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Diaper References
Diaper/wetting references found in movies and on TV
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Poor Liam - feel more sorry for him here - but given he might've pooed his pants, maybe he does need extra supervision after all. -
Emma is doing homework at the kitchen table when the differences between the genders is really hammered home for her. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “You smell.” Ollie said. “I don’t!” I shot back. “Are you sure?” Ollie replied, “Maybe you crapped yourself… again.” I glared at my brother. I tried not to let it show that I was simultaneously reaching back to press my diaper against me. I was almost certain that I hadn’t dirtied my diaper, but it wasn’t impossible that I had. It wouldn’t have been the first time that I’d had an accident without noticing. I was about ninety-five percent sure I was clean. “Maybe you’re smelling yourself.” I sneered. We were sat at the kitchen table doing homework. For me that meant I was writing the same letters over and over in an attempt to improve my handwriting. It wasn’t going well. Just like my sewing and cooking abilities, my writing wasn’t the best. In fact, it was pretty awful. After completing a line of “R” I looked back to see most of them were little more than scribbles. Even I had to admit that there was no way any objective person would look at what I had written and know what it was. Opposite me, Ollie was writing as well. However, unlike my very basic attempts at improving my handwriting he was writing a whole essay. I didn’t tend to pay too much attention to my brother’s homework, but I had to admit some curiosity this time. It seemed he was writing a book report on one of my favourite books. “Bridge to Terabithia?” I tried to sound disinterested. “Yeah, it sucks.” Ollie said as he tossed the book halfway across the table, “And they want me to write a report on it. It’s two little brats making up a magic world. Booooring.” “What are you talking about!?” I said as if an insult to the book was an insult to me as well. “It’s for babies.” Ollie tilted his chair back. He had seemingly only written a couple of paragraphs. “It’s a classic!” I argued, “It’s beautiful.” “Whatever… If you like it so much, why don’t you write it.” Ollie said as he pushed the paper towards me. I looked down at the barely started report and sighed. I would’ve loved to have written the report more than anything, I loved that book, but it wasn’t possible. My brother’s handwriting wasn’t perfect but next to my toddler-level scrawls it looked great. “Oh, I forgot.” Ollie smirked, “I guess you can’t.” I was about to respond angrily when my phone vibrated on the table. Girls my age were often allowed phones, but they were blocked from connecting to the internet or doing anything fun. I didn’t often get notifications for anything, so I was quickly distracted picking it up. It was a call from Zoe. I fumbled the phone once before sliding my finger up to answer the call. “Hello?” I said. “Oh. My. God!” Zoe said, “I’ve got great news, and I just have to tell you.” “Oh?” I frowned. I wasn’t sure exactly what could be so exciting that it couldn’t wait for school the next day. “I’ve got a date for the prom!” Zoe said. I could practically hear her clapping her hands as she told me. What I did hear was the loud sound of a diaper tape. “Oh, that-… Wait, are you being changed?” I asked. “Uh huh.” Zoe mumbled in response, “But that’s not important. What IS important is that I’m going to the dance with Jacob!” I felt my stomach drop. Jacob? As in the Jacob who had asked me to the dance earlier that day? The man who had walked me to the nurse? I shouldn’t have cared at all. Anyone who knew me knew I had no interest in any man. So why was my immediate reaction one of anger and jealousy. “Jacob?” I eventually forced myself to say, “I thought you were into Liam…” “Yeah, but Liam is totally oblivious, and I needed SOMEONE.” Zoe said, “I didn’t want to be the only girl without a man.” This would normally be where I would remind her there would be at least one other girl either there alone or not there at all. However, I was still mired in both a confusing mix of emotions and trying to work out why I was feeling them. It didn’t seem to matter; Zoe was more than prepared to keep talking. “So, I saw Jacob just before leaving and decided to throw caution to the wind.” Zoe said, “If no one was going to ask me then I was going to ask them!” “You asked Jacob?” I was surprised. It was very unusual for a girl to ask a boy. In fact, most boys would see it as a threat to their masculinity and would reject them on that basis alone. “Yep!” Zoe said. “And he said yes?” I asked. “Yep!” Zoe said again. “Oh…” I paused for an uncomfortably long time. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, “Well, erm, congratulations.” “Thank you!” Zoe said excitedly. In the background I could hear her mom telling her to lift her butt, “We’ll talk more at school.” “OK, bye.” I said and hung up before Zoe could reply. I knew I shouldn’t be upset with her, but I was. I put my phone down and glared down at my homework. I felt like I was in turmoil, but I didn’t know why. I picked up my pen and started to continue my letters, I was pressing the pen against the paper so hard I thought the paper might tear. I was so angry, and I didn’t know where to direct it. I pressed all my negative emotions down into the pen as I continued to write the letters. My mind was elsewhere though and as I became increasingly distracted my letters were getting even wilder. It had been hard to tell what some of the letters were supposed to be before but now some of them were nothing but indistinct scribbles. As I continued to struggle to maintain my composure, Dad walked in and went over to the sink. I guessed Mom was out, it was about the only way Dad would get his own drink like he was doing right then. He ruffled Ollie’s hair as he walked past but ignored me. “What’s that supposed to be?” Ollie asked as he leaned over and looked at my paper. “An “R”.” I replied quietly. The letters, which had started at least evenly spaced even if they were a little untidy, were now scrawled everywhere as if a mad person had written them. “Really?” Ollie snorted with laughter, “Doesn’t look like it.” I tried to ignore Ollie. I was already upset and the last thing I needed was my brother needling me. He knew how much growing up meant to me and he knew exactly how to get under my skin. I closed my eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. I knew he was trying to rile me up, I just had to ignore it. “Looks like a toddler drew it.” Ollie said. I looked at Dad. He knew I got wound up like this and yet he was doing nothing to stop my brother from taunting me. From their point of view, making fun of me was normal and it was my responsibility not to respond. Ollie took my pen from out of my hand and turned the paper around. I glared at him as he drew a perfect “R”. “See?” Ollie said as he passed my homework back to me, “Easy.” “Leave me alone.” I hissed. “I’m just trying to help.” Ollie replied. My hands balled up into my fists. I felt a throbbing in my forehead and my legs trembled under the table. I needed to remove myself from the room before I did something I’d regret. “Here. Let me show you.” Ollie said. My brother stood behind me and leaned over my shoulder. He slipped the pen into my hand and the took hold of my arm. He started guiding my hand and drawing the letter I had struggled with. When I saw that it was indeed an improvement over my own efforts, I felt like I was reaching melting point. I could almost feel my face going a deep shade of red. “There we go! Well done!” Ollie said with faux excitement. He leaned in close to my ear until I could feel his breath, “Baby.” I had no control of my reactions. I couldn’t stand the taunting anymore and combined with the strange mix of feelings the phone call had given to me the red mist descended. I wheeled around and shoved Ollie as had as I could, I grunted from the effort as Ollie stumbled backwards and then, rather theatrically, fell to the floor, his back against the fridge. There was no way I was strong enough to have caused that myself. “Emma!” Dad’s voice boomed. My eyes widened. I was still looking at Ollie who I saw smirking. He’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Dad was in the room and had witnessed what I had done. As I turned back around, he was advancing on me, I slipped out of the chair but in my desperation to get away my uncoordinated feet got tangled together causing me to trip. I would’ve hit the floor hard if Dad hadn’t reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Stop!” I squealed as I was pulled back to the table, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Ollie was…” “Don’t you dare try to blame your brother.” Dad said angrily, “I saw what was happening. He was helping you with your homework.” “He wasn’t!” I protested. Tears were already filling my eyes as I started stumbling over my words in trying to explain myself. I was pushed forwards and a hand in the back bent me over the table. I knew what was coming. Dad’s go to punishment for when I “acted out” was a swift hard spanking. I tensed up knowing what was going to come. Despite being totally prepared when Dad’s hand made loud contact with the back of my soggy disposable, I yelped like a puppy who had just had its tail stepped on. The first was swiftly followed by a second and a third. I couldn’t contain my emotions and tears started streaming down my face. It wasn’t fair and yet no one would believe me. I hit the table with my fists as the whacks to my backside continued, a deep throbbing pain soon developing underneath my stinging skin, the diaper seemed to do nothing to offer me protection. After around a dozen spanks, I didn’t bother counting, I felt Dad smack me one more time. My top half was splayed out on the table, and I was snatching deep breaths of air in between loud sobs. I thought it was over and tried to stand up, but Dad held me in place. I grunted from the effort before giving up and remaining in place, trying to blink the tears out of my eyes so I could see again. “Ollie, come over here.” Dad instructed. I heard Ollie climbing to his feet and walking behind me, “Now, son, it’s important you don’t let girls take advantage of any kindness. Sure, they’re weak, but they need a strong hand to guide them. Spank your sister.” “W-What!?” I exclaimed as I struggled again to get up. Ollie hadn’t spanked me before; punishment was Dad’s realm. I was shoved back down and the weight on my back only increased. “I can?” Ollie asked. He sounded almost in awe, as if he was being bestowed a great honour. “You’re becoming a man.” Dad sounded proud, “Just a couple of spanks to start with.” I was shaking my head and trying to claw my way across the table in my desperation to get away. Unfortunately, Dad could now use both hands to keep me in place. I looked back over my shoulder through tear-filled eyes at Ollie getting into position with his hand hovering an inch from my butt. He was looking up at Dad for guidance. “Argh!” I screamed as Ollie spanked me hard on my already bruised backside. The delay between the first half of the punishment and the second had only allowed the blood to return and make things hurt even worse. After just a few impacts the extra spanking stopped and Dad finally let me stand up. My hands immediately went to rub my butt. I was looking down at the floor, my face was red and puffy from the crying. “Apologise to your brother.” Dad demanded. I scowled. One of my hands came up to rub my face and I looked up. Ollie was standing a foot away and smiling widely. I knew that if I failed to do as I was told I would be back over the table. I swallowed back the tears and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I pushed you.” I muttered. “Now you can go to your room.” Dad instructed before Ollie could say anything back, “I’ll send your mother up to put you in your crib shortly.” Normally I would be very upset that I had to go to bed without dinner but this time I was fine with getting time alone. I turned on my heels and practically ran from the room towards the stairs. I didn’t stop until I got to my room where I slammed the door and flung myself on to my mattress. I started loudly crying and it didn’t feel like I’d ever stop. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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