilly water ruin it now.

Fortunately, the water didn't take long to warm up. Soon it was steamy and hot, just how he liked it. It felt great against his bare bottom, which was itchy after a long day in a wet diaper. Though, it felt even better on his naked privates when she told him to turn around. The warm water massaged his tiny dick and balls, getting him rock hard in front of mommy again, much to his embarrassment. However, she didn't seem interested in teasing him this time. Instead, she just smiled at her little hubby as she finished cleaning his diaper area.

Once the filth had been rinsed away, she finished wetting the rest of his body, careful to keep herself far enough away to avoid being splashed. Once he was sopping wet, she turned off the shower and began to rub shampoo into his fur. She started at the top with his head, and moved down from there. Shoulders, back, tummy, arms, legs, she didn't miss a spot, even going so far as to rub a soapy finger around his little tailhole.

Luke was enjoying himself too much to stay mad at his mommy. Feeling her hands all over his body was heavenly, and it reminded him why he fell for her so hard in the first place. The way she pampered him like a baby made him forget about all the punishments and mean things she'd said. He'd totally forgiven her by the time she finished rinsing the shampoo out of his fur.

"Now let's get you dry before you catch a cold" she said, helping him onto the bathmat where she began to pat him dry with a towel.

Next, she brought out the big wooden hairbrush, much to Luke's dismay. He tensed up his little bottom instinctively, trying to ready himself for another harsh spanking, however it never came. Instead, she began to work the tangles out of his fur before finally using her big electric hair dryer to blow any remaining dampness out of his fur. By the time she was done, he was so soft and fluffy that she could help but fawn over her him a bit.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're all clean and fluffy," she said, pinching him on the cheek.

He smiled and blushed as he stook there nakedly in front of his wife. He loved it when mommy called him cute. Those few words were all it took to make Luke melt. Finally, he felt like he was back on mommy's good side, and he did his best to stay cute and loveable as she finished getting him ready for bed.

He didn't even fuss as she put in his eye drops and cleaned his ears, two things usually made him squirm. Fortunately, his good behavior didn't go unnoticed, earning him a smile and playful pat on the butt from his mommy as she picked him up and carried him back to his nursery.

She brought him over to the changing table and laid him on his back before grabbing both his skinny ankles with one hand and lifting his smoothly-shaven bottom up off the padded mat. She slathered his diaper area with rich, creamy lotion, humming a nursery rhyme as she rubbed it into his dry skin, causing Luke to shudder with pleasure. Though, as with all good things, it eventually had to come to an end.

Once the lotion had been completely absorbed, she slid a fresh diaper under his butt and set him down on top of it. Next came a thick layer of baby powder courtesy of the powder puff. Finally, she closed the diaper up, pushing his unruly little erection up toward his belly and pinning it in place as she taped the diaper on nice and snug. She held the tapes in place for a few seconds to give the adhesive time to bond, ensuring they'd stay in place for the rest of the night. For extra security, she slid a pair of pink rubber panties up over his diaper before finally helping him into a pair of cute purple pajamas. Now he was finally ready for bed.

Though, she didn't take him straight to his crib yet. Instead, she took a seat in the nearby rocking chair and set her pint-sized husband on her lap. She didn't waste time with words, remaining silent as she opened up the front of her blouse to expose her perfect breasts, which were barely contained in a sexy red brassiere. A moment later, she pulled her bra up, letting her plump mammories spill out from under their lacy prison.

They were full and voluptuous, bobbing back and forth above Luke's head as she positioned him across her lap, putting her big, strong hand on his back to prop up his little body. She could see his mouth watering already as she guided his furry little muzzle toward her soft, inviting teat.

He latched on immediately and began to suckle like a hungry pup, pressing his lips to her round, black areola and sucking her whole nipple into his mouth. It felt bumpy and firm as he ran his tongue all around it, which meant he was doing a good job. This was the only way she allowed him to stimulate her, so he always did his best to make it a pleasurable experience for her, using his tongue to massage, tickle, and run circles around her nipple.

Even as the milk started to flow, he kept teasing her with his tongue, stopping only to swallow down the sweet, warm liquid every few seconds. She rarely spoke while he was nursing, but he could tell she was enjoying herself by the way she hummed softly each time she exhaled a breath. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she was reaching for one of her trusty little toys to finish the job.

She used her freehand to reach into the nearby nightstand, fishing around blindly for a moment before pulling out a small golden bullet-vibe from the drawer. It was about the size of an egg, but it had plenty of power, humming loudly as she turned it on at full strength. Though, the loud humming was muffled as she stuffed it down the front of her pants, allowing her tight jeans to hold the vibe against her clit as she finished nursing her sissy little husband.

With the vibe in place, her hands were free to reposition Luke to the opposite side of her lap, giving him a chance at her other tit which had yet to get any attention. He wasted no time, using all of his usual techniques in the pursuit of pleasuring mommy, hoping that he might help push her toward orgasm. After a few more minutes, and many more mouthfuls of milk, it finally came.

Luke felt mommy's body tense up beneath him. He looked up to find her with her eyes closed, biting her lower lip. She let out a long, but barely-audible groan, riding the wave of pleasure as long as she could before reaching down her pants to pull the powerful vibe away from her overly-sensitive clit. Though, she wasn't finished with it yet.

She took the egg-shaped toy in her palm and pressed it down over the front of Luke's diaper. He reacted immediately, letting out a grateful little moan as he felt the vibrator rubbing up and down across his rock-hard erection. The pounding vibrations were plenty strong, even through the thick padding of his diaper, and he knew he wouldn't last long. His body was twitching with pleasure, but he still kept his lips locked around her nipple, suckling continuously as he built toward his own orgasm.

"Mommy, I'm gonna... " he said, finally releasing mommy's teat as he came into his diaper. He could feel his hot, sticky, semen spreading across the front of his diaper. He'd been pent-up and horny from all his degrading punishments today, so it was a huge relief to finally have his little balls drained. Such a huge relief that he could barely had strength left to hold his head up.

"All finished?" asked mommy, looking down at Luke with a warm smile.

"Uh huh, thank you mommy," he replied, pressing his body against hers, trying to cozy-up as much as possible.

"Don't get too comfy now," she said. "I'm putting you to bed a little early tonight so I can get ready. I'm meeting up with the girls at the club tonight, so I have to look good."

"Aw, but I wanna sleep in your bed tonight," said Luke, his ears drooping a bit.

"Sorry baby, but it's the crib for you tonight," she replied. "I want to know that you're safe in your crib while I'm out with the girls, but I promise I'll check on you when I come home, okay?"

Luke made a pouty face as he was carried over to the crib, but he didn't press the issue. He knew better than to whine and complain after what mommy had put him through today. He stayed silent, putting up no resistance as she lifted him up over the tall, wooden bars and set him down gently in the crib which would be his prison for the next sixteen hours or so.

Luke wasn't looking forward to going to bed at seven in the evening. He wasn't even tired. Luckily, he had his gameboy under his pillow, so at least he could stay up late playing Pokemon once his mommy left him alone for the night. However, mommy quickly spotted the colorful hand-held device as she was fluffing his pillow.

"Oh, no, no, no, we can't have this," said mommy, seizing the gameboy and stuffing it safely away into one of her pockets.

"But mommy... " whimpered Luke, unable to hide his disappointment as his plan for the night went up in smoke.

"Do not start with me, young man," she said, quickly cutting him off in a tone that made it clear she wasn't in the mood to argue. "You'll get it back in a week along with your Nintendo controllers and that's final. You're lucky I don't just throw them out after the attitude you showed me today, but consider this your final warning. Your entire video game collection is going straight into the trash if you ever talk to me like that again, and that's a promise."

Luke's opened his mouth like he wanted to speak, but smartly stopped himself before he could make sound. He shut his mouth without saying a single word, but tears were already welling-up in his eyes, making It looking as though he might start bawling at any moment. However, mommy was able to distract him before the water works could start.

"Though, I suppose I can allow one hour of cartoons to help you fall asleep," she said, "but I don't want to hear any complaints or you're not getting anything."

It wasn't what Luke wanted, but he was in no position to argue. An hour of TV was better than nothing, and he didn't want to talk his way out of it by griping. At least he'd have something to do, because he certainly wasn't tired yet.

"Can I watch one of my 'Land Before Time' tapes?" he asked, sheepishly.

"I don't have time to go looking for that now," she replied, picking up the remote control from the nightstand. "You'll just have to make do with whatever is already in there."

She powered on the TV/VCR combo and hit play. Immediately, an episode of "Princess Pony" started up, much to Luke's chagrine. It wasn't his least favorite show, but it was bit too girly for him, and for some reason mommy had been putting it on a lot. She'd even started buying him Princess Pony toys and clothes, which embarrassed him to no end. Still, it was way better than lying awake in the dark with nothing to do, and the soothing music helped him get to sleep.

"There you go, you're favorite," said mommy, setting the sleep timer on the TV for sixty minutes before returning the remote to the nightstand, well out baby's reach. Then, she leaned over the crib bars one more time to check on her pup and say her final goodnight. "Remember, I'm going to be out late tonight, but I promise to check on you when I get back. I'll even drop the remote in your crib so you can watch your cute little poney video again in the morning since I'll probably be sleeping late tomorrow. Now I have to go get ready. You be a good little boy and sleep tight, okay hun?"

"Okay, mommy. I love you," he said softly, laying his cheek down on his pillow and peering through the crib bars at the small TV that sat atop the dresser opposite his crib. As images of dancing ponies flashed across the screen, he felt secure in the fact that his wife still cared for him. Even though she'd been rough on him earlier, the tenderness she'd shown at bedtime was enough to convince him that she still truly loved him, somewhere deep down inside.

"Aw, I have such a sweet little pup," said mommy, smiling softly as she blew him a kiss, pleased at how well his training was going. Without another word, she flicked off the lights and strolled out of the room, locking the door behind her as she left the nursery in total darkness other than the light from the TV.

Finally, she could get ready to go out in peace. She had to take a quick shower to get the stink of dirty diapers and baby powder off of her. Then she had to blow dry, brush her teeth, do her makeup, and get dressed, all while watching the clock. She was already getting a late start thanks to her needy little hubby, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about him for the rest of the night. After everything she'd put him through today, he'd think twice about giving her any problems in the future.

She was molding him into the perfect husband for her to mooch off. He was small and submissive, easy to control, both emotionally and physically if need be. She'd already taken control of his wallet and his toys, and she'd be taking control of his little balls next. She was going to get him so pussy-whipped that he wouldn't _dare_stand up to her ever again, then she'd be able to move onto the next phase of her plan.

Luke had plenty of money, but he could never truly satisfy all her needs She needed a real man for that, and she had plenty to choose from at the clubs she frequented. She already had her eye on a few strapping young lads, and she was just about ready to reel one in. Once she finishing breaking Luke's will completely, she'd be able to do whatever she wanted without question. Even if that meant bringing home other men to give her what her husband's tiny pecker couldn't.

She grinned wickedly as she stripped down and stepped into the shower, imagining the look on Luke's face when she brought home a stud for the first time. Though that was a plan for another night. For now, all she had to worry about was being fabulous and getting to the club before her friends had a chance to claim all the finest-looking men for themselves. She'd gotten a new outfit for the occasion and didn't want it to go to waste. After all, she might even meet "Mr. Right" before the night was over.