Page 42 of Hiding From Laughter

That got a giggle out of him, thankfully,and he poked at the front of the diaper as he sat back on his knees. “Wet mightnot be good for rubs, though.”

Well, according to some informative blogsand videos I’d found there was some debate about that, but Ashton seemed toprefer a dry diaper for wiggles, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. Losingcontrol seemed to be his interest and not the actual wet diaper, so I focusedon getting him clean again. “Then rewards?”

That had him scrambling to his feet,shaking his head and sucking harder on the binkie. “Is your patience all gone?”

Enthusiastic nods made me laugh. “Hmm…I’llthink about that.”

Ashton pouted dramatically around thebinkie and whined, pressing himself against me and aiming puppy dog eyes in mydirection. “Oh…you can’t cheat like that…you look too cute.”

He loved that and his dramatics got evenmore adorable as he rubbed his cheek against my shoulder.

“You’re using cute whines against me.” Andit was definitely working. “Okay. Close your eyes. No peeking.”

Standing straighter, Ashton put his mitt-coveredhands over his eyes and did a happy wiggle, only making one soft frustratedsound when he remembered his wet diaper. “That’s my good boy.”

Hurrying into the kitchen, I grabbed thebag I’d hidden and got back to the living room before he’d run out of patience.“Look at you. Good boy.”

Mostly.

There seemed to be an eye peeking outbetween his fingers, but I’d switched the bags around and all he could see wasa plastic one from the grocery store. Still, I was careful and kept it to myside and mostly out of sight as I took his hand. “Okay. You can look now, butyou have to be patient until I get you in the tub. Then I’ll show you the firstreward I have for you tonight.”

Using his diaper and not worrying about itdefinitely earned him another and I wasn’t going to let him forget that part.

Good boys got good rewards.

Reinforcing that over and over was thefirst step in exploring his little side…and we’d move to the second once headmitted he had a little side. For the time being, rewards were at the front ofhis mind and he made me laugh as he tried to peek around me.

“Nooo…” Dragging it out, I shook myhead when he tried aiming wide eyes at me again. “Nope. Bathtub first.”

I needed to get him out of that diaperbefore it fucked with his headspace.

He was still very focused on getting whathe wanted, though, so he squeezed my hand and waddled us faster through thehouse and upstairs. Just rattling the bag occasionally was all it took to keephim focused and ignoring the full diaper between his legs.

I knew myself well enough to understandthat I loved it because it showed just how much control he’d given me, but Idid my best not to draw attention to it. If he wanted me to tell him howfucking adorable it was and how much my Dom side loved it, we could have thatconversation when he was big and curious.

He’d eventually ask, but it seemed like wewere going to push that off for a while.

At the moment, all his attention was on thetub and his bribe, so I kept our conversation steered in that direction.“Bubbles. I got strawberry ones with bunnies on it but they come in lots of scents,so we’ll have to pick out a few more.”

Something about that got a giggle from himbut he nodded along enthusiastically as he dragged us into the bathroom. “Youlike that idea, huh, or is my shopping for it funny?”

He released my hand, bouncing around thebathroom as he giggled. “Yeah, I like shopping for my sweet boy.”

And he liked getting presents so it wasperfect.

“I’m going to have fun picking out lotsmore bubbles and toys.” The mention of toys had his eyes going wide and helooked like a hunter in a cartoon. “What are you doing?”

Hunting.

As I turned on the water, he pretended tolook behind the toilet and under the towels, he even frowned as he made a slowcircle around me. “Nope. I don’t have them. But I can show you where they are.”

He could’ve found them too but that wasn’tthe game, so I slowly lead him over to the sink and opened the middle cabinetthat had always been empty.

It was no longer empty.

Ashton gave a happy bounce and dove for thegoodies as he saw the basket full of zoo toys and a big bottle of bubble bath.His wiggle made me smile but his scrunched-up face had laughter spilling outagain. “You’re right. Time to get naked.”

After looking at the toys…his incredulousface made that abundantly clear.

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