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By Little Sherri · Posted
I have contemplated this scenario. Jokes aside, even with my morbid sense of humour, the realities of showing up at an ER in a diaper, and in a bad state of repair, do give me pause. My underwear preferences should have no bearing on whether or not I qualify for advanced lifesaving measures, but I have read enough articles written by and about both the elderly, and the handicapped, to know that, particularly in triage situations, where they are trying to determine the best use of limited resources, people in wheelchairs, people of advanced age, people with mental health histories, and people with developmental disabilities, while all entitled to the same care as everyone, nevertheless get docked a point or two in the cold calculus of who lives and who dies when not everyone can be saved. So my big stupid diaper might get used against me. Which, as an aside, makes me wonder... would an ABDL diaper therefore, paradoxically, be better, under such circumstances? I've always hoped, A) not to have to ever arrive in a heap in an ER, but, B), knowing it will probably happen someday, that if it does happen, I'm wearing a reliable, but boring, plain white medical diaper, on the theory that it would raise the fewest eyebrows. But if they would then assess me as a 6 rather than a 7 on the "value to society and likelihood of making a full recovery" triage scale, based on my evidently already being on a glideslope to the grave, and tonight, because Dr. Hope is golfing in Bermuda, 7's live and 6's don't, then maybe my pink bunny underpants would get a "He's an idiot but not infirm" opportunity for intubation that might otherwise be denied... But also, I do wonder if my wife would concur that it's time for me to shuffle off this mortal coil... "No, no, you've seen the diapers, right? DNR...." -
By BabyBear85 · Posted
The next day, Lara sat uncomfortably in her final class of the afternoon. Even though it had only been three strokes, Stacey had not held back with the strap the night before. It was far from the worst spanking Lara had endured during her college tenure, but it definitely still hurt. As class was dismissed, Lara quickly gathered her things and headed back to Columbia Ave. She was eager not only for relief for her spanked bottom, but also for what lie in store later that evening. She hurried, as she had a few things she wanted to arrange before Ted came home. Stacey similarly hustled across campus that afternoon. She too wore a small bruise from her strapping the night before. Her hands brushed against it as she walked, making her wonder about the state of Ted’s backside. The boy had been so throughly spanked on Sunday, Stacey thought he likely was still feeling the effects even now on Thursday. She wondered if she would get the chance to see for herself later that evening. For his part, Ted was a little apprehensive about Thursday evening. His bottom was in fact still sore, though the ache had subsided considerably. Still, he feared he would be left vulnerable to another dose that evening, being exposed in front of his roommates wearing just his underwear. Still, he always reveled Lara and Stacey’s company, and was looking forward to enjoying some drinks with them. He also wondered whether Lara would get frisky with him again, especially given that he’d be almost naked already. His arousal grew as he thought back to their encounter late Sunday night. A few hours later, the three friends were gathered back at their shared house, each eager to see what lay in store that night. Ted stood at the coffee table in the living room arranging the liquor bottles he had procured, along with a few cocktail glasses and an ice bucket. He was more than ready to fulfill his duty as bartender for the evening. Lara walked up behind him quietly. Ted jumped when she tapped him on the butt. “Hehe, hey there Teddy boy!” Lara giggled and kissed his cheek. Ted blushed, self conscious about his still sore backside, but also very happy for Lara’s affections. “Oh.. hi,” he stammered, “I didn’t know you were home. Just getting everything ready for our cocktail party.” “Aw, hooray!” cooed Lara. “This is gonna be fun.” “Yeah.” Ted smiled. “I mean… it’s no kegger… but still fun.” Lara smacked his bottom sharply. “Excuse me, are we already forgetting our lesson from Sunday?” “No!” Ted yelled, rubbing his butt. “No, definitely not.” “Good,” said Lara, with authority. “This is how responsible adults have a party. Remember that.” “Yes ma’am.” The words came out of Ted’s lips reflexively. He wasn’t really sure why he’d said it, but it somehow felt right given how Lara was speaking to him. The boy’s submissive tone triggered a warmth between Lara’s legs. She looked him up and down, appreciating his physique. It was then that she realized he had not yet undressed. “Good boy,” Lara said, seeking first to affirm his use of ‘yes ma’am.’ Then, she gave way to her lust for his body. “Now, what were the rules we had about tonight? It seems to me you are wearing entirely too many clothes.” Ted hung his head. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured. “Here,” Lara chirped, reaching out her hands, “let me help you.” Ted flinched slightly as she pulled at the hem of his shirt. “Arms up,” she instructed, as though he were a toddler. Ted obeyed, fearing the consequences if he did not. Lara lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Then she grabbed hold of his belt. “That’s a good start,” she purred, “but didn’t we say these have to come off too?” Ted looked into her eyes. He saw the lascivious glare she wore and realized how badly he wanted her. His member swelled, and he nodded. Lara unfastened his belt, opened up his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Ted gasped slightly, and his cock twitched. Lara took note. “Mmm… what a big boy you are…” she said eyeing his package and biting her lip. Ted was speechless, but tried to say with his eyes what his mouth could not: ‘I want you!’ Just then, Stacey walked in carrying a tray of appetizers. “Hey you two!” she said cheerfully, not picking up on the sexual tension that lingered in the air. She pointed at the pants pooled around Ted’s ankles. “I see our bartender is getting into his uniform.” “Ahem.. uh… yes ma’am… I mean, um… yeah. I um… yep.” Ted stammered. Lara giggled. Stacey finally realized what she had just walked in on. She paused and eyed them suspiciously. “There’s no misbehaving happening in here, is there?” Ted’s face went white. “None whatsoever,” Lara laughed, smacking Ted on the rump. “Ow! Hey!” Stacey smirked. “Well that’s good to hear,” she said. “I’d hate to have to interrupt our cocktail party with any bare bottom spanking.” She set the appetizers down on the table, and took her own turn tapping Ted on the tush. “Now, how about a drink, bartender?” Eager to change the subject, and eager for a drink himself, Ted set to his task. Lara turned on some music, and moments later, the three roommates toasted. “Cheers!” Stacey called out. “To lessons learned - the hard way.” They all laughed, Ted a little uneasily, and sipped their drinks. The three settled in on the sofas and made idle chat about their week, and the weekend ahead. In just a couple of gulps, Ted’s glass was empty. Amid the small talk, he stood to fix himself another. “Geez, somebody’s thirsty,” Lara chided. Ted ignored her and filled his glass. “Hey wait a minute… you’re drinking tonight,” Lara said, pausing as if waiting for a response. Ted sat back down with his fresh cocktail. Lara stared at him. “Yeah… and? So are you…” he said, not really seeing her meaning, and feeling a bit annoyed. Drinking on an empty stomach always made him a little surly. “And… what are you supposed to be wearing when you’re drinking?” Lara asked with an edge in her voice. Ted still stared at her blankly. Then it finally hit him. Goodnites. “Oh… that. I will.. I mean… wait, you don’t mean …” Ted paused. “Right now?” Lara looked him up and down. She kept a straight face and nodded. Ted began to protest. “I don’t need them when I’m AWAKE! Come on… that’s not fair! I’ll put one on before I go to bed.” Stacey interjected. “Excuse me, but I don’t think you are in any position to be negotiating or arguing. You are still being punished for your escapades last weekend. And you’re the one who soaked his bed sheets like a toddler.” She paused to make sure she had his full attention. “So if you care at all about protecting your little backside, I’d suggest you do as Lara asks.” Ted felt about two feet tall. Sitting on the couch practically naked, being ordered to go put on a pull-up, it was too much. But he knew Stacey was right. He couldn’t bear to endure a spanking that night. He was determined to avoid it, to win himself back into Lara and Stacey’s good graces. He hung his head. “Fine…” he huffed, standing to move toward his room. “Good boy,” Lara chirped. “But remember that we agreed those Goodnites are too thin for you?” Ted rolled his eyes. He remembered Lara and Stacey agreeing, but not himself. “Ok…” he fumed. “Well, here, I got you some of these.” Lara reached under the coffee table and produced a diaper. Ted’s mouth hung open. How humiliating! Goodnited were bad enough. Even regular, plain diapers would have been awful to endure. But these… where did she even find them?? Stacey tried hard not to laugh. Lara, meanwhile was laser focused. She knew Ted was likely to fight her, but she was determined to get that boy into a cute, puffy diaper as soon as possible. “I’d like you to go put this on, then come let me see to make sure you did it right.” Ted just stared blankly. He still could not believe his eyes. “Or if you’d prefer, you can lay down right here on the couch and I’ll diaper you myself.” Snapping out his trance, Ted shuddered at the word ‘diaper.’ He looked down at the infantile oversized Pamper Lara held. Stacey reached over and patted his bottom. “Remember,” she said, “you can do as your told now, or you can do as your told later with a very sore bottom.” Realizing he was not going to talk his way out of this, he scowled at Lara, took the diaper from her and huffed off to his bedroom. -
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