For hubbys daytime nap I always took the bars down from his crib. I wanted to give him a tiny sense of freedom, give him an hour or two each day of life outside of his prison. He always slept soundly during his naps, his Pampers swelling as he wet himself without even thinking. Id come in and watch him, see him move around in his diapers, hear them crinkle, and remember the arrogant SOB who was my husband for six years. Sometimes Id walk over and gently rub his diapered bum. Id then think about the secretaries he fucked and it sometimes still disturbs me and I make a note in my journal to give him an extra 20 spanks on his post-afternoon nap. I never tell him the reason, just deliver the wallops.
At 6 p.m when its bedtime, hes enclosed in his crib of course. Bars on all the sides, securing him for the next 14 hours. He still cries sometimes, especially if he hears me in the bedroom with one of my gentlemen callers. But more often Ill hear him rolling around his crib, trying to hump himself through his Pampers, even with his cage on his cock, as he hears mommy being fucked by his former friends and coworkers. Its a sound that brings me pleasure, just like the image of my 33-year-old all-American husband being sissified, diapered and emasculated for his daytime nap.