Page 16 of Trained By His Little

He didn’t hesitate at all. “Daddy’s bed. Always Daddy’s bed.”

Always sounded pretty damn good to me too. “Grab a book and one stuffie, if you’d like, and let’s go.”

After a quick sweep through the house to lock up and turn off the lights, we climbed into my bed. Ollie didn’t wait for an invitation this time, immediately curling against me and taking my nipple deep into his mouth as he settled in for his story. With just the light from my bedside lamp, I read a board book called Daddy Snuggles.

Ollie was done on one side and fast asleep by the time the book ended, so I carefully tucked him against my side and turned off the light, feeling a level of love and contentment that I’d never experienced before.

A few times throughout the night, I woke up to find Ollie rooting around against my chest until he was able to latch on and settle again.

It was truly the best night of my life.

10

OLIVER

I woke up tossing and turning. My whole body felt on edge as I tried to settle. I wiggled in anticipation of latching on to Daddy’s leaking nipples. My thoughts were hazy as I tried to break through my sleepy stupor.

The room was dark, so it was still early.

I should have gone back to sleep.

Even after a few sucks of Daddy’s warm milk, I still couldn't calm down as confusion and panic started to overwhelm me. I quickly unlatched and flopped onto my back, not wanting to wake Daddy with my restless wiggling.

Then my whole body went rigid as I landed in a wet spot on the bed.

My eyes instantly welled with tears when I realized my pajamas were wet as well. Did I pee? Oh no… No. No. No. I couldn't believe it. I was an adult, and adults didn't wet the bed at night.

Today was supposed to be perfect. It was the first morning I got to wake up in Daddy’s arms, and I ruined it.

My body stiffened when I heard Daddy mumble sleepily, “Sweetheart, it's too early. Come snuggle.”

Daddy grabbed my hip to pull me closer, and I jerked away trying to get out of his grasp.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking at me with a worried gaze. “Little one, what's wrong? Wait, you’re wet. Did I leak on you?”

I felt small as my body trembled before heavy sobs tore out of me. “I-I’m s-sorry… Daddy, please don’t h-hate me. It was an accident.”

“Baby, shh. It's okay.” He pulled me closer, rubbing soft and soothing circles on my back as I tried to take slow, steady breaths. “Deep breaths, please. Daddy’s here, little one.”

“I’m s-sorry.” I clenched my eyes shut, unable to look him in the eye.

“What has you so worked up, baby?”

My words were soft as I tried to talk through soft sobs. “I r-ruined everything. Daddy, I-I’m so sorry I wet the bed. I-I don't know what happened. I’ve never?—”

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know this is probably really embarrassing and scary, but I promise I’m not mad.”

I sniffled as he used his hand to cup my face. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have thought about this.”

My eyes widened in shock. Thought about what? This was all my fault. Daddy couldn't have known what I would do.

“I wanted to mention this to you earlier when you said you had to pee more often, but I didn't want to rush you.” He kissed my forehead softly as I nuzzled into his palm. “You drank a lot of milk in your sleep. I usually leak a lot during the night, but every time I started to drip, you were right there to take care of me.”

My face heated. “Oh. I didn't realize I was doing that.”

Daddy softly chuckled. “Thanks to you, I was finally able to get a good night's sleep. And considering how much you drank, I’m honestly not surprised you wet the bed. I was thinking you might like to try wearing diapers when you’re Little.”

I’d thought about diapers before, but I’d never tried them. I knew some Littles who liked to wear them, but without a Daddy to help me, I didn't see the appeal.

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