Caught Almost - A Missing Scene from Babysitter Blackmail

Caught Almost A Missing Scene from Babysitter Blackmail

It was a Thursday evening—not one of their scheduled nights, but Sebastian had texted that afternoon with an urgent message: Come tonight. 6 p.m. Wear the pink dress, thick diaper, pigtails. Important.

Kendall had rearranged her study group without hesitation. Two weeks into the correction period, she’d learned that when Daddy used that tone, she obeyed.

Now she stood in his foyer at exactly 6:00, the thick overnight diaper crinkling audibly under the short pink sundress. Her pigtails were tied with white ribbons, pacifier charm glinting at her throat.

Sebastian greeted her with a deep kiss, hand immediately sliding under her dress to check.

“Dry. Good girl.” He pulled her inside, closed the door. “I need you tonight, baby. Hard day. Just want my Little girl close.”

Kendall melted. “Yes, Daddy.”

He carried her straight to the living room—no basement tonight. The couch was arranged with blankets and pillows, a bottle warming on the side table, her favorite stuffed bear waiting.

“We’re staying up here,” he said, settling into the corner of the couch and pulling her into his lap. “Daddy just wants to hold you.”

She curled against him, head on his chest, diaper crinkling as she adjusted. He pulled a soft blanket over them both, then offered the bottle.

“Drink for me.”

Kendall took it eagerly, suckling as he rocked her gently. His hand stroked her back, the other resting possessively on her diapered bottom. The TV played softly—some nature documentary neither was watching.

This was her favorite kind of session: no punishment, no protocol. Just being small and held.

Halfway through the bottle, she felt the familiar pressure building. She shifted slightly.

“Daddy… I need to go.”

Sebastian’s hand pressed the diaper front, checking. “Then go, baby. That’s what it’s for.”

Kendall bit her lip. It still felt strange—wetting deliberately, not from desperation. But she relaxed, let go. The warmth spread through the diaper, swelling it immediately.

Sebastian felt it, of course. His hand stayed there, pressing gently.

“Good girl. Such a good baby, using your diaper for Daddy.”

She finished the bottle, pacifier replacing it. Sebastian adjusted her in his lap—straddling now, diapered bottom pressed against him, dress riding up.

His hands slid to her thighs, stroking slowly.

“My perfect Little girl,” he murmured. “So wet for Daddy. Should we—”

The doorbell rang.

They both froze.

Sebastian’s eyes went sharp, alert. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

The doorbell rang again. Then a knock—loud, insistent.

“Sebastian? You home? It’s Mark!”

Kendall’s heart stopped. Mark—Sebastian’s business partner. She’d met him once at a company dinner months ago.

Sebastian’s jaw tightened. He looked down at her: diapered, pigtailed, pacifier in mouth, clearly regressed.

“Shit,” he whispered.

Another knock. “I can see your car! I know you’re there. Need to grab those revised plans—client meeting moved to tomorrow morning!”

Sebastian moved fast. He pulled the pacifier from her mouth, unclipped it, shoved it under a couch cushion.

“Stand up. Quick.”

Kendall scrambled off his lap. The diaper was so swollen it forced her thighs apart, visible bulk under the short dress.

“Upstairs. Guest bathroom. Lock the door. Don’t come out until I text you.”

“But Daddy—”

“Now, Kendall.”

His Dom voice. She obeyed, waddling as quietly as possible toward the stairs. The diaper crinkled with every step—so loud in the quiet house.

“Sebastian! Come on, man!”

She made it to the landing just as Sebastian opened the front door.

“Mark—sorry, was in the shower. What’s going on?”

Kendall pressed herself against the upstairs hallway wall, listening.

“Shower at 6 p.m.?” Mark laughed. “You okay?”

“Long day. Come in—plans are in my office.”

Footsteps entering. Kendall’s pulse hammered. The guest bathroom was right there—five steps. She moved carefully, each crinkle of the diaper making her wince.

She reached the door, slipped inside, locked it.

Then she heard it.

“Hey, is someone else here?” Mark’s voice, curious. “I thought I heard—”

“Just the TV,” Sebastian said smoothly. “Left it on. Office is this way.”

Their footsteps moved deeper into the house.

Kendall sank onto the closed toilet lid, shaking. The wet diaper squished beneath her. She was still in full Little mode—pigtails, short dress, obviously regressed if anyone saw her.

Downstairs, muffled voices. Mark’s laughter. Sebastian’s calm responses.

Minutes crawled by.

Then Sebastian’s voice, louder: “Yeah, the living room’s a mess—had my niece over earlier. Kids, you know?”

Niece. The cover story.

“No problem. I’ve got what I need. Thanks, man.”

More footsteps. The front door opening.

“See you tomorrow. Sorry to interrupt your evening.”

“No worries. Drive safe.”

The door closed.

Silence.

Kendall waited, barely breathing.

Her phone buzzed: Stay there. He’s still in the driveway.

She waited.

Another text: He’s gone. Come down slowly.

Kendall unlocked the bathroom, crept to the stairs. Sebastian stood at the bottom, looking up at her with an expression she’d never seen—relief mixed with something fierce.

“Come here, baby.”

She descended carefully, the soaked diaper crinkling with every step.

At the bottom, Sebastian pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly she gasped.

“You did perfectly,” he whispered against her hair. “So good. So quiet. My brave little girl.”

Kendall burst into tears—stress, fear, relief all crashing together.

He carried her straight to the basement nursery, laid her on the changing table.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He untaped the soaked diaper slowly, cleaned her with warm wipes, powdered her generously. His hands were shaking slightly—the only sign he’d been rattled.

“That was close,” he said quietly, taping a fresh diaper snugly. “Too close.”

“I’m sorry—”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who called you over on an off night.” He helped her sit up, cupped her face. “But you handled it perfectly. Listened. Obeyed. Stayed hidden.”

She nodded, still tearful.

Sebastian dressed her in a soft onesie—comfort, not play. Then he carried her to the rocking chair, held her close.

“We need better protocols,” he said. “For emergencies. Safe places you can hide. Better cover stories.”

“The niece thing was smart.”

“Not smart enough. If he’d come upstairs…” Sebastian’s arms tightened. “If he’d seen you like this…”

“But he didn’t.”

“No.” Sebastian kissed her forehead. “Because my Little girl is smart and quick and perfect.”

They sat in silence for long minutes, his hand stroking her back.

Finally, Kendall whispered, “I was scared.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

“But also…” She bit her lip. “Kind of excited? The risk?”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “You like the danger.”

She nodded shyly.

He stood, carried her to the adult crib, laid her down gently. But instead of raising the side, he climbed in with her—curling around her small form, protective.

“The risk is real,” he said quietly. “If anyone finds out… your reputation. Mine. Mia finding out before we’re ready.”

“I know.”

“But you trust me to keep you safe?”

“Yes, Daddy. Always.”

He pulled her closer, hand resting on her diapered bottom.

“Then we’ll be more careful. Smarter. Because I’m not giving you up. Not for anything.”

Kendall nuzzled his chest. “I don’t want to be given up.”

They fell asleep like that—in the oversized crib, her diapered and small, him wrapped protectively around her.

The near-miss had been terrifying.

But it had also proven something neither had doubted but needed confirmed:

They would protect this. At all costs.

Because what they had—this dynamic, this surrender, this love—was worth any risk.

And Kendall knew, lying safe in Daddy’s arms, that she would follow him anywhere.

Even into danger.

As long as he held her like this when it was over.