Spring Training Ch. 01
by egwhitcomb

Newly married couple explore their kinks at a ball game.

3 Stories
BEEP BEEP BEEP

Erica's alarm goes off for the sixth time. Her hands flail blindly around in the sheets, digging to find her offending phone. She finds it under Steve's pillow and groans until the trilling sounds finally stop. Her body relaxes back into the soft mattress in the loft of the little rental they'd booked for the week. The sounds and smells of her husband cooking bacon was finally enough to rouse her from her sleep.

A week, a whole week away with Steve. Erica rolls over one more time in bed, shaking off their travel the day prior. She'd been looking forward to this for months now. Not for the baseball though, that was Steve's thing. No, Erica was ready for a whole week of relaxing in the sun, sipping endless margaritas while her husband nerded out over baseball.

She loved Steve so very deeply, but she could not care less about baseball. He watched every single day, April through October. If he couldn't watch, it was on the radio. She didn't dislike it, but its persistence in her household now that they were married sometimes made her feel like the third wheel. But when he brought up going to Spring Training in an attempt to prove that "the games are better live," she surprised him by saying yes. She agreed; she does like going out with him, maybe in the end she would find something to enjoy about the sport. But all Erica really thought about was the warm desert sunshine after a cold, dreary winter in the Pacific Northwest.

She grumbles, sitting up in the big bed, stretching her arms high before wiping the sleep from her eyes. Steve's big shirt hangs off one shoulder while she brushes her long brown hair from her face. Steve always teased that she slept "violently," and her bedhead right now doesn't do anything to fight those allegations. Her calendar notifications light up her phone and her eyes take a moment to focus.

"Ugh, today's the day..."

Her phone vibrantly exclaimed "DADDY DAY" on the home screen. A soft shiver goes up Erica's body. Steve had changed it from the less cringy "Steve's Day," her code word for the days she'd agreed to indulge in her and Steve's kinks. Before they got married, they both confessed their particular interests over a private dinner. Erica had always liked how Steve took control in the bedroom and Steve loved how passionate his wife was in the bedroom, but neither person was prepared just how willing the other was to take it further.

For Erica's part, growing up as the responsible eldest sister meant she wanted to explore all the ways she could give up that responsibility through kink. Letting others choose what she wore, what she did, excited her to her very core. Her secret blog was filled with fantasies of shame and humiliation, her dreams of letting go of all the expectations that she, quite honestly, put on herself day in and day out.

That's where Steve came in. That night, her then-fiance introduced her to the world of adult babies. To be honest, she had to work really hard not to laugh when he told her about it! Adults, dressing as babies, wearing and actually wetting diapers? It was just so silly! It wasn't until he explained the power dynamics and showed her just how cute the diaper girls were that she started to connect the dots. But she was hesitant, and Steve was so patient. That's how "Daddy Days" started.

"Well, let's get this over with." Erica sighs, smiling a little despite herself. Standing up, she pulls off her baggy shirt, exposing her small, tight body. Standing just below five feet tall, she had to fight all her life to be respected by her peers and mentors. Her small stature made it hard to be taken seriously, but that didn't mean she hated having a much taller husband to take care of things for her. Stripping off her panties and grabbing a thick towel, she walks into the ensuite and turns on the shower, letting it get nice and hot. She steps into the steaming water to finally get ready for their first day in Phoenix.

In the kitchen, Steve puts the hot bacon on some paper towels to let the grease drip. He hears the sound of Erica's shower start and smiles. He's been planning this particular Daddy Day for weeks. He plates the eggs and sliced fruit and pours the coffee. The breakfast-in-bed tray is ready, just like him.

He made sure to start slow with Erica. It's always been easy for him to overwhelm his previous partners with his enthusiasm for diapers. He knew Erica would grow to love them, but her stubbornness and independence meant it had to be on her own accord. She agreed that once a month, she'd submit to him, however he wanted. He agreed that she was allowed to be as bratty and argue back as much as she wanted, so long as she safe-worded any time she was really uncomfortable, but otherwise gave in eventually.

The tug-of-war dynamic they settled on meant he started small, with easy things that she couldn't argue much about. That meant cute dresses and ribbons in her hair in exchange for a nice date on the river too. He loved the blush that rose from her cheeks when he started requiring her to call him Daddy, but made sure she got the shopping trip of a lifetime out of it. It took nearly an hour of bratty arguing to get her in her first pair of pullups, a disagreement that led to the best spanking session either of them had experienced.

Today was even bigger than that. He'd fantasized for months about all the little outfits his adorable wife would look best in. The next step in Erica's diaper training all hinged on today going perfectly at Spring Training. Steve adjusts his stylish slacks. Just the thought of what he had in store made his wife's "special bottle" swell in his pants. Setting the crispy bacon on the plate, he throws a placemat over his shoulder and carries the food up the spiral staircase to the upper loft.

Erica is still in the shower. Steve smiles. His wife loved taking long showers and gave him plenty of time to set everything up. He fixes the sheets; they were always so tangled after Erica was done twisting them in her sleep all night. The breakfast platter sits on the now pristine bed, coffee steaming like the air coming from the bathroom.

Steve checks himself in the mirror. He always woke up before Erica. He'd gone for a run, showered, and made breakfast while his night owl wife slept in. It was a cherished part of their newlywed routine. He adjusts the blue polo he picked for the day. It had the logo for the Motown Monarchs, his favorite baseball team. He looked every part the adult, responsible man who had finally earned enough in his career to treat himself and his wife to a relaxing vacation and support his favorite team. A perfect contrast for his wife's outfit, which he then pulled out from a suitcase he kept away from Erica.

Piece after piece, he lays out the clothes. His heart starts to race as he adjusts his pants again. This is exactly what Erica needs to finally accept her own desires. Steve knew his wife well and knew she needed to let go more than anyone else he'd ever met. Her being willing to indulge in his fantasies only made it easier for him to help her be her truest self.

He gets everything set up just in time for the water in the shower to turn off. Steve takes a deep breath and takes a seat on a chair next to the bed, facing the door where Erica will emerge from. He sips his coffee, tapping his foot eagerly to get the day started.

Erica puts her hair up in a towel and wraps another around her slim figure. Looking at herself in the mirror, she braces herself. Undoubtedly Steve has that stupid, eager grin across his face already. She shakes her head, smiling again. As much as she pushed back against her continuing regression on Daddy Days, there was no denying the exciting flutter rising in her tummy. She loved this. Even if Steve made her wear a diaper again, she had begun to live for the crazy highs her own humiliation brought. She finally makes the move, reaching to open the door and rejoin her husband.

"Hey honey, I made you breakfast!" Steve's low, usually steady voice has an air of eagerness Erica didn't usually hear, but recognized immediately. She sees him first, sitting casually, sipping his coffee, looking so relaxed and confident and can't help but swoon head over heels for him again. The early thrills of their young marriage showed no signs of letting up any time soon.

"Oh Steve, you didn't have to do that!" This part was well practiced by now, a happy routine sharing her gratitude for him making her food. Her mama always told her to find a man that could cook, and boy was she right! Her girl dinners of grapes and cheese were nothing compared to the elaborate meals Steve threw together. Grabbing a strip of bacon first, Erica takes a bite, winking at her husband while pulling up the towel to reveal her soft upper thighs.

She can't help but giggle, leaping out of his swinging grasp just in time. She decided in the shower she'd try to distract Steve from the embarrassing clothes he'd hidden from her thus far. If she can just get through whatever he's got planned today, she was promised a worry-free week otherwise. She felt confident, sipping her coffee before really looking at the piles on the bed.

"Steve... I mean, Daddy..." Erica blushes a little. She never would have thought herself the type of girl to call a man that, but somehow Steve brought something out in her she didn't even know she had. His dumb smile spreading across her face told her the answer before she could even ask the question.

"You aren't seriously going to make me wear that, are you?"