In the darkness, Aimee laid awake feeling pressure on her bladder and a wetness between her tan legs. She had the whole king-size bed to herself because her fiancé, Clark, had gone a business trip. However, it wasn't as fun as Aimee thought it would be. She was being punished for cumming without permission a few nights ago so that meant no playing with herself or any of her toys. Her instructions were not to cum while Clark was away.
Aimee had been finding this very difficult all night and now she really had to pee. As she got out of the bed and started heading towards the bathroom, she had an idea. If she couldn't cum, that didn't mean she couldn't pee. Aimee always loved to be bad, but she had never thought about getting off by peeing somewhere she wasn't supposed to. She looked around the room and decided the nice, big bed was the best place to pee! All her life, even merging into her early twenties, Aimee has had a bed wetting problem. But peeing in the bed on purpose sounded fun to her. Aimee didn't even bother removing her pajama bottoms or panties. She let her bladder loose in the middle of the mattress, feeling a rush of sweet relief as hot pee streamed down her legs. It soaked her favorite pink pajamas and made her pussy wet with more than just pee. Sweet relief rushed over Aimee as the last few drops fell from her body. Finally exhausted, Aimee went to bed on the wet sheets and in soaking pajamas. She loved it.
The next morning, Clark made an unexpected arrival home. He was early. He walked into their bedroom to greet Aimee with a good morning kiss, she always was a late sleeper anyway. But as Clark opened the door, the stench of pee filled his nose. He marched over to Aimee on the bed and woke her up by gently stroking her dark brown hair away from her face.
"What is this, honey?" Clark asked calmly, but firm.
"I-I had to go. . . I'm sorry Daddy," Aimee stammered.
"I am very tired of you wetting the bed. If you want to act like a dirty little baby, then I will treat you as one. I'm going to the store to get some supplies for a new punishment. While I am gone, clean up your mess, Little Girl."
"Yes, Sir," was all Aimee could think to say.
When Clark arrived home an hour later, Aimee greeted him with a kiss and another apology. However, Clark just pulled out of the bags what he wanted to use in Aimee's next punishment. He first pulled out a paddle and Aimee gulped. Then came some baby powder, a pacifier, and finally a few packages of diapers. Aimee was starting to understand.
