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    • Chapter 11 Bradley’s heart pounded as he stood at the top of the stairs, his face burning with humiliation. His hands desperately tried to cover himself, worrying what Katie would say when she saw him dressed like this. When he reached the bottom step, Katie smirked, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the counter as she leaned against it. Katie was 18 years old as well, a senior in the same grade as Bradley. However she was in the more advanced classes. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her tight-fitting outfit clung to her slender figure, accentuating every curve. Her blonde hair fell in waves, and her sharp green eyes glinted with mischief as she looked him over. “Oh, Bradley,” Katie cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You look adorable. Really, you do!” She grabbed the jar of baby food she had waiting. “Now, let’s get you fed. We don’t want our little guy getting hungry during class.” “Sit down,” she commanded, pulling out the barstool chair. “I heard Mom has a high chair for you on order. But this will have to do for now.” That was the least of Bradley’s worries right now. His stomach churned at the thought of Katie feeding him. She was already smirking as she approached the table with a jar of mushed carrots and a baby spoon in one hand, and a bib in the other. Bradley hated how attractive she was—it only made her cruelty that much harder to bear. “Aww, is baby Bradley hungry?” Katie cooed. She tied the bib around his neck with exaggerated care, making sure it was snug. Bradley looked down and saw the bib read “Mess Maker.“ “Mommy says you need to eat all of this so you can grow up big and strong.” Katie dipped the spoon into the jar and held it up to Bradley’s face. “Open wide baby,” her eyes glinting with mischief. Bradley hesitated, his lips tightening as he turned away. “Come on, don’t be shy. We don't have time for your disobedience,” Katie scolded, waving the spoon in front of his mouth. “It’s just like the food you used to eat when you were a baby. You loved it then, didn’t you?” Bradley’s face burned as he reluctantly opened his mouth, the cold mush sliding into his mouth. It was sickeningly bland, the texture making him want to gag. Katie laughed as she pulled the spoon away, leaving a glob of carrot on his chin. “Oops, I missed,” she said, her voice light and airy. She scooped another spoonful and held it out, this time deliberately smearing it across his cheek. “There we go. Now you look like a real baby.” Bradley’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he didn’t dare protest. He knew better than to fight back—Michelle’s threats were still fresh in his mind. Katie continued feeding him, alternating between stuffing the spoon into his mouth and deliberately missing, making sure his face was covered in the sticky mess. She even paused to snap a picture on her flip phone, the flash blinding him for a moment. “Perfect,” she said, grinning. “I can't wait to show them this one.” Bradley’s heart sank. Who was she showing? he wondered, though he was almost afraid to ask. His classmates? His entire school? The thought made him feel sick. Finally, the jar was empty, and Katie stepped closer, wiping his face lazily with his bib. “All done,” she announced, her tone mockingly cheerful. “Good boy.” Michelle appeared at the foot of the stairs, dressed in her striking work attire. Her heels clicked sharply against the tile as she walked toward them, her expression stern. “Ready for school?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question. She grabbed the diaper bag off the counter and threw it over her shoulder, her expression stern. “Bradley, get your backpack. We’re leaving.” Bradley hesitated, his eyes darting between the door and his new diaper bag. The thought of going to school like this— thickly diapered, messy-faced, and humiliated—was almost too much to bear. “I’m not going.” he stammered, his voice trying to take a stand. Michelle’s eyes narrowed, and she strode right over to him “Excuse me?” Bradley flinched but stood his ground, desperation making him bold. “I-I just… I’m not going to school like this. I’m staying—” Before he could finish, Michelle gripped his wrist tightly. “Not going to school?” she repeated, her voice dangerously stern. “You think you have a choice, mister?” She spun him around, and with her other hand landed swats rapidly from the bottom of his diaper to the backs of his knees. The sharp slap echoed through the kitchen, and Bradley let out a cry of pain as she continued, each strike leaving a stinging red mark on his exposed skin.  Katie watched, her smirk widening as Bradley’s tears began to fall. She couldn't wait for the school day to start. “This is what happens when you are naughty and disobey me,” Michelle hissed, her hand coming down again and again on his thighs. “You think you're a big boy and can make your own decisions? Huh?” “N-No, Mommy!” Bradley sobbed, trying to twist away, but her grip was unrelenting. “I’m sorry! I'm sorry! I’ll be good! I'll go to school!” Michelle finally stopped, her breathing slightly uneven as she glared down at him. “If you disobey me again, the next time I will spank you it will be in front of the entire school. Do you understand me?” Bradley nodded frantically, his face streaked with tears and baby food. “Y-Yes, Mommy.” “Good.” Michelle released him and stepped back, smoothing down her blouse. “Now, get your backpack. We’re leaving.” Bradley shuffled over to the counter, his thighs throbbing with every step. He grabbed his backpack, the weight of it only adding to his misery.  Katie had a huge grin on her face, “such a naughty little boy,” she said.  Michelle grabbed the diaper bag off the counter and slung it over her shoulder, her heels clicking against the tile as she escorted Bradley out the door. “Come on. We need to stop by Principal Hargrove’s office before class starts.” He went out the door, the back of his thighs stung with every step. The diaper crinkled with every movement, the sound a constant reminder of his humiliation. Katie followed them out, trying to suppress her laughter when she noticed Bradley's red thighs were on full display for everyone to see. Outside the morning air was cool against his skin, but it did nothing to soothe his thighs or the burning embarrassment he felt. Katie climbed into the front seat, still smirking at him, while Michelle opened the back door for him. “In,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Bradley slid into the backseat, the diaper crinkling loudly as he sat down. Michelle threw the embarrassing diaper bag in next to him, shut the door and got into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirror so she could keep an eye on him.  Bradley tried to rub the pain out of his thighs. “Remember what I said, Bradley. Any more disobedience, and you’ll be getting a spanking in front of the entire school. Do you understand me?” “Yes, Mommy,” Bradley whispered, his voice trembling. He knew there was no escaping this.  Michelle started the engine, “It’s going to be a long day,” she said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. “But remember, Bradley—this is your punishment. You brought this on yourself.” He didn’t respond, he just stared out the window. The diaper heavy between his legs, the weight of it a constant reminder of his shame.
    • For utilitarian purposes I use the NSC wipes.   I have a bunch of SENI wipes because they are decent and they fit in the wipe dispenser pocket of my diaper bag.
    • Evelyn gently texted her brother saying that she would be there in a couple of days with Valeria, then texted asking him if everything was prepared for Valeria, wanting to make sure that her daughter was safe and if things got too much there was a room prepared for her to just relax and decompress.
    • I get alittle quiet again as i sucked my pacifier as i just stay curled up in your arms. I didn't know what to really say or what to do as i rested my head on your chest with pooh bear in my arms. I just try to let my mind and body relax when a phone started ringing and when you check you see its your brother calling to check in and see if you were still going to go to the bbq party thats this weekend.
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