Burping Baby

She said I was being 'fussy'. I think I was just horny but she doesn't see it that way. There is only one solution to when I get fussy and that is to 'burp her baby'.

I'm just a regular guy, I guess. Nothing special. I'm a little on the short side, not muscular, not skinny, not fat. Just normal. No one would call me an alpha male and I don't have a lot of interesting friends but I do have a pretty OK job and I like video games.

She's more successful than I am and she's pretty too. She has a big group of friends, a social life, and she's pretty athletic. What is most interesting about her is that she doesn't want to have children at least not with me. She seems to like babies and children but says that she just has too much going on already.

We sometimes have sex but it is always when she wants to which isn't very often. It makes me frustrated having such a pretty and sexy woman around all the time and her not being interested. She doesn't wear much around the house except for lingerie or other skimpy clothes. And she masturbates loudly and even right in front of me but if I approach her like I'd like to join in, she usually turns me away.

It makes me so horny and I start to get grumpy. She will just say that I'm being fussy. "Are you all backed up? Does my little baby need to be burped?" There is no answer that works better than any other. I've tried them all but if she is asking the question, the answer is that it will happen.

I have to get ready which means that I need to "go make pee-pees and poop-poos," and take "my bath". What this really means is, yes, go take care of business and get clean but also make sure I'm completely shaved as best I can from my eyebrows on down. She wants me to look like a "newborn baby" and I'll get in trouble if I'm not hairless. 

Then I'm supposed to put on my "jammers" and go to "my room". My pajamas are boy pajamas that she found in a very large--let's say "husky"--size. They are covered in trains but she calls them "choo-choos" and I have to too. And "my room" is probably why we rented this house. It is a small room that the previous owners had decorated appropriately for their little boy who was only five when they moved out. She found some second-hand furniture like a nursing rocker, twin bed, changing table, and child's dresser. The only thing that is out of place is the plain straight back chair. The changing table is stocked with baby-powder, wipes, and a stack of cloth diapers. It is mostly all for show.

For her part, she goes to her "mommy" room (our bedroom) and changes into a dress right out of the 50s that would have made June Cleaver jealous. It is modest and proper with an ornate faux apron even. But underneath, I know that she never wears panties.

I always have to wait in "my room" before she strides in looking maternal but very put together. "Oh, look at my big boy looking so handsome in his choo-choo jammers!" she will coo when she walks in. There is some irony to that statement because even though the pajamas "fit" they don't fit well and my erection obscenely tents out the front and has sometimes slipped out the opening. The tops fit worse than the bottoms. Even though I'm not particularly muscular, my shoulders are far too broad to fit into children's clothing no matter how "husky" the child is. Doesn't matter, my pajamas don't stay on for long anyway.

"I know you love your jammers but I can't burp my wittle baby if you are wearing them. Let me help you take them off." She sits on the out-of-place chair, and beacons me close. The undressing really gets her motor running. I just endure as she helps me first peel off the top while poking fun at my belly: "oh, look at that little belly! So cute! My wittle baby with his wittle belly-belly." I'm terribly ticklish so when just literally pokes me, I giggle in spite of myself.

She keeps treating me like a baby even when she pulls down my bottoms. She is always very careful to not catch my erection in my waist band and then melodramatically admires my genitals. "Oh look what a big boy you are becoming!" she will exclaim when my parts come into view. As she pulls my pajamas down to the floor, her face will be tantalizingly close to my erection. Sometimes it looks like she might even kiss it but it never happens.

After I've stepped out of my 'jammers, she will spend a minute cooing and gushing over my parts. This is the only time she touches me but she never touches me the right way. She will stroke the top side of my penis or gently cup my testicles but she never touches the underside or the tip. "My baby's pee-pee is all swollen. I bet this is so uncomfortable. That must be why you've been fussy. Oh, and your little baby purse looks so full; like it's about to pop! Poor baby. That must be so uncomfortable!

"Still, even if it is a little uncomfortable, you can't get so fussy. That is very naughty, little boy."

This makes me nervous. When she says that I'm not just fussy but actually naughty, that is sometimes a sign that she has more in mind. Sometimes she puts in my "binky" which isn't a pacifier for my mouth but actually one of several butt plugs that are hiding alongside a bottle of lube just out of sight. Or it might just mean that the spanking is going to be harder than normal (which will make it harder for me to "burp") or maybe just go on for longer after I make.

"OK, be a good boy and get mommy a diapie so her pretty dress doesn't get messy." She likes me to run some errands when I'm naked, aroused, and eager for my release. I'm always so desperate for a little relief that I'll happily take a spanking if that is what it takes. When my time over her lap is close, I'm naked, she's sitting, my penis hard and leaking, and my scrotum is a tight little urgent package, that is when she seems to slow everything down to watch me get nervous.

It doesn't take but a couple seconds for me to turn, walk the step to the changing table, and take one of the soft cloth diapers off the stack. I only ever use the top one or two diapers; the rest are for show. Those top diapers have gotten a lot of use. For the past couple of years, almost all of my ejaculations have been poured into them.

Returning quickly with the diaper, I hand it to her. As she carefully covers her lap where I will get to squirt out my little emission, she asks me, "do you want to hug your teddy bear, today?"

To be honest, I don't really care but I know she wants me to. I whisper a quiet, 'yes' and she waves to the crib just a step away where my teddy sits watching. He's too big for a baby but he is proportionally sized to make me look more baby-like.

"OK, baby, over you go," she says when I return. It is a struggle to climb over while holding my big teddy bear and making sure that my penis rests directly over the diaper. The diapers are for a newborn and it is important that the tip of my penis be right in the middle of the diaper or my stickies will leak out the sides. My testicles usually hang just off the edge of the diaper.

I settle down on her lap and hug my teddy tight like I know she likes me to. Her right hand rest on my bottom and gently caresses me. "Mommy loves you and knows you need to make a little burpy. Mommy is going to give you a little spanky, pat your little boom-boom, and get all the stickies out of your little pee-pee." With that, she started softly patting my bottom. "Can you stay still for, mommy?" I nod.

The pats get a little harder but it feels wonderful. I know that it won't last but this part is just wonderful. I have to use all of my will to keep perfectly still over her lap. My penis tingles maddeningly as her firm thighs covered in the soft diaper provide a soft and warm surrogate vagina. Instead of the warm and wet orifice that most men get to put their penis into, my vagina consist of my own soft belly on one side a dry cotton diaper on the other. The crisp starched cotton of her dress tickles my testicles.

The hand spanking stops abruptly and even though I couldn't see her reach for it, I know she is retrieving the hairbrush. The cool wood taps on my right cheek for just a couple seconds before it disappears to be replaced by a loud crack and a little sting. It doesn't start too hard so I sometimes think that maybe I might even be able to handle the spanking without complaining and crying. This is by her devious design.

The sting builds slowly until finally, I start to make ouchie noises. Then a little kick. Every twitch caresses my penis. "Is little baby ready to make a little burp?"

I don't stay silent but nod vigorously and say, "please, mommy. Yes, mommy."

"Stay still, baby. Not yet, OK? Your boom-boom needs to be bright red first. Mommy knows you need a red bottom to make a big burp."

It all becomes real. I hug my bear, squint my eyes, and try to stay still for mommy. My bottom stings and burns all while my penis throbs and tingles. I want to wiggle and hump but mommy will be mad if I do. It is so frustrating. I can feel the stickies wanting to come out. Something inside of me knows that this is what happens before I get to pump them out.

"Mommy, I need, please mommy, its coming mommy, please," I know what is going to happen and it is one reason why she doesn't like to have sex with me. It doesn't matter if I move or not and I know that she won't ever give me permission. I will be naughty and make before she tells me I can. It happens every time. I try to hold it in but I never can. I always lose control. Always.

The hairbrush does its work on my bottom. I don't think she is in full swing but it stings plenty and I can't help but kick and wiggle a little. Tingles build in my penis and start to spread up my stomach and down my legs. A tear escapes followed by, "mommy, no, I'm sorry, mommeeee. I can't hold it, I can't, mommeeee, please, owie, ugh, no, owie, please, no, its coming out!" I want to rut and hump her lap with abandon but I know from experience that this is a bad idea. For one, I might slip off the little diaper protecting her lap and get squirties on her pretty dress. That will make her very angry and then I'll get another spanking for being very naughty.

I also know that it is better if I can make this moment before it comes out last as long as possible. Once it is out, then it will be just spanking but now there are the happy tingles.

"Please, mommy, can I make?" I beg one last time.

"Just wait, baby. Just a little more," she says spanking me harder. The intensity holds me back just for another second but then it is on me. There is no sound from me as my orgasm washes over me. Semen forces its way out of my urethra in fast hard pumps that seem to start deep inside me. I imagine that if we could see my squirt, it would be a massive fountain but I know that it is probably just oozing out. Still, the thick liquid seems to make my penis vibrate as it all tries to leave my body at the same time. All of my sperm vainly racing to find an egg hidden in the soft cotton of a diaper.

The spanking that was momentarily forgotten comes flooding back and in case she wasn't sure my orgasm came and went, I immediately become the baby she always wanted. My bear held tight in my arms, tears in my eyes, and unintelligible crying escaping my mouth, I devolve into a baby getting a spanking. My penis is forgotten beneath me and quickly shrinks to its smallest state. I am only my two burning jiggling bottom cheeks absorbing her painful love.

She never stops right away. "A little more just to be sure all your stickies are out," she says quietly. She tries to stay in character but her arousal is evident. Even as my erection disappears, my bottom turns bright red, and I cry loudly as I clutch my soft bear, I hear her breathing become a combination of the effort of spanking me and the excitement it is giving her.

It stops abruptly and I am quickly brought to my feet where I shake and wobble on uncertain knees. My hairless tummy is wet with my emissions that the diaper didn't absorb. She tosses the hairbrush aside and gingerly picks up my diaper before handing it to me. She doesn't tell me what I know I am supposed to do with it but first, one last part of the ritual must occur.

Through the fishbowl that is my tear filled eyes I watch her flip her dress up, slouch in the chair, and attack her beautiful sex with both her hands. Moaning drowns out my sniveling as she rapidly approaches an almost violent orgasm.

I have to watch. That is part of it for her. Emasculated, crying, flaccid, with my own ejaculate soaked baby diaper in my hands, I watch this beautiful feminine creature give herself a sexual release that I will never be capable of giving her.

Exhausted from her efforts, she dismisses me with a wave of her hand and I slink out of the room as she soaks in her orgasmic afterglow and the satisfaction of a mother raising a beautiful baby boy.