Chapter 1View OnlineNaughty, Naughty FleurChapter 1“Are you sure you’ll be fine by yourself tonight?” Fleur glanced up from the book she was reading, rolling her eyes as Fancy Pants. “You can be such a worrier somedays.” “How can I not worry?” He replied, flashing her a beaming smile. “When I have such a beautiful mare to call my own?” Fleur tittered at the praise, a hint of a blush forming on her cheeks as she bookmarked her spot in her book and set it down on the table. Walking over to the stallion, she battered her eyelashes at him as she said, “I’m a grown mare, I’ll be fine home by myself while you head off to your usual get-together with your friends. It’s not like this’ll be our first time apart, and you deserve some time to enjoy yourself.” “But—“ Fancy Pants was silenced by a hoof pressed against his lips, followed by a quick kiss to his cheek that sent his heart all aflutter. “I’ll be fine, I promise. Now you should probably get going if you don’t want to be late.” Turning around, Fleur teasing him with a flick of her tail against his chin. “I’ll still be here when you get back.” Fancy Pants seemed to finally relax as he made a slow walk towards the door. As he opened it, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment and said, “Have a nice night.: Oh, I intend to, Fleur kept to herself as she waved good bye to Fancy Pants. Once she heard the door lock behind him, she walked back towards the couch and scooped back up her book to continue reading. Except that Fleur wasn’t interested in reading now, frequently glancing up at the clock as the minutes slowly ticked away, threatening to cause her to bubble over with excitement. After ten agonizingly long minutes, long enough that she figured Fancy Pants wasn’t coming back, she tossed her book onto the couch as she leapt off and pounded up the stairs. All the maids had gone home for the night, so Fleur’s hooves sounded like a stampede inside the empty house as she raced towards her and Fancy’s bedroom. Throwing open the doors, Fleur headed directly for her closet and looked inside. A wall of dresses and high-end clothing lay before her, but Fleur cared only for what lay behind all that, shoving the rod aside to reveal a locked chest, hidden in the back of her closet. Fleur knew that Fancy Pants wasn’t a pony who liked to snoop into other pony’s business, it was one of the many reason she adored him afterall, so she knew it was safe to keep it there. And even if he did stumble upon it, he couldn’t open it thanks to the magical lock that was attuned to her, and only her, magical signature. Lighting up her horn, Fleur dipped her head and tapped her her against the chest, smiling at the sound of a lock clicking open. Licking her lips in anticipation, Fleur lifted the lid open and revealed the treasure trove hidden inside. Reaching into the chest, Fleur pulled out a folded plastic square, the plastic crinkling as she brought it up to her nose and took a whiff. She moaned as the smell filled her nostrils, before unfolding the item to reveal what could only be a very large, and very thick diaper, large enough to fit a grown mare like herself. Setting the diaper down in the middle of the floor, Fleur made a quick trip into the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of foal powder from beneath the sink. Giggling with excitement, Fleur returned to the folded diaper and wiggled her bottom onto the plastic garment, sighing as her plot sunk into the padding. Threading her tail through the hole in the back, Fleur leaned back as she levitated the bottle of foal powder and sprinkled a generous helping over her mare hood. Once she was satisfied, she set the bottle back down before pulling the front up nice and tight and taping it place. Giggling as she got back to her hooves, Fleur strolled around the room with elegance of a model walking down the runaway, the sheer thickness of the diaper giving her a pronounced waddle. Stopping infant of her full-sized mirror, Fleur admired her diapered rear. “Mmm, mmm, don’t you look amazing, girl!” As she admired her reflection, she could already feel a slight tingle forming between her legs. No, that’s for later… Having planned for tonight, Fleur exited the bedroom and head downstairs towards the kitchen, unafraid of her diapered state being seen thanks to the thick curtains drawn across every window. Making her way into the kitchen, Fleur settled on making herself a simple bowl of oatmeal, making sure to add in a special ingredient to the mix to ensure some fun later. After several minutes, Fleur carried the bowl of warm oatmeal over to the table and settled down to eat. Sometime later, Fleur laid back in her seat as she patted her now full belly. She couldn’t eat another bite, but there was still a good amount of oatmeal left in her bowl. Initially, Fleur considered just throwing it out, when a mischievous idea wormed its way into her head. Pushing the bowl closer and closer to the edge of the table, Fleur giggled as she gave it one final push and sent the bowl tumbling off the table and slamming onto the ground with a thunderous crash. Fleur smiled as she admired her hoofwork. The bowl was still intact thanks to being such high quality, but the oatmeal had splattered all over the floor and walls, leaving a gooey mess behind. In her head, Fleur imagined a tall figure towering over her, their mouth creased with anger. Fleur! Bad Fleur! Look at the mess you’ve made! Fleur simply stuck out her tongue at the imaginary figure, looking quite pleased with herself. Now you’ve done it! You know the rules: bad fillies who waste food get ten smacks! Hopping down from her seat, Fleur imagined being dragged along by her hoof as she walked back upstairs. As she ascended the steps, she felt her belly churn and let out a loud grumble that made her smile. The laxatives I added seem to be working just like I planned… Walking back into the bedroom, Fleur returned to the chest and pulled out a pair of items: a ballgag and a large wooden paddle, perfect for disciplining a misbehaving filly like herself. Now you stay right there! The imaginary figure commanded. I’ll be right back. But Fleur had no intention of standing still, instead prancing happily around the room as her stomach grumble more and more with each bounce. Fleur gasped slightly as she felt her stomach begin to churn, indicating that the time had finally come. Showtime. With the same mischievous grin on her face as before, Fleur raised her diapered behind in the air and began to push, grunting as she felt the laxatives work their magic. In her fantasy, she pictured the stallion returning to the room just in time to hear her grunt loudly, looking at her with a harried expression on their face as they realized what was about to happen.. Fleur, are you… stop that right now! But Fleur couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, and she most certainly did not want to stop. Her tail flagged up as her sphincter fully relaxed and let loose a stream of fresh manure into the seat of Fleur’s diaper. Fleur was in utter heaven as she felt herself let go, the tingling in her loins only growing more intense. Just when it seemed like the diaper wouldn’t be able to handle the mudslide of manure the flow finally stopped, leaving Fleur standing in sagging, very messy diaper. To further add to her already building excitement, Fleur plopped her butt down onto the ground and smushed the mess against her coat, loving every minute of it as the imaginary stallion demanded she stop. Eventually, Fleur finally stopped smushing her used diaper as she stood back up on wobbling legs, lifting up the paddle and ballgag in her magic. “I’ve been a veeerrry naughty pony…” she teased seductively as she wiggled her sagging diaper at the imaginary stallion. “… and I need to be punished…” “You certainly do, my dear.” Fleur’s heart skipped a beat as a familiar voice made itself known, the paddle and gag dropping to the floor as her magic cut out. Praying that she was wrong, Fleur slowly turned around to find Fancy Pants standing in the doorway, his face a neutral mask as she realized with horror that he would have been able to have see everything from where he was standing. “Fancy! … Why… How… I can… this… this isn’t what it looks like!” Fleur cried out as she desperately tried to think of something she could say to get her out of this moment. “Really?” Fancy Pants replied, his face showing no emotion as he took a step into the room. “Because from where I’m standing it’s exactly what it looks like.” Fleur wanted nothing more than for a hole to open up and swallow her whole, it would have been better than what she was sure was about to happen. Fancy Pants would know doubt tell her just how disgusted he was and kick her out, but not before making sure everypony in Canterlot… no, in Equestria knew just how much of a disgusting and disturbed pony she was! Her career and her life would be ruined, and she’d end up along and forgotten on the streets of Canterlot like the trash she was! “Fancy Pants, I—Mpphh!” Fleur was unprepared when she felt the ballgag pop into her mouth, the straps reaching across her face and locking closed against her neck to ensure she couldn’t take it out. What… Fleur mumbled behind the gag. “It’s just like you said,” Fancy Pants suddenly said, Fleur’s eye widening when she saw he was carrying the paddle next to him in his magic. “You’ve been a veeerrry naughty filly and you need to be punished.” Fleur was left stunned as Fancy Pants slowly walked around her, making sure to wave the paddle in front of his face as he stopped behind her, giving him a perfect view of her sagging diaper. “I think ten smacks should be enough, don’t you?” Is… is this for real? Fleur wondered, unable to fully grasp that her fantasy was actually about to happen. Is he really going to— Fleur was unprepared for the first spank, moaning behind her gag as she felt the paddle smack against her diaper with a loud whap! “That’s one…” Before she had barely had time to register the first hit, the paddle came down again on her behind, causing her to moan even louder as her sex cried out for release. “Oh no! Naughty fillies aren’t allowed to finish until their punishment is done!” Fancy Pants commanded. “You better hold it in, or I’ll add even more smacks to the count!’ In no position to refuse, Fleur weakly nodded her head as she tried to hold it in. Again and again the paddle came down on her rear, smushing the mess into her coat even more as her legs wiggled like jelly beneath her. By the eighth hit, Fleur’s front hooves proved unable to support her as she flopped down onto the floor, her diapered plot still raised in the air. “That’s eight. Almost done…” Fleur barely heard him as her mind became muddled with ecstasy, pushed to the very edge as the ninth spank resounded against her diaper. “That’s nine. Just one more and then you can let go…” With a mighty swing, the paddle came down onto Fleur’s behind like a bolt of lightning from the sky, finally pushing Fleur over the edge as she exploded into her diapers, her lustful moans muffled by the gag in her mouth. After several moments, Fleur was finally spent as she panted for breath. “There. Such a good girl you’ve been, taking your punishment like you should.” Walking back around the now exhausted Fleur, Fancy Pants smiled warmly as he leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Now, I suspect you should be more than capable of cleaning up by yourself, am I right?” Still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, Fleur weakly nodded. “Good! I’m going to retire to the guest room for tonight, busy day tomorrow. We’ll discuss this more in the morning, just remember…” Leaning down, Fancy Pants kissed her again on the forehead before whispering into her ear, “Daddy loves you.” Fleur could do nothing but lay there as Fancy Pants left the room, her mind still rattled from what had just transpired. After several minutes, Fleur was finally able to work up the strength to get back on her hooves and waddle into the bathroom. Undoing the tapes, her diaper fell to the ground with a loud thud as Fleur worked to wrap the diaper up in itself and dispose of it before hopping into the shower. As the warm water poured over her body, Fleur’s mind was a flurry of thoughts, most them bad. Still, Fancy Pants had seemed fine with it if he was willing to participate, so that was good sign, right? After washing away all evidence of her diapered night, Fleur dried herself off and returned to the kitchen to clean up the spilled oatmeal and put the bowl in the sink to be washed later. Now starting to feel how utterly fatigued she was, Fleur dragged herself back to the bedroom and flopped onto the bed without even bothering to climb under the covers and was fast asleep seconds later.
Chapter 2View OnlineNaughty, Naughty FleurChapter 2A beam of morning sunlight shone through the window, dancing across Fleur’s face and causing the unicorn mare to stir from her sleep as the light pierced her eyelids. Grumbling, Fleur yawned as she stretched herself out across the bed, sitting up to rub the sleep from her eyes. Still half asleep, Fleur moved on autopilot as she rolled out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready for the day. As she walked into the bathroom, her eyes fell on the waist bin in the corner, and the tightly wrapped remains of a very used diaper yet to be thrown out. Fleur was jolted awake as the events of last night came flooding back to her. Her diapered fun, her messy “accident”, Fancy Pants standing in the doorway… and spanking her until she orgasmed into her messy diaper… Just thinking about it made Fleur blush from excitement. It… it really happened… Standing frozen in the bathroom doorway, she remembered what Fancy Pants had said to her: Daddy loves you. Somehow repeating that simple phrase to herself managed to help Fleur calm down enough to not have a panic attack right then and there. Walking up to the mirror, Fleur did her best to look presentable, washing her face, brushing her mane and tail, and putting on a tiny bit of makeup before she was satisfied with herself. Walking to the doors of the bedroom and poking her head out, Fleur called out, “Fancy Pants?” After getting no response, she tiptoed out into the hall and began a slow descent down the stairs. As she reached the main floor, her ears perked up at the sound of someone in the kitchen, followed by the sweet smells of eggs and hay bacon. Drawn by the delicious smells, Fleur entered the kitchen to find Fancy Pants standing in front of the stove. “Fancy?” “Ah, morning, Fleur!” Fancy Pants greeted as he walked over to her and gave her a quick nuzzle. “You’re just in time, breakfast will be ready in just a minute so please take a seat and I’ll be with you soon.” Fleur was at a loss for words, dumbfounded at how casual Fancy Pants was being after what he had seen last night. “A-about last night…” Fleur stuttered, but was stopped when Fancy Pants pressed a hoof to her lips. “Ah, ah, ah… there’ll be plenty of time to talk about that after breakfast. You must be hungry after your long nap, after-all…” Her stomach betrayed her by letting out a loud growl, prompting Fleur to blush as she wordlessly trotted over to the table and sat down. She didn’t have to wait long before a plate was slid over to her, loaded high with scrambled eggs, hash browns, and hay bacon. Levitating his own plate next to him, Fancy Pants took a seat as well as he set the plate down. “Well, as they say in Prance, Bon Appetit.” The two ate in relative silence save for the sound of cutlery scratching against their plates. Fleur always enjoyed when Fancy Pants cooked. Despite being a noble, he preferred to do daily tasks like cooking and cleaning by himself rather than delegate them to maids and servants, something that most other nobles frequently scoffed at him for. But Fancy Pants never believe he was above doing things like a “normal pony”, which was yet another thing that Fleur absolutely adored about him. It also helped that he was a fine good cook, not the best obviously, but Fleur could never complain after eating the food he made. Eventually the pair finally finished eating, sitting back in silence as both waited for the other to speak. Just when the silence was moments from becoming suffocating, Fancy Pants finally spoke, letting out a sigh as he propped his hooves up on the table. “So… you’ve been keeping secrets from me, haven’t you?” Fleur refused to meet Fancy Pant’s eyes, too ashamed to look him in the face. “Y…yes…” She squeaked out, rubbing a hoof against her foreleg. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you but… I can’t imagine how disgusted with me you must be… walking in to find me like… like… that…” “On the contrary, my dear…” Fancy Pants interjected. “Last night was actually not the first time I saw you being such a very naughty filly.” “Wha… what?” Fleur asked in disbelief. When could he have… “It was several weeks ago, you see,” Fancy Pants began, “And I was on my way to my usual meeting with some of my friends, when it occurred to me that I had forgotten something back home. Despite knowing that it would take me far too long to go back and get it, I decided to retrace my steps and soon returned to our little abode. It is here that I do admit to being a tad naughty of my own, peeking in the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of my dearly beloved… and what a sight it was. “Naturally you can imagine my surprise upon looking in to find you, the very apple of my eye, my darling Fleur, happily prancing around the house in what was very clearly an imitation of a foal’s diaper. A very used diaper I might add, begging for an imaginary pony to “punish you” and all that.” Fleur wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground right then and there, her normal cream coat turning bright red with ever passing moment. “As I watched you more and more,” Fancy Pants continued, “I found myself become that much more mystified… while at the same time becoming more and more turned on by what I was seeing.” Snapping up to finally look over at Fancy Pants, Fleur’s mouth hanging open at the sight of the smile across the stallions muzzle. “Wha… what?” “Indeed, for that was my reaction as well. After a bit of research and much thought, I think I may have figured out why the sight of you in such a way aroused me as it did.” Leaning back in his chair, Fancy Pants looked Fleur straight in the eyes. “You’ve always been a very commanding and in charge mare, something that I’ve always adored you for. However, seeing you like that, in a much more ’submissive’ role awakened something inside me, a strange yet not unwanted desire to take charge and be in control like you are. I could never bring myself to command you do something with that much authority without feeling guilty of myself, but if you were willing to try…” Pausing, Fancy Pants reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a rolled up scroll, sliding it across the table towards Fleur. “What’s this?” She asked as she picked up the scroll in her magic. “A contract, if you will. While I know neither of us would want this to ever become public, consider this a written agreement between us regarding a little… experiment I wish to attempt. Take your time and let me know what you think.” Unfurling the scroll, Fleur began to read, her eyes widening at what was written before her. This document will serve as a formal agreement between the parties of Fancy Pants and Fleur De Lis regarding a personal and secretive matter. By signing this agreement, both parties agree to the following conditions: 1. While at home, Fancy Pants will be in charge. During this, Fleur will refer to him only as “Daddy”. 2. While free to dress however she wishes out in public, while at home, Fleur will be diapered at all times. 3. While diapered, Fleur will not be allowed to use the washroom for the purpose of relieving herself. 4. Should she be in need of having her diaper changed for any reason, Fleur is forbidden from touching our removing her own diapers, and must ask Fancy Pants to do so for her. 5. Failure to adhere to these rules will result in punishment befitting Fancy Pant’s digression. 6. Should Fancy Pants command Fleur to do something she is not comfortable with doing, it is Fleur’s right to use a previously agreed upon “Safe Word” to render all previous rules of this agreement null and void until such a time she agrees to re-engage in this agreement. 7. Fleur will never be shamed or punished for using the previously agreed upon “Safe Word” at any time. Fleur’s blush only grew brighter as she read further and further, her heart fluttering in her chest as she imagined all her wildest fantasies becoming a reality. After reading the scroll a second time, Fleur cleared her throat as she said, “Well, this is certainly a … thorough agreement, I will say.” “I wanted to cover as much as I could. Is it to your liking?” “Hmm…” Setting the scroll down, Fleur crossed her hooves as she considered the agreement. “Let me see if I understand this correctly. If I sign this agreement, I will thus be putting you completely in charge of our relationship, correct?” “Yes,” Fancy Pants said with a nod. “During this time, while we are at home and away from the public, I will be required to wear d-diapers at all times, and must use them for their intended purposes. Furthermore, I will be unable to remove them if I so desire and must inquire for you to do so. Failure to adhere to these rules will result in me being punished like the naughty filly I am, correct?” “Y-yes.” “Then, at any point during these events, I will be allowed to use a ‘Safe Word’ to immediately nullify these rules, am I right?” Another nod from Fancy Pants. “I would feel terrible if I knew I made you do something you weren’t comfortable with, especially if I accidentally hurt you in the process.” “Hmm…” Fleur tapped a hoof against her chin for a moment in thought. “Coconut.” “I’m… sorry?” “That will be my safe word, Coconut.” “But… but you dislike coconuts.” “Exactly.” The proverbial lightbulb went off above Fancy Pant’s head. “Ah, I see. Do you have any more questions?” “Just one… do you have a quill I could use?” Smiling, Fancy Pants left the room briefly to retrieve a quill and inkwell, setting them on the table between them. With graceful strokes, Fleur signed her name on the line at the bottom of the document, followed by Fancy Pants signing his name right below hers. With the document now signed, Fleur climbed down from her seat and trotted over to give Fancy Pants a quick kiss on the lips. ‘I love you, Daddy.” “I love you too, my adorable little filly. Now…” Licking his lips, Fancy Pants said, “I think a certain filly needs to be put into a fresh diaper before she makes a mess!” Smiling, Fleur followed behind Fancy Pants as they headed upstairs, her tail swishing behind her in anticipation and excitement. Author's Note The inspiration for this story came to me while reading up on BDSM relationships. I have seen some interpretations where the relationship between a Dominant and a Submissive is, frankly, unhealthy, with the Dom acting like the Sub is little more than a toy or object to be used and then discarded. However, I realized that, at it's very core, a Dom/Sub dynamic is rooted in one thing: trust. In a healthy BDSM relationship, both the Dom and Sub can only have fun knowing that the other is enjoying it as well. The Sub trusts that the Dom will only take things as far as they're comfortable with, while the Dom trusts that the Sub will let them know if they go too far or do something the other isn't comfortable with, hence the use of a Safe Word to instantly put a stop to the session. It's also why ignoring a Safe Word when used or shaming a sub for using a Safe Word are two major taboos, since it utterly destroys the trust between you and ruins the very foundation of the relationship.
Chapter 3View OnlineNaughty, Naughty FleurChapter 3With the contract signed, Fleur and Fancy Pants slowly began to explore their new relationship. While out in public, the pair acted no different than they had before, but both knew that every tabloid in Equestria would have an utter field day if they knew what was secretly going on behind closed doors. Humming to herself, Fleur held a feather duster in her mouth as she went about cleaning. Fancy Pants had offered their usual maids the week off with pay for this occasion, so it was no surprise that ever single one of them had taken it. With them gone, Fancy Pants, or rather “Daddy” had given Fleur the job, which was why she was now dressed in a slightly altered maid’s uniform, the short skirt doing nothing to hide the thick diapers she was wearing beneath them. Daddy had even gone to the lengths of double diapering her, the sheer thickness of her diapers forcing her legs apart and reducing her walk to an embarrassed waddled. To add to this, “Daddy” had made it very, very clear that she was to clean the house without making a mess in her clean diapers, or he would be very cross with her. Of course, he had done all this only after they had finished eating a filling dinner, and the slight gurgling in Fleur’s tummy made her suspect that her food had been laced with a certain “special ingredient”. Thus, it had become a race against time as Fleur desperately worked to try and clean the house from top to bottom, making adorable crinkling sounds with each step. It was humiliating, degrading, and frustrating work… and Fleur was loving every single moment of it. Her marehood was desperately crying out for release as she moved from room to room, grunting ever so often as she tried to hold back the inevitable release. Fancy Pants’ study was the final room she needed to clean too, so the finish line was just within her grasp. “Now what do we have here?” Fleur gasped as Fancy Pants suddenly snuck up behind her, almost causing her let go in shock before she quickly clenched her plot to keep from giving in. “I see my little maid has been doing a fine job of cleaning the house…” Fancy Pants said as he approached, “And has my little filly been a good girl today?” He said, pressing hoof deep into her thick diapers to check for himself. “Hmm… All clean. Perhaps I shouldn’t have bothered putting you into such THICK diapers then…” Internally, Fleur was screaming out for release, visions of Fancy Pants taking her over his knee dancing through her head as she tried to focus on the task of cleaning up the room. Another gurgle from her tummy caused her to groan as she tried to cross her legs in another attempt to keep from soiling herself. She was almost done, just a little bit more– “Oh, maid?” Fancy Pants said, causing Fleur to pause for a moment and glance over her shoulder at him, a mischievous grin spread across his face. “I suddenly fancy myself a drink. Go and make me one from the liquor cabinet, would you?” “But…but…” Fleur tried to refuse, but a stern look from Fancy Pants silenced her. “Now, you wouldn’t be thinking about disobeying me, now would you?” Fancy taunted. “Naughty fillies who disobey need to be punished, after-all, and are you a naughty filly?” “N–No, sir…” Fleur replied, dropping her feather duster as she waddled up to Fancy’s liquor cabinet. Each step elicited a wince or a grunt from the mare as she pulled out a bottle of Fancy’s favourite rum. Her hooves were visibly shaking now from all the pent up energy coursing through her body like lightning, but Fleur did her best to keep her hooves steady as she poured the rum into a glass, only almost spilling it twice before she was done. With glass in hoof, Fleur slowly waddled across the room to where Fancy Pants was waiting for her in his comfy chair. “He–Here you are, Si–Sir.” “Ah, thank you.” Taking the glass from her, he began to swirl the rum inside as he took a small sip. “Good work, maid.” With that done, Fleur turned around to get back to work–“ “Hold it right there.” Fleur froze at the sound of Fancy’s commanding tone, giving him a very clear view of her diapered rear from where she stood. “Y…Yes?” “I might want another drink once this one is finished, so you are to stay right there until I am done enjoying my drink. Only then can you return to cleaning, is that clear?” Fleur bit her lip, her body shaking all over as her resolve edged closer and closer to its limits. She could do this, she was a good filly! And so, Fleur remained as still as she could as Fancy took more and more sips of his drink, drawing out the process as much as he could. The clock on the wall slowly ticked along, each tick sounding like a hammer striking an anvil over and over again to Fleur as she desperately tried to hold back what was obviously a losing battle. Seconds felt like hours to Fleur as excitement coursed through her, her stomach making it very clear that it had waited long enough and wasn’t going to wait any longer. Even still Fleur tried to her best to hold on a long as she could. She lasted maybe two more seconds before all hell broke loose. “Nooooooo…” Fleur moaned as her tail raised up and a messy landslide filled her diapers, causing the already thick diapers to inflate outward as they tried to contain the mess swiftly filling every nook and cranny of padding. It felt like an eternity before she was finally done, her diaper having expanded to almost double its size as the smell of her accident wafter through the air. Fleur’s face was bright red at the sheer embarrassment of what she had just done, knowing how obvious it was what she had just done and the consequences that would come of it. “Oh? Did somepony have an accident?” Climbing down from his chair, Fancy Pants strolled up to Fleur and pressed a hoof deep into her diapers, smooshing the mess around as Fleur moaned in pleasure. “I thought I told you to clean the house without making a mess of your diapers, and what do you do instead? You prove to me just how much of a naughty filly you truly are.” Shaking his head, Fancy Pants made for the door. “Stay right there, while Daddy goes to get your paddle. Somepony is in need of some discipline.” In mere moments, Fancy Pants returned with the wooden paddle held aloft in his magic, the sight of it causing Fleur’s still building pleasure to reach a feverish pitch as he walked around her and positioned himself directly behind her sagging, diapered behind. “I believe fifteen smacks should teach you not to disobey Daddy. And remember: no finishing until Daddy has finished spanking you.” Fif–Fifteen!? Fleur didn’t think she could handle even one spank in her current state, but could do nothing as Fancy Pants pulled back the paddle and swung it down onto her plot, her mess filled diapers softening the blow while also pushing the mess around even more. Again and again, Fancy Pants delivered one smack after another to Fleur’s plot, driving her even wilder with each hit. “And here’s fifteen! Now tell me what you are!” Fancy Pants declaring, reeling back like a major league batter as he delivered the final hit with a resounding “SMACK!” With that, Fleur positively exploded into her diapers, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue flopping out of her mouth as she cried out in pure orgasmic ecstasy, “I’M A NAUGHTY FILLY!” Wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her body as she filled her diapers with her juices, pushing them to their absolute limits as they threatened to leak and stain the carpet with her messes. Somehow, above all odds, her diapers miraculously held as Fleur flopped onto her belly, panting as she rolled over onto her back and gazed up at the ceiling, still lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm. You couldn’t tell by looking at him, but Fancy Pants was also being driven wild by the sight of Fleur lying their in her thoroughly used diapers, wanting nothing more but to join her in blissful ecstasy. However, that would have to wait just a bit longer, as Fancy Pants still had a job to do first. “There, that’s a good filly. Now, does my baby want Daddy to change her into a fresh diaper? Does she?” Still reeling from it all, Fleur could do nothing but nod her head. “Wonderful. One moment…” Walking over to one of the nearby cabinets, Fancy Pants opened it to reveal a freshly stocked diaper bag, prepared for this very occasion. Pulling it out, Fancy Pants walked back over to Fleur and began to pull everything her would need for a diaper change, including a fresh diaper, powder, wipes, and even a bright pink pacifier that he popped into Fleur’s mouth, smiling as she began to suckle the paci. While she was distracted by her pacifier, Fancy Pants worked to change Fleur out her messy diapers and into s fresh one, taking great care in cleaning her up before sliding a fresh diaper underneath her, adding a fresh layer of powder, and taping her securely up into it. “There, all clean. Now… Just one more thing…” Picking up her balled up diapers in his magic, Fancy Pants levitated it over to Fleur’s face, giving her a clear view of just what she’d done. “Once you’ve thrown this out for Daddy, he has a special reward for his naughty little filly…” Smiling, Fleur was helped up by Fancy Pants as she used her magic to take the used diapers from him. Strolling over to the door, she made sure to give him a clear view of her freshly diapered plot as she wiggled it suggestively before walking towards their bedroom, an eager Fancy Pants trotting in toe behind her. Much sex was had that night, and it was glorious. Author's Note Mission: Try and push as many buttons as possible. Mission Successful?
