Jolly rather unceremoniously carries me out of the building and across town back toward my house. All along the way, he holds me with one arm beneath my rear and another around my shoulders. After I see the first person, of which I can only assume will be many, look over me as we pass by quickly, I blush and bury my face into Jolly's shoulder. I can feel a cool breeze hitting the parts of my butt and thighs that are still exposed. They still burn slightly from the spanking, and every so often Jolly shifts my weight and a twang of pain shoots through whichever buttcheek he happens to push on. I hope they aren't still red, but from how it feels I figure I'm showing off my tanned backside to the whole pride. Showing off that and the thick plastic diaper holding fast around my waist. Embarrassment aside, the bobbing up and down of Jolly marching and his arm rubbing against the front of my diaper makes me feel strangely excited like I've only ever felt while cuddling with Humble. My penis fails to harden behind its ring, leaving me feeling awkward and cuddly for the whole trek. I suckle on the binky and hope Jolly doesn't take any detours or stop to talk with anyone.
Thankfully, Jolly wastes no time at all bringing us back to my cottage. With my face mostly buried in Jolly's shoulder, I barely notice the familiar backdrop of cottages across the street from mine. The dry grass of my lawn crunches under Jolly's feet as he crosses to my door.
My ears perk up as I hear the giggling voice of Humble resound from what must be the stoop in front of the door, "Awww, may I hold him?"
Jolly pries me off and turns me around to face Hum. Hum's face is covered in a blush that I can only assume comes close to my own. He beams at me with his arms held out to take me in, examining me from bottom to top. His face goes from cooing and awing at my diaper to a slight frown as he sees my still somber demeanour. Jolly holds me out and says, "Of course."
Humble accepts me into his arms and I return his embrace longingly. My tail swooshes down finally, no longer trying and failing to cover my shame. Hum holds me up with just as much vigor as Jolly despite Jolly's advantage in years and size, placing a soft paw under my behind and another on my back securely. Despite the stinging in my butt, I welcome the return of Humble's excitement as he bounces me slightly. All of the confusing emotions I felt with Jolly bringing me here swell yet again.
Hum leans his face into mine and nuzzles me before kissing me lightly on the cheek. He whispers, "you look amazingly adorable, Mewy."
I feel myself blush all over, and I curl into him, my diaper crinkling and poofing loudly against his paw. I suck harder on my binky and wiggle against him.
"I assume the new arrangements are well on their way." I hear Jolly say as he clicks open the door.
"Yeah… they're in there now," Hum responds before continuing, "name's Humble, by the way."
"Good to finally meet you. Call me Jolly." Jolly says with an almost stern cadence. I can almost hear a frown on his face as he says, "The young prince seemed quite adamant on returning to you as quickly as possible."
Hum shifts me up slightly and holds me tighter, my legs going around his waist and my arms over his shoulders. I hug him back, feeling at least happy to be in his arms again for the time being.
Jolly leads Humble into the cottage and to my room. The whole house smells of fresh, cool baby powder. My room has changed greatly. Across one wall stands a large cupboard, currently opened and being worked on by two strong lions. They wordlessly unpack from boxes many thick diapers of several colors and designs and bottles or tubes of powders or creams, and they organize them all orderly and neatly in the cupboards. In the corner next to the cupboards stands a very tall, baby blue cushioned table that I gaze at for a second before realizing it is probably for changing me. The changing table already has diapers, powder, and rash cream stocked on a shelf under it, and I cringe as I see a big paddle hanging from a hook on the side of it. A big diaper pail sits to the side of it as well. The opposite wall is currently clean and barren, but what looks like a set of finger paints is laid out still prepackaged on a cushioned play mat. The mat itself is a colorful set of interlocking foam puzzle pieces with a big blue blanket, several cushy pillows, and a small stuffed lion wearing a pinned cloth diaper all patiently waiting on it. Next to the mat are several sets of building blocks and even more babyish looking toys like rattles and some sort of crinkly looking cloth letters. And finally, in the center of the room stands a crib big enough to fit probably four of me. The crib itself is a light blue, painted wood with little white designs all over it. Inside is almost a fort of stacked pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
My blush grows to outright awe as I take in the whole room. My mouth droops open slightly and my binky falls out onto the floor.
"Do you like it?" Hum whispers curiously in my ear.
Flustered, I whisper back, "Y-yeah, I think so…"
Hum nuzzles into my cheek, and I look back at him to be met with a big kiss right on my lips. I kiss back for a second, but the knowledge of all the other people in the room makes me blushy. I stop and bury my face into Hum's neck. His arm on my back folds so that his paw is on the back of my head. He bounces me slightly, my butt stinging and only making me retreat further into him, and he coos and giggles into my ear playfully while the men finish their work.
After a few minutes, the two men finally finish unloading all of the baby supplies and say goodbye to Jolly and Hum as I look away bashfully. They head out the door, leaving Hum holding me and talking to Jolly.
Jolly lectures, "The young prince is probably quite worn out after this morning. It would be best to lay him down for a nap while I prepare a meal."
"Do you need a nap, Mew?" Hum asks me, scratching the back of my head.
I look at him and then at Jolly. Jolly looks at me with a face that says that I better need a nap, and I nod my head shyly.
"Good. Why don't you see him to his new crib, Humble?" Jolly commands more than asks, "Perhaps an afternoon nap will be a good thing to have in the young prince's schedule."
I blush, not wanting to even question Jolly, lest he decide I'm due another spanking.
Hum confirms, "I think I'll lay down with this little guy for a bit as well. Make sure he's comfy."
"See to it then." Jolly commands, and he exits the room without another word.
Hum nods and shuts the door. A sudden feeling of privacy rushes through me, and I hug Hum and rub my muzzle against his.
Hum responds, "Hey, you finally seem to be coming out of your shyness today. Feeling okay now that we're alone?"
I nod my head happily, rubbing our faces together. I whisper, "I was worried I wouldn't get to see you today. Jolly said I had to behave or it would take too long and I'd have to stay at the clinic overnight."
"Well, I'm certainly glad it didn't take too long, then." Hum continues, "Want to lay down?"
I squeak, "Yeah- I'm exhausted."
Hum carries me to the crib and slips one side down with a quiet creak. He sets me on the soft, crinkly mattress on my butt. I wince even before he sets me down and my scowl only grows as my butt ignites for a split second as it pushes into the fabric before calming down. I try to snap myself back into a smile, but I can't shake the melancholy hanging in the back of my head. Hum looks over me and frowns ever so slightly when he sees my face. I almost feel embarrassed. Not because I think he's mad or doesn't like something about me, but because he clearly sees how upset I am. I just got my wish granted, but now it sucks. I don't want to tell him that.
I find myself looking over Hum's lean, fit frame. His amazing, golden fur sparkles even in the dim of the room. His muscles are slightly tensed with concern and thought. His small sheath and balls sit between his legs like a Greek statue. I love this guy. He's amazing and cute and handsome and nice. I've never been able to keep a secret from him. I've never even wanted to before. What will he think when I tell him how much this sucked?
Hum walks across the room to the changing table and grabs something out of a drawer before returning to me. He holds up a new pacifier to my mouth, and my negative thoughts waver slightly. I don't hate all of this. I especially don't hate what is happening right now. I feel a small smile cross my face as I accept the binky into my maw.
Hum hops up onto the crib's mattress and sits his butt right next to me. He looks at me wordlessly for a second, then whispers with concern and curiosity, "I can see those tear stains in your fur. Were you crying? Why were you crying?"
His concern hits me like a rhino. My embarrassment melts away to actually feeling sad about my spanking instead of just afraid. My emotions suddenly overwhelm me, and I feel tears instantly form in my eyes again. I reach my hands up to wipe them away but the wetness only smears across my cheeks as more and more tears form. Hum instantly moves in and wraps his arms around me. I gasp and sob, unable to process everything at once. I feel absolutely like a cub.
Through my sobs, I say, "H-he- he spanked meee… reallyyy ha-ha-haaard…" My binky falls out of my mouth and lands on the mattress next to me.
"Oh…" Hum whispers, "I'm sorry."
I can't focus and continue to cry. Everything is too stressful and embarrassing. I just sob and let Humble hold me. He caresses me all over while making sure to keep me wrapped by at least one arm at all times. After a few minutes of nonstop tears, I finally feel my mind start to return to me. I hiccup through my tears and reach for Hum's paw. He laces his fingers in between mine and kisses me lightly on the forehead. I skooch up to him, my diaper crinkling loudly across the mattress, and I press our chests and mouths together. Hum returns the favor and we resume that kiss from earlier. My breath starts to slow and I regain some of my composure as we kiss each other for a few more minutes.
I feel a yawn build in me and then escape wildly. I open my mouth wide as I yawn, and Hum takes the opportunity to kiss me on the tip of my nose. My open mouth turns into a tired, wide smile as I look into his eyes.
Hum pulls me in so that our whole bodies are pressed together. He puts one hand on the top of my diaper and another on the back of my head, and he lays down on his side with me in his arms. We lay into the bed, comfortably pressed into one another, our bodies molded together. His penis, now slightly hard and peaking out of his sheath, presses against the front of my diaper. My own penis starts to push against its confines, but this time it doesn't stop trying to harden despite its futile efforts. My head feels heavy, and I subconsciously start to hump against his crotch.
Hum whispers, "Can I feel it?"
Without any hesitation or worry, I whisper back, "Please."
He slides his paw down between us and places it on the front of my diaper. He feels around, cupping at my sheath slightly through the padding with an audible crinkling. I mewl and hug him tighter.
Through all of these confusing feelings, I try to explain, "There's this little metal ring in my… in my sheath. You can look at it when Jolly takes me out of this if you like…" I put my hand down over top of his. I want to kiss and hug him really bad right now. I lick his cheek lightly and then place my lips against his muzzle.
He whispers curiously, "So- you can't- this doesn't-" He rubs the front of my diaper affectionately. My penis tries and fails to harden even more.
I squirm slightly and whisper, "Eheh- still- still not used to it."
"So should I not-?" 
I interrupt, "Nono! It still feels nice, even if it doesn't-" I pause and stare into his eyes, hoping he'll understand.
"Okay," he whispers, "should I keep going?"
I nod slightly, my mouth rubbing against his face. His other paw lands on my chest and rubs down my belly, finally landing next to his first paw on my diaper front. His first paw throws over my flank and lands on my diaper butt. He pulls on my butt carefully, cuddling me closer to him. I wrap my arms back around him and hug as tight as I can, feeling almost a frustration building in me as he touches me so tenderly but my penis can't respond. As he holds me still against his chest, he rubs lightly against the front and back of my diaper with either hand. I let out a slight giggling whine and mewl into him. The front feels so good, even with how little my penis can expand and how awkward it makes my tummy feel. The back stings ever so slightly, but not enough where he's pushing on it to hurt too much. He lets me hug to him in my wriggling, blushy state for a few minutes as my ears fill with the crinkling of my diaper against his paws.
After several moments of me feeling blissful and okay in his arms, I suddenly feel a much more painful sting on my butt. He's shifted his paw down onto my sit spot so he can pull me closer, but he's pressing right on where Jolly spanked the hardest. He wraps one of his legs over me and tugs me in close, yanking right on the most sensitive part of my rump.
Not expecting the pain in my butt to still be so present, I let out a sudden cry and tears rush to my eyes. Hum stops immediately and his paws stop pressing. He takes a small gulp of air that he must have been holding in his focus on cuddling these last few moments, and he whispers, "Oh, sorry. You okay? I guess your butt's still sore, huh?"
I nod my head, tears forming in my eyes, and I shrivel up further next to him. I'm almost panicking suddenly as I remember the spanking and realize how helpless I feel now.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
I respond shakily, pausing to catch my breath through tears, "I… I didn't think it'd hurt so bad. I'm- I'm regretting this- I- I hate this already-"
"Wait," Humble whispers, and he puts his arms around my shoulders supportively before continuing, "You've wanted this forever. You've dreamed about asking for this since- since years before we even knew each other."
I try to respond, but it takes me several seconds just to cry out, "... I… I thought I- wanted this…"
"What parts of it do you not want?" Hum whispers.
I'm stuck between his question and my own sobbing. I try to whisper back, "I don't know… what I want anymore… I feel so… embarrassed… and… and sad…"
"It's okay to feel sad." Hum comments softly.
I feel like a complete crybaby as I can't make myself stop. I respond, "I thought I'd… get to be happy... with you todaaay…" My head feels woozy on top of how tired I am, and I choke through a yawn as my tears refuse to stop.
Humble holds me as I quake against him. My energy continues to drain and I can't help but shut my eyes. Humble rubs my back soothingly.
"You don't have to feel happy all the time, sweetheart. Sometimes you need to cry, and that's okay."
I bury my face against his chest and continue to bawl. He reaches a hand back across the bed and returns it with my binky. He carefully puts it next to my mouth, and I hesitantly accept it. I suck on it really hard through gasping breaths. 
Hum grabs all of the stuffed animals on the side of the crib and starts to pull them over one after another. He puts them all around my back and over me, letting one layer fall as he builds a new one. I cry and cry for what feels like half an hour, cocooned between Hum's protective arms and the mountain of plushies. I haven't cried this much in years, not since my pet hamster died. I was probably 6 or 7 then, but now I don't even feel that old. Hum cradles and caresses me, cooing and whispering into my ear that everything will be alright.
Once my tears finally stop flowing and I feel like my whole body could fall asleep at any moment, my thoughts start to wander back to how good it feels to just be in Hum's arms. I feel my shellshock subside and replace itself with a comfort and warmth that I originally thought today would be filled with. The thought of the spanking still emerges every so often, but I feel less scared and - maybe - okay as long as I get these cuddles.
Hum lets out a big yawn and runs a paw down my back, pushing apart the sea of stuffed animals on me. I smile at him and kiss his nose as he finishes the yawn. He looks back at me with droopy eyes, and I realize just how emotionally exhausting this must have been for him as well. He moves the paw to my front and cups my diaper, pushing my balls and sheath a little. It again feels really good and a little frustrating as my penis stirs against the ring.
I take a deep breath and start to yawn. Hum yawns with me and rubs my diaper. I want these cuddles and coos and diaper rubs. I want to be in Hum's arms more than anything. Maybe… maybe I can live with this.
I whisper through the binky, squirming against Hum, "M-maybe we give it a few days."
Hum smiles a very tired smile and licks my cheek. He says, half-asleep, "You're so cute... I love you... I love you so much... I'll see what I can do… to make this better..."
I whisper "I wuv youw, too…" back to him as his eyes close and his heart slows. He very quickly falls asleep. I lay in his warm, strong grasp as he quietly purs in his sleep. I look into his closed eyes for a few minutes and just feel content with the moment. Finally, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.
I don't, however. In fact, I whine slightly and my eyes shoot back open in distress as I feel a pang below my stomach. I need to pee. Really bad.