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THE DINER “Sarah, I can't thank you enough for bringing me here.” Ian put his cup down, and settled more deeply into the naugahyde cushion. “Really … I mean … diners like this?” His gaze swept around the dimly lit interior. The chipped formica, the long counter with its ancient stools, the linoleum that had been scrubbed so many times that one could only guess at the original color. He half expected Mel to pop out of the kitchen any second now. And their waitress definitely looked like Linda Lavin. “Mom and Dad … I remember, when I was a kid, eating at places like this when we went on vacation. This brings back some good memories.” Ian's gaze softened, his thoughts drifting back in time to long car rides deep into the night, the brightly lit signs that marked the diners and motels on the outskirts of the small towns on old Route 66. He remembered Tucumcari, the memory that of a small child half asleep in the back seat, struggling to stay awake, imagination fired by the bright lights rushing toward them out of the darkness. “No, Ian … no. I'm the one who should be thanking you.” Gently shaking her head, Sarah leaned forward, trying to keep control of the conversation. There was so much that she wanted to say, and so much more that she wanted to ask. “I was so fed up with that stereo of yours, so angry. I was looking for a confrontation, the louder the better. Next stop the management office, another complaint, this time in writing … I wanted them to evict you!” Sarah was a battle scarred RN, daily suffering the slings and arrows that any large, urban hospital serves up in abundance. Patients were sometimes a pain, but they came and went. Far too many of the doctors were out and out jerks, in it for the money and the endless opportunities to cheat on their wives with the young nurses who seemingly existed only to do their bidding. And those assholes were here to stay. Night after night, Sarah had brought her frustration home with her, to be greeted with the heavy vibration coming through the ceiling from the apartment above her-- a stereo somewhere above her couch, making it impossible for her to relax. Once, she had mounted a stool to pound on the ceiling. She had left notes in the mailbox. She had made a verbal complaint to management, learned that her tormentor was a single male roughly her own age, divorced, a highly educated professional. She was astonished to discover that he was on the faculty of the university she passed every day driving to and from work. And East Asian languages? She had looked up the department's campus address in the phone book. The building was within easy walking distance of her office! Or it would be, she thought, if the city would ever get around to plowing the damned sidewalks! Minnesota winters were not for the faint of heart. She had finally had enough, storming up the stairs to pound on his door. She was completely unprepared for what happened next. . . . . “What the hell?” Ian looked up from the counter, the pounding at the door startling him badly. Slicing up the avocado would have to wait. The good news was that he had somehow managed to keep his fingers out of the blade's line of fire. “Yes?”, he said, easing the door open, not sure what to expect. He looked out at a young woman, about his own age, a bit taller … And if looks could kill, he instantly realized, I'd already be dead! This has got to be the neighbor from Hell! One of the ladies in the office had warned him that there had been a verbal complaint from the RN living below him. It was the same old, same old … turn the stereo down, or was it the TV? Some people simply didn't appreciate Carson's monologue. Too bad, he thought, because we have a Grade A winner here. Nice features, blue eyes, great lips, maybe a natural blonde … Ian's eyes drifted lower, then braked to a halt. Ian was big on foreplay, and this seemingly Scandinavian bombshell was singularly blessed with that asset with which he most enjoyed playing. She reminded him of Bonnie Holbrooke, the blonde beauty with whom he had fallen so deeply in love … in the ninth grade. “Would you puh … lese turn it down, or better yet, turn it off?” Sarah angrily stepped forward, and Ian involuntarily stepped back. Her eyes were on fire, and he had zero desire to get burnt. Still, genuinely puzzled, Ian glanced over his shoulder. Yes, the stereo was on, but it was hardly loud … and besides, who didn't like Fleetwood Mac? Lindsey doing the riff on Go Your Own Way? Oh, come, on! Ian hated confrontation. “Would you like to come in,” he asked in a subdued voice. It was hard not to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. Migraines had played a part in the collapse of his marriage, conditioned him to surrender rather than fight for his convictions. And the more readily he gave in, the more shrill his ex's voice had become. His last migraine had erupted four days after their separation. “I was just making dinner,” he added, “and I have a bottle of wine decanting. Please, let me pour you a glass, and, uh, if you haven't eaten, I'm preparing tacos. Do you, uh, do you like Mexican food?” Ian's nervousness was on full display. He was acutely aware of the bulk between his legs, and could only pray that his diaper and baby pants wouldn't leak. . . . . Sarah could only gape, feeling the anger leech out of her. In her imagination, her unseen neighbor was just another jerk, some Neanderthal who would happily join her in making a scene, and to hell with his professional credentials. Doctors had plenty of credentials, and the fancy degrees hanging on their office walls didn't keep most of them from being jerks. It briefly occurred to her that he might be playing her, deftly turning the tables to throw her off balance. Well, if that's his game, it's definitely working! But wait … no … this can't be an act. No one's this good. Oh, God, Sarah, he's just some nice, ordinary guy, and you … you … guess what, you're the only jerk on the premises! God, he probably thinks I'm going to kick him in the balls, or something. Sarah's eyes drifted lower, then braked to a halt. Over the past ten years she had changed thousands of adult diapers, and there was absolutely no doubt in her mind. The bulge was such a giveaway, and then there was the truck from the diaper service, making its weekly pick-up and drop-off at a building in an adults only complex. The two pieces fit so neatly together: she had to be standing face to face with their customer. She idly wondered where he kept his diaper pail, wondered whether his bathroom reeked of stale urine, or worse. And the $64,000 question: is he incontinent, or does he have some kind of weird diaper fetish? No, he has to be a freak, has to be, because he's too young to have … and besides, this is the second floor, and there's no elevator, no way to get down in a wheelchair and, and, no crutches in the hallway. I would have noticed, and … and ... As her preconceptions shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, a new and very different pattern began to emerge from the wreckage in Sarah Haikkonen's mind. He's got to be about my age. Thirty-one, thirty-two, something like that. He's the right age and, and, East Asian languages? Oh, dear God! Sarah took a deep breath, and slowly released it, hoping that he would misinterpret what he was seeing, hoping that he would think she was letting go of her anger. She had spent the first two years of her career at the Veteran's hospital out by the airport, the biggest in the state, but she had fled to the city because she wasn't hard enough, couldn't cope with the despair that awaited her every time she started her rounds. It wasn't the wounds, well, not the physical wounds at any rate. She was trained for that, and for the most part the young men in her care wanted physically to get better, wanted to get on with their lives. No, it was the emotional wounds, the psychic, that she had seen in the eyes of too many men her own age-- men who had come home to be spat upon by their neighbors, men who had come home to be called baby killers. She was badly out of her depth, and so she had fled. There was a question that Sarah desperately wanted to ask ... but how to ask it? “Thank you, um?” “Ian … Ian Grady. And you are ...” “Sarah … Sarah Haikkonen.” “Finnish?” “That's right,” she smiled, “from a long and not particularly illustrious line of Haikkonen's in the U.P. And yes, Ian, I'd love to share a glass of wine with you. It will,” she nervously laughed, “give me a bit of time to work up a decent apology for my outburst.” “Sarah,” he grinned, “in the immortal words of Chick Hearn, no harm, no foul, so no apology is called for. Oh, granted, the circumstances are a bit unusual, but I am genuinely happy to make your acquaintance.” Ian poured the wine, and they gently clinked glasses. “So, a Lakers fan?” “Die hard,” he grinned. “Ian, there's something else I'd like to ask you. Can I? “Why not? Now that we're old friends,” he teased, “you can ask me anything!” “Well, it's my understanding that you're a professor at the U, teaching East Asian languages?” Ian laughed, and shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, Sarah, but I'm just in my first year … on probation, so to speak. A newly minted and poorly paid Ph.D.” “Well, what I really want to know is … do you by any chance … do you speak Vietnamese?” . . . . The apartment mystified her. There was no dining room table, and no chairs. Clearly, Ian ate on the floor. She made a mental note to ask if he was a practicing Buddhist. Two oddly shaped tables in the living room housed the stereo components and a TV; the dreaded speakers were, as she had expected, positioned directly above her own couch. His was a plush, two piece design. It looked very comfortable. She had asked for permission to use the bathroom, and he had agreed without hesitation. She flushed and then washed her hands, but her real objective had been to peek behind the shower curtain. The two pairs of vinyl pants hanging on a makeshift clothes line did not surprise her in the least. The labels confirmed that they were from a highly respected local manufacturer with a nationwide institutional customer base. She risked an even quicker peek into the single bedroom. The king sized bed was predictable, and the diaper pail was right where she had expected to find it. Breathing deeply, she smelled the all too familiar scent of dried urine. What she had smelled in the bathroom was more complex-- the unmistakable mixture of feces and urine. So, she concluded with a slight shake of her head, he may be truly incontinent, both bladder and bowel. And he speaks Vietnamese ... how well we'll be able to judge when I get him to the hospital. And we do desperately need interpreters. Sarah knew that she would have to proceed cautiously. The soldiers at the hospital had all behaved like members of a fraternity, only instead of secret handshakes they seemed bound together by a vow of silence. No one wanted to talk about the battlefield. No one. There was still more that she needed to learn. The bedroom was odd, not for what was there but for what wasn't. No headboard. No dresser. No bedside table. Just a hard sided suitcase standing on end and housing an ugly, gray office lamp-- the sort of lamp that a down and out accountant might use. Was Ian poor, or had he come home to join some cult that demanded a vow of poverty? Oddball cults had sprung up all over the country in recent years, and there was even a nurse in her own unit who had joined some sect out in Oregon. The , times, she grimaced, they are indeed a changing. And then there were the paintings. Ian clearly loved bright, bold colors-- but why on earth would anyone have so graphic a painting of the sea giving up its dead hanging on their living room wall? It was the one thing that gave her pause. Sarah returned to the living room. She wanted Ian to put another record on, and then come downstairs to hear at first hand what she had to put up with night after night. All of her spur of the moment planning to seduce Ian Grady-- a nice, intelligent guy with a bright future and a disability that she could easily tolerate and gently manipulate-- would come to naught if she couldn't get a decent night's sleep. . . . . Ian sighed deeply, and turned to face her, palms up in the classic gesture of surrender. “I'm sorry, Sarah. It never occurred to me that this might happen. Damn! I put so much work into getting the system set up just right.” He shook his head, the regret plain on his face. “And the problem is …?” Sarah waited for him to fill in the missing piece. “The bass. It's causing an harmonic vibration. That's normal, but it shouldn't be causing the ceiling to shake.” Ian glanced up. “Do you hear me walking around up there?” “Unfortunately,” Sarah conceded. “So, what are we going to do?” “I have an idea, something so idiotically simple that it might just work! Wait here … I'll be back in a few minutes!” Ian headed out the door, never realizing that Sarah's eyes were riveted on his well padded posterior. Hmm, she wondered, is it my imagination, or is his diaper drooping a bit more than it was when I first noticed it? Standing in the quiet of her living room, a quiet interrupted only by the pulsing vibration of the ceiling (Lindsey was currently pounding out I'm So Afraid), without warning Sarah suddenly started to giggle, one of those helpless fits that caused her to rush into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. She choked it down, with the predictable result. She started to hiccup. This is just too funny, she mused, frantically waving her hand in front of her face. Twenty minutes ago, I wanted to piss him off enough to start a fight, and now … now … how's he going to react when I offer to change his pissy diaper????? . . . . The racket stopped, just the same way it always began. Abruptly. Sarah listened to Ian's footsteps fading away overhead, and rushed to the door. She knew that it would only be a matter of seconds, and she wanted him to feel welcome. He was obviously going all out for her, he was super cute, and she wanted to reciprocate. “Well?” “Just wait,” he muttered as she stood aside to let him pass. “Another thirty seconds, tops.” Ian stopped in the middle of the living room, and looked anxiously up at the ceiling. “I put on Led Zeppelin's When the Levee Breaks, the studio track. It's the one with the drum solo that John Bonham recorded out in the lobby. Mix in John Paul Jones on bass guitar, and there's a good chance the ceiling's gonna crack.” They both continued to look up. I just don't believe this, Sarah marveled, a groupie with a Ph.D. Like any sensible girl from the U.P., Sarah's taste ran to Country & Western. Roy Orbison was about as close to rock as she was willing to get. Still nothing. “It's okay.” Ian breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Really,” he said as he turned to her, “it's gonna be okay.” God, he's adorable! The look on his face? He looks just like a six year old bursting with pride because he got the answer right!“ Okay, Prof, what did you do? What's your deep, dark secret?” Ian roared with laughter. “What I did was … I took four bath towels … my only four, by the way … and I folded them up and put two under each speaker. Et voila! No more vibration!” “Only, now you have no bath towels ...” “Yeah ...” “And that old beater you were driving … the one that's been buried in a snow bank directly outside my living room window for the past month … DOA?” “Yeah … the alternator. I just don't have the money right now.” “Which is why I see you waiting for the bus when I'm leaving for work.” “Yeah … cue the Hollies.” “Okay … well, here's what we're going to do. After we get you changed, we're going to the store to buy you some new towels … my treat. Then, I'm going to take you out to dinner … your choice, but also my treat.” “Sarah ...” “No, Ian, and please let me finish. You kept me from making a complete fool of myself today, and from doing something that I would later have come badly to regret. This is just my way of thanking you for being so … so nice.” “But Sarah? Get me changed?” Sarah pointedly looked down at Ian's crotch, and then looked him straight in the eyes. “Your diaper, Ian. I don't want you leaking all over my car seat, so before we go, we are going to change your diaper. And I want you to bring a couple of extras. Do you have a diaper bag?” “Yes, but ...” Ian began to blush, but he quickly got it under control. He prided himself on his poker face … a face perfected in conferences with senior officers in Saigon who didn't have a clue, hangers on from the Korean conflict whose idiotic orders far too often cost the lives of men in the field that they could ill afford to lose. The bitterness ate at him like acid, the memories sometimes so overwhelming that it felt like he was drowning … the casual construction of strategy over aperitifs on the rooftop of the Hotel Caravelle, the details elaborated behind the barbed wire and the sandbags, the generals and the spooks ignoring the hardened French planters who had been fighting this war for generations … men often seated at the next table. It was Henri Duplessis who had schooled him in the difference between language and culture, Henri who had showed him how the French had lost their empire not in Viet Nam but in Algeria, warned him that America was making the exact same mistakes, the cycle repeating, Saigon the new Algiers, the Pentagon the new ... “No buts, Ian; the subject is closed.” “No, it isn't. Sarah, I've … I can change my own diaper, damn it!” “And you will. Ian, I am not going to interfere, but I am going to watch. In the past ten years, I must have changed at least 3,000 adult diapers, so I'm certainly qualified to carry out an Assessment.” “A … a what? “An Assessment. I am going to evaluate how well you clean yourself, how tightly you pin your new diaper, whether there is any cloth sticking out from your rubber or vinyl pants. And above all, I am going to evaluate how you wash your hands after the fact … even the kind of soap that you use. I'll offer you suggestions if there are things you need to improve on, but the only point at which I would intervene is to refasten your diaper if it looks like it's just going to fall off as soon as you stand up. You will be lying down when you change, right?” Sarah kept her voice detached and professional. She could, and in the future would make this really fun for Ian, but now was not the time. Now, she had to take control, put him in his place, and begin the long, drawn out process of gaining his trust. Ian stared hard at the floor. He couldn't bear to look in her eyes. “I'm trapped twixt and tween, Sarah,” he said in a voice so soft that she had to strain to hear him. “I really am. I can see what I'm doing if I'm standing up, but there's a motion involved that is so dangerous … it terrifies me. But lying down, it's all by feel, and you're right … you're so right. I think everything's okay, then I stand up, and the damned diaper is down at my knees! Ugh!” Sarah reached out and gently cupped Ian's cheeks in her hands, forcing him to look up, into her eyes. She was savoring her moment of triumph, but the look that she gave him was innocence personified. “Ian, I can and will help you, but I won't force myself upon you. All you have to do is ask … and, yes, I know that it's hard for a man, any man with an ounce of pride, to ask for help, especially with a problem that's so intimate. I can change your diaper, and keep it strictly professional the whole time. Or we can talk about the weather, your favorite sports team, anything you think would help to distract you. I can even make it light and a bit of fun for you; many of my patients liked being teased when I was changing them because they had the ability to laugh at themselves and the absurdity of the situation we were both trapped in. But you have to talk to me, Ian; you can't shut down or I can't help you. And yes, I know how hard it is … believe me, I've been here before. But I have to know what happened to you out there, what it is that's so dangerous, what I have to avoid.” Sarah reached down and firmly grasped Ian's hands in her own. “Now, let's go change your diaper.” . . . . “Ian, you need to take more time when you're wiping.” Ian was lying down on a changing pad, his used diaper long since banished to the pail. He was blindly wiping his genitalia. Everything was by feel, and he knew that he wasn't getting it right. “Sarah, thank you so much. It was a really great suggestion, and right now I feel more dumb than I usually do for not seeing it myself.” Sarah had said that it would be a lot easier for him to wipe his bottom if he moved the changing mat close enough to the wall that he could walk his feet up it, and fully expose his rear. For the first time, he felt like he was making real progress in managing his incontinence. For her part, Sarah was horrified by what she had learned. The bullet had shattered on impact, and the MASH unit had methodically and efficiently dug out all but one fragment-- a piece lodged so close to the spinal cord at L5 that they judged it best left alone rather than undertake a high risk surgery which, if it went wrong, could leave him paralyzed for life from the waist down. Angry and horrified. She was angry because of the risk that he was running every time he changed his diaper, especially the messy ones. Ian had grudgingly admitted that it was hard to avoid getting a jolt along the sciatic nerve when he bent over and twisted to survey the damage, and using baby wipes to clean his bottom merely aggravated the risk. A shower was the obvious answer, but he routinely had three to five BM's daily. So … obvious but impractical. Now that she at least had a handle on what she was up against, Sarah was also infuriated. She was good at her job, and a messy diaper was an easy cleanup. She could make a lot of Ian's risk go away if he would simply let her take responsibility for his well-being in general, and his diaper changes in particular. And therein lay the problem. In fact, it was crystal-clear: in Ian's mind, getting help was a mutual transaction-- help received equals independence lost. But Sarah had learned something else today. Ian Grady was a nail biter, and spectacularly so. Twice in the brief time that they had been together, she had caught him chewing on fingernails, all of them already bitten to the quick. His oral fixation was so strong that he seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing. There were things that she could and would do to put a stop to it-- the bulbous mittens that they employed post-surgery to keep patients from pulling on their catheters or attacking itchy sutures, and an orthodontic device for tube feeding patients unable to feed themselves. It looked amazingly like a baby's pacifier, and with that she began nibbling around the edges of an intriguing idea. His long-term prognosis would be much improved if he would simply admit to some degree of dependence on others, but the adult male would fiercely resist any attempt to take him down this path. Well, what about the baby that lurks inside Ian Grady the same way it does in every man? If the adult won't yield to a caregiver, will the baby fully entrust himself to his mommy? Let's face facts, Miss Sarah Haikkonen: the sexual possibilities in this scenario for both of us are well and truly off the charts! I have got to talk to Mom about this! . . . . “All things considered, Ian, I think that went very well. Of course, it was to be expected that I would have to redo your diaper. Pinning your own diaper tight enough when you're laying down is about as likely as winning the lottery. Babies don't change their own diapers, and neither should you.” Sarah glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “It's strictly mommy's work,” she added deftly, planting the thought in his mind. “And when I'm at work,” he quietly rejoined, “who's going to change me there?” Ian slowly shook his head. “Sarah, I am truly grateful for everything that you're doing for me, but what you're suggesting simply isn't practical. On the weekends? Yeah, maybe. But Monday through Friday? No. Five days a week, I'll just have to muddle along the best I can.” “Fair enough,” she conceded. “So, why don't we start with the basics? First, do you want my help? Yes, or no?” “Yes.” Ian decided to leave it at that. “Good. So, why don't we begin with what is practical, namely the weekend? From now on, I will pick you up at your office on Friday afternoon at 4:30, and return you to work Monday morning. In fact, you will no longer be taking the bus at all. It's silly for you to do so when we have nearly identical work schedules. You can do without using your baby diapers as stuffers until you get to the office, and save a little money in the process.” “Sounds good,” Ian agreed. He hated the bus. “Second. From Friday afternoon until I drop you off on Monday, I will assume total responsibility for your diaper changes … which reminds me. I want to take one of your diapers with me to the hospital on Monday. I have a feeling that, when I put them side by side, it will turn out that ours will be both bigger and more absorbent. If you use ours on the weekend, you can reduce your order with the diaper service. More money saved.” “Also good, but how are we going to launder them?” “In the basement. Ian, you know perfectly well that we have four washers and driers down there. You need to start doing your own diaper laundry, and the money you're saving on bus fare alone should cover the costs.” “But the whole point of the diaper service …” “Ian, stop it. All right? Just stop it.” There was a red light coming up, and as she braked Sarah decided to take advantage of it. “Look, I know you don't want to hear it, but the blunt truth is that, unless and until there is a revolutionary breakthrough in surgical procedures, you are going to be incontinent for the rest of your life, which means that you are going to be wearing diapers for the rest of your life. The diaper service will be a constant drain on your finances … and how are you going to manage when you're traveling? You will be, you know … lectures, conferences … a lot of people are going to want a piece of you. You are going to have to rely on your own resources, and your own resourcefulness. I can help, and I plan to, but unless you choose to throw it all away and spend the rest of your life hiding under the bed like a small child, the burden is going to fall largely on your shoulders. Mind you,” she giggled, “I think that you'd make an adorable baby. Honestly, you are beyond cute when you've got nothing on but your little diapee and your baby pants! I would give anything to see you crawling around on the floor like a wittle, wittle baby!” The light changed, and Sarah hit the accelerator, her devilish laughter still hanging in the air. She mentally congratulated herself for playing the baby card with real finesse. Ian prudently decided to say nothing. The diner was just a few minutes away, and he was starting to have visions of a patty melt, onion rings, and fries in his immediate future. A chocolate shake was definitely in the offing. Sure, he'd undoubtedly have a messy diaper by the time they got home-- greasy food was his archenemy-- but what the Hell. For now at least, he was off the hook. He stole a glance at his erstwhile chauffeur, and gave thought to what she was clearly offering. She's drop dead gorgeous, talented and smart, and at least a bit kinky, so with any luck at all she'll despise the missionary position as much as I do. And those tits? Man, those are well and truly to die for! How did Bob Seger put it … 'points of her own, sittin' way up high, way up firm and high'? And the best part of it all? It sounds like she wants to take outright control of my life. Well, my dear, you can do it with my blessing, because there's a few things about me that you haven't caught on to yet. I'm done with making decisions. I will walk around a problem and study it from a thousand different angles, and then tell everyone that I'm sure I've missed something, and need to start over from scratch. But the reality is that I'm stalling, hoping that the problem will resolve itself without any help from me, or just simply go away, vanish on the breeze. Hell, if Emily had just cut out the passive-aggressive crap and become as dominant as she was decisive, we'd still be married! But no, when things went well, she took all the credit. And when her decisions blew up in our face, like not selling the condo when we had the chance? Why the fault was mine and mine alone because I didn't stand up to her. Yeah, sure. And the irony of it all is that I straight up offered Emily what Sarah is only hinting at. I was in diapers anyway, so I'd become her baby or her baby slave, whatever … but no more blame shifting. She'd get all of the credit, but she'd also take all of the blame. That was the deal, and she refused to take it. So, adios and sayonara, babe. I am so out of here. And here's (imaginary drum roll, please) … Sarah (thank you, Ed McMahon), all but offering me the golden ring. But how are we going to jump the hurdles? The logistical problems are daunting, and it doesn't look like there are any quick fixes. I'll just leave it to her to sort it all out. Just go with the flow, my friend … just go with the flow. . . . . “Before we go, Ian, there's just one more thing.” “More coffee?,” he offered in return, ever hopeful. “No, silly, it's about your hands. Just look at them!” Ian did precisely that. He held them up in front of his face, and took a count. “Ten digits,” he nodded; “all present and accounted for.” Well, almost. Ian had learned about recoil the hard way. “No, silly. I'm talking about your fingers.” “What about them?” “You bite your fingernails, and it's disgusting. There's germs crawling all over everything you touch, and yet you persist in putting your fingers in your mouth. Just like a toddler. Honestly, it makes me wonder whether you're still sucking your thumb in your sleep.” “I haven't a clue, honestly times two. But you're right, Sarah, it's a nasty habit. And I have tried to break it … many, many times. Nothing's worked.” “Well, we have mittens at the hospital that will help. When we're at home and you're in my care, you will wear them whenever you're out of my sight, especially when you're sleeping. But if your mouth gets lonely, we have an orthodontic device that you can suck on … really, it's just a great, big pacifier. You'll love it.” “Maybe so, but there's definitely something else around here that I would rather suck on.” Bold as brass, Ian stared steadily at Sarah's breasts. “After all, as we both know, babies explore everything with their fingers and tongues.” “True. All too true. And I have big plans for your fingers and tongue.” Sarah's gaze was equally steady. “Big Plans.”

Here's a new story set in a version of the Star Wars universe that's a compromise between Legends continuity and Disney continuity. Hope you like it. 😏 Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra had just exited her ship, the Ark Angel, and arrived at a hitherto unexplored planet in the Bogano system. She had spent much of her time lately scanning various planets in the system to look for Zeffo artifacts that she could sell to Luke Skywalker's New Jedi Order. Plus, with how busy the galaxy was recovering from attacks by Grand Admiral Thrawn, a temporarily revived Palpatine, and a sun-destroying super weapon, the fringes of known space were hers for the taking. She walked towards the Zeffo temple that her equipment had picked up and marveled at the architecture. She also pondered how easy it was to get here. According to one of Luke's Jedi, an Order 66 survivor named Cal Kestis, the Zeffo tended to have protection around the temples, either physical or mental. Aphra hadn't studied those since the New Republic was already going over them with a fine-toothed comb. Still, Aphra wasn't worried. She'd been through hell and back multiple times and always came out richer, one way or another. Aphra entered the temple and looked around. She wished that Magda and Sana weren't off helping track down rogue Imperials. She was looking at the inside of the temple with childlike glee. Natural lighting kept things perfectly visible, but it was still dark enough that Aphra could only examine the room she was in and not the corners. She looked around and found cribs and high chairs big enough to hold a standard-sized human. Remembering what she had read from papers about how big the Zeffo got, she easily pieced together that this was a Zeffo nursery. "Okay," Aphra sighed to herself. "So nothing exciting, but it'd still fetch some notoriety about how these ancient people spent their day-to-day lives." Aphra eventually found a wall with what looked like hieroglyphics, and her attention was instantly grabbed by them. She looked at them and saw large golden droids with blue torsos towering over other figures. Aphra was so intent on discerning them that she failed to notice heavy footsteps behind her. She looked and saw images of humans, Duros, and Rodians, and Aphra looked at them in confusion. Based on the structures, the Zeffo left long before even ancient sleeper ships were invented. Also, the paintings were at her eye level but too complex for an infant to have drawn. Before she could look at any other drawings, Aphra was picked up by a large gold-colored droid with a glowing blue sphere in its chest. It was easily ten times bigger than her, and Aphra realized that the pictures were warnings about these things. "Sorry." Aphra said, grabbing the droid's arms as her electro tattoos glowed. "But I already have two girlfriends. Besides, I've had bad luck with droids." Electricity crackled around her arms and through the droid as it stopped for a moment before continuing on like nothing happened. Aphra was carried off by the droid as she kept trying to electrocute it, but nothing happened. Eventually she had to stop and groaned moodily. "Perfect." Aphra said sarcastically. "The Zeffo insulated their droids against hacking." The droid brought Aphra to a large table and set her down on it. Aphra had expected it to be rough and hard but found that it was like a soft cushion. Aphra looked around and saw that she was still in the nursery. It was that revelation that made her realize why that drawing was there. It wasn't hieroglyphics. It was a warning about this droid. This droid was the security for the Zeffo nursery. She shuddered to think what it would do to her. As if on cue, the droid stripped Aphra of her clothes until she was completely naked. It then dropped Aphra's clothes into a basket, and Aphra was flabbergasted. The security droid had stripped her naked. Why would it do that? "Look," Aphra began. "Let’s talk about this. Give me back my clothes, and I'll let you--" The droid shoved a white pacifier into her mouth. Aphra immediately spat it out, but the droid immediately shoved it back in and looked at Aphra as the blue sphere began glowing brighter. Suddenly, Aphra began sucking on her pacifier like a baby. It was then that she realized what the droid was. It wasn't an ancient security droid, though it certainly filled the role. It was an ancient nanny droid and had decided to nanny Aphra. What was worse, the droid seemed to run on the Force considering how it was able to mind trick her into sucking on her pacifier like she always did. No! What was she saying. She was a respected archeologist, kind of. She didn't have a pacifier. However, she couldn't bring herself to spit the pacifier out again. Meanwhile, the nanny droid pushed Aphra onto her back and brought out a cloth diaper with buttons on the side. It lifted up Aphra by her ankles and set the diaper down. It then rained anti-rash powder on Aphra's butt and set it down into the diaper before folding it over Aphra's crotch before putting the buttons through holes on the respective sides. The nanny droid then wrapped a brown baby bonnet onto Aphra's head and put black mittens and booties on her hands and feet. A red bib was then tied around Aphra's neck as it covered her breasts. With Aphra now dressed as a giant baby, the nanny droid picked her up and took her to the crib. She was then set down into it and tucked into the blankets and unable to move, aside from sucking on her pacifier like always. No, no! Not like always. Just since she had arrived here. Seriously, what was this ancient, Force-powered nanny droid doing to her? Unable to find the answer, Aphra drifted off to sleep. To be continued...

Dear Readers of E. Leet Weekly, I'm having some issues with my new husband, and I was hoping some of you may have had similar experiences and could share solutions. Overall, my husband and I have had two issues. One concerns his performance in our household, the other his lack there of in our bed. Both, together, point to a larger issue: my calm, logical, rational thinking vs his spoiled, immature, bratty emotional "thinking." About six months ago, I got married. It was a sort of marriage many of you are probably familiar with- one arranged based on wealth and status, rather then affection, or even having met before. He was the youngest child and only son of a new money family, and I am from a family with a dozen generations of titles and history, recently widowed from another arranged marriage to a husband with even more. For them, the marriage gave their family titles and social status they would never get otherwise. For me, it meant I had some company in my old age, and they had plenty of assets I had experience in growing. Together, it left us one of the richest and most powerful families around. That left just one, less relevant issue, to figure out- the husband itself. All I knew was his name, Toby, and that he was the youngest of his family. That should have been warning enough- what kind of name is "Toby?" Imagine my disappointment when I saw him on the wedding day. A 'man", if you could call him that, barely in his twenties. I could tell right away the sort. Immature, weak, with a soft, whimpering chin, likely dominated his entire life by the powerful older women around him, and still reliant on his parents unable to make his own decisions. I guessed, rightfully as I later confirmed, that he was still being spanked for misbehavior to that day, and in fact it took a good spanking to encourage him along the way. Still, I could make due. He couldn't make decisions on his own, but he didn't need to with me there, and if that meant he would go straight from over his mother's lap to my own, then at least he'd be used to the sensation. The problem, as is often the case, concerns the difference between expectation and reality. Apparently, this whimpering, silly little boy expected to be treated as the man of the house. I quickly showed him he wasn't even the "man" of our relationship. I still remember his face in his first lesson. It was a sight to behold... almost as much a sight as his red bottom! Once I took over all his accounts and wealth, I set about investing and purchasing as I saw fit. This did not sit well with Toby. Apparently, he thought this would be HIS job, despite my FAR greater experience and ability. After he realized I was making decisions without his input, he came in to discuss it with me. "Discuss" we did, if you could call his throwing a temper tantrum as I calmly explained that his input wasn't needed, his part was complete when he gave me his wealth and his sisters and mother got a name they could attend parties with, and he should obey me. I told him he could sign his name next to mine, even take credit in public, but it would be my choices. He continued whining as I rational explained this, until i decided that if rationality wasn't getting through his thick, adorable little head, I could try it through another path. I nodded along to his whining, then with one swift motion, grabbed his wrist, undid his pants, and pulled him over my lap. He was too shocked to respond at first, perhaps guessing it was some kind of sex game (more on THAT topic later), but when the first spank fell on his upturned bottom, the reality of the situation hit as hard as the spanking he was about to receive. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Many readers here will recognize the good, sure effect of a spanking for their misbehaved husbands. I really wonder what worked better for my husband's mentality. The pain, or the embarrassment of my having to punish him as if he was a child, with members of our staff watching on top of it! He probably thought he was above them, so having them see him get spanked, knowing if anything THEY were all respected workers above such treatment and merely laughed at his naked bottom, did wonders for his mentality. Oh, sure, he struggled. He whined, cried, called for the staff to help him, kicked, punched... all for naught. He may have thought that as a "man" he could overpower me, but a lifetime of privilege had left the narrow shouldered, thin armed boy with little muscle or knowledge of how to fight, while I had spent years exercising and practiced judo with the other women for self defence. A brief pause, an arm twisted behind his back, and I continued the spanking with new vigor. Soon, he was in tears and just begging me to stop. Once I decided he had enough, I waited for his apology, then sat him on my lap, pants still around his ankles. It was a fine sight for a "man," cuddling in my lap, knees practically in a fetal position, and huffing and sniveling into a handkerchief like a baby. (More on THAT later too) I then calmly explained the reality of his situation. He was a silly little boy with no valuable skills or experience, who was lucky to come from a rich family. The only benefit he could provide was what was now exposed between his legs, and the opportunity it provided to his parents to marry him off. They wanted social status, and had traded him, along with a hefty dowry, to me for that. Now, his part was done, and he could enjoy his rich, luxurious life as the real adults made decisions for him. All he had to do was be a good boy and let us make the decisions, and I'd let him continue his life while buying him all the toys and pretty clothes he wanted. If he fought too much, I had no issue "losing" him somewhere on the street, and everyone BUT him would still get what they wanted. Oh, sure, there was more whining, but it was hard for him to argue while squirming on his recently spanked bottom. This was the first time he challenged his situation, and ended quickly, but it would be far from the last. Though I couldn't yet ensure he always behaved, however, we now established a good way to correct his misbehavior. To me, it was more important to teach him that I could spank him when I saw fit, and would do so when needed, then to simply stop the one outburst. So, from then on, his spankings came regularly. Any fighting or backtalk, any sign of his bratty attitude, or just any time my rational explanations didn't land in his confused brain (which was often), I'd fix the issue by pulling him over my lap, pants down, for a long, hard, spanking. At first, he struggled and fought, which probably humiliated him even more he realized how easily I could overpower him. Then he moved to whining and begging, which really just made the situation all the more adorable for me. He tried ordering, then asking, the staff for help, which lead to them snickering and reinforced he had no power over them despite officially being the "man" of the house. (At this point they were already calling him "boy of the house" as a joke) He at one point threatened to out my behaviour to his family, and I invited him to do just that, go to his family and tell them his new wife could over power him and spank him at will. His blushing face said it all as he realized their reaction would probably be laughing and congratulating me for finding the right way to deal with their bratty younger brother. And really, what choice did he have? I explained each possible outcome. He could ask for help from others, and be laughed at. He could divorce, but then his submissiveness would be made public in court, and not only would he lose all his fortune to me, but his pride. Then what? He could run to his family, but would they take the sad little loser who had lost most of their money? They never respected him to begin with, and they got what they wanted from him-connection to old wealth. Or, he could exercise and try to fight back, but the staff were on my side, and unlike him my complaining about him would lead to people supporting me rather then laughing and an even more one-sided divorce. I had him by the balls, or whatever he had where they should have been. So, the spankings continued. I added some other punishments. For anyone wondering, "corner time"- having them stand facing the corner and unmoving for an hour or so- will work wonders on your husband when they throw particularly emotional tantrums. Embarrassing clothes (MUCH more on this later) help, as did early bedtimes. However, the spankings still reigned supreme as the authority in my husband's new life. The staff learned to recognize the signs, and would snicker at him as he sat squirming on his aching bottom, or laugh outright when they waled in on him, nose in the corner, with his pants around his ankle and bright red bottom on display for all to see. He, of course, threatened to tell people. I'm sure in his spoiled little brain that made sense in a way, and he envisioned some force coming to help him. I simply laughed, and told him to do it- tell everyone that he was upset because despite his being a grown man, his wife was spanking him daily for misbehaving like a naughty child. His face dropped, and I sent him to the corner. It only took a few weeks and perhaps a one or two dozen spankings for him to accept them and start crawling over my lap on command. If he argued, all i had to do was raise an eyebrow and point to my lap, and he sighed, then bend over obediently. What a good boy he was, for a short while. That is when I started pushing further. I think, in his mind, while he was clearly beneath me, he still saw himself as above the staff. This idea was soon squashed. The first time I sent a maid to collect him, he shouted and argued as bad as the first disagreement. I had noticed an error in the paperwork I had him fill out, and sent her to tell him to come to me for his spanking. I fixed this problem by going down myself. When he saw me with my arms folded, he stuttered and claimed he didn't believe the maid. I assured him she wouldn't lie, told him he had doubled his spanking and corner time by arguing, and ordered him over my lap. From then on, I almost exclusively used maids to order him in, reinforcing his new status. (This one is already written and the next parts should be up soon. I just need to edit to fit the rules of this page)

Chapter 1: A Day Out and About The morning light streamed into our bedroom, painting soft stripes across the floor. I stirred, feeling the familiar warmth of your presence beside me. It was to be a special day, an outing into the bustling world, and for that, my precious boy needed to be prepared. "Time to wake up, my dear," I murmured, gently stroking your stylized short black hair. You blinked, your athletic build stretching beneath the sheets. "Mommy has a lovely day planned, and for that, my little girl needs to be perfectly dressed." Your eyes widened slightly, a hint of that charming embarrassment already beginning to bloom. You knew what "dressed as my little girl" entailed, especially for a public outing. First, the diaper change. I led you to the changing station, the soft rustle of your night diaper a prelude to the main event. "Let's get you fresh and ready," I cooed, deftly removing the soiled padding. Your Caucasian skin was smooth and warm beneath my touch as I cleaned and powdered you. Then came the main event: a very thick white disposable diaper. Its crinkly plastic whispered secrets as I secured it, ensuring it was snug and perfectly positioned. The bulk was undeniable, a soft, padded cloud around your lower half. "There, my little girl," I praised, patting your bottom. "Perfectly padded for our adventure." Next, your attire. I helped you into the plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top, which, as designed, barely reached your waist, leaving the top of your thick diaper proudly on display. Your white thigh-high stockings were pulled up smoothly, meeting the bottom of your top, and finally, your black Mary Janes completed the adorable ensemble. You stood meekly, a faint blush on your cheeks, but I could see the quiet acceptance in your eyes. I, of course, was in my full leather glory: the black corset, ruffled underwear, thigh-high stockings, and knee-high boots. My long, straight red hair cascaded down my back, a vibrant contrast to my dark attire. In my hand, I carried your babyish pink backpack-style diaper bag, adorned with a sweet little cartoon bunny – a clear statement for anyone who might notice. As we stepped out into the outside sunlight, hand in hand, the gentle crinkle of your diaper was a constant, subtle accompaniment to our steps. We were a sight, undoubtedly, but my comfort in my dominance meant I paid no mind to curious glances. My focus was entirely on you, my precious little girl, walking obediently by my side. We strolled through the Mall, the soft sounds of your diaper a private symphony between us. I squeezed your hand, a silent reassurance. I knew being dressed this way in public could bring about a mix of emotions for you – the thrill of submission, the slight flush of embarrassment, the underlying comfort of knowing you were completely under my care. We browsed through shops, my hand never leaving yours, your meekness a charming display of your current persona. Chapter 2: A Moment of Rebellion and Public Correction As we entered a vibrant toy store, your eyes, usually so demure in your girl persona, lit up with a boyish excitement. You tugged on my hand, pointing towards a shelf filled with action figures. "Mommy, look!" you exclaimed, the girl persona momentarily forgotten in your enthusiasm. I smiled indulgently, my voice a gentle reminder. "Yes, dear, I see. But remember who you are today, my little girl." You looked down at your frilly top and stockings, a shadow of embarrassment crossing your face. "Yes, Mommy," you mumbled. But the allure of the toys proved too strong. As I browsed a display of educational games, I felt a sudden, insistent tug on my hand. You had wandered over to the action figure aisle and were reaching for a brightly colored superhero, your double-diapered bottom wiggling with impatience. "I want this one, Mommy!" you insisted, your voice taking on a demanding, almost defiant tone. The little boy in you was resurfacing, testing the boundaries, forgetting your place. This was it. The acting out I knew was sometimes a part of you, a necessary push against the loving limits I set. In that moment, in the middle of the toy store, I knew I had to address it. I knelt down, bringing myself to your eye level, my expression firm but calm. "My sweet girl," I began, using your designated persona, "you know that acting out and demanding things is not how my well-behaved little ones behave, especially when we are out in public. You are dressed so beautifully and should be on your best behavior. Do you understand me?" Your lower lip trembled slightly, and your eyes welled up with tears. The attention we had drawn from a nearby women escape my notice. This was a perfect opportunity for a gentle, yet public, reminder. "Now, what do we say when we want something, my dear?" I prompted softly. You sniffled, "Please, Mommy?" "That's better," I said, stroking your cheek. "But wanting something doesn't mean you get it, especially when you forget your manners. And you have certainly forgotten them, haven't you?" I stood up, still holding your hand, and addressed you with a slightly louder voice, just enough for those around us to hear. "Because my little girl has been a bit naughty and forgotten her manners, perhaps a little reminder is in order." I reached into your babyish diaper bag, retrieving a spare diaper and a small travel-sized pack of baby wipes. Kneeling down again, I gently but deliberately checked your diaper in front of the other shoppers, making sure the crinkling sound was audible. I even pulled at the leg elastic a bit, ensuring the thickness was evident. "Hmm," I said, loud enough for a few heads to turn, "it seems my little one might need a change soon. We wouldn't want her to be uncomfortable, would we?" The implication was clear. My "little girl" was in diapers, a fact now subtly announced to those around us because of your misbehavior. The color rose in your cheeks, a mixture of shame and embarrassment. "Now, are you going to remember your manners and who you are, my sweet girl?" I asked, my voice softening but still firm. You nodded quickly, tears still clinging to your eyelashes. "Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy." "That's my good girl," I said, standing up and taking your hand again. "Now, let's go find something else to look at, shall we?" We left the toy aisle, the untouched action figure a silent reminder of your little rebellion and its gentle consequence. Chapter 3: Returning Home and Aftercare The rest of our shopping trip was uneventful. You remained quiet and obedient, occasionally glancing up at me with apologetic eyes. Once we were back home, the familiar comfort of our space enveloped us. I led you directly to the changing station. "You weren't very good at the store, were you, my little girl?" I said softly, my gaze steady as I began to remove your Mary Janes and stockings. Your head hung low. "No, Mommy. I'm sorry." "Apologies are a good start, but there need to be consequences for forgetting your manners and acting out, especially after Mommy has dressed you so adorably." I helped you out of your frilly top, the thick white diaper now fully on display. I removed the soiled diaper, cleaning and powdering your bottom with meticulous care. This was a moment of transition, not just of clothing, but of persona. "You know what happens when my little ones are naughty, don't you?" I asked, my voice hinting at the shift. You nodded, your eyes wide with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. Instead of a fresh diaper, I wrapped a soft towel around your bottom. "For a naughty boy, we need a different kind of reminder." I led you over to the living room, where my black leather riding crop leaned against the wall. "Lie across Mommy's lap, my sweet boy," I instructed gently but firmly, using your core persona. You obeyed, your bare bottom resting on my thighs. I stroked your hair for a moment, the silence filled with the weight of the impending consequence. "This isn't because I don't love you, my precious," I said softly. "It's because Mommy cares about you deeply and wants you to learn how to behave, especially when you are representing my little girl in public." Then, the gentle sting of the crop began. Each stroke was measured, firm but not harsh. With each tap, I reminded you of what you had done – forgetting your manners, demanding things, forgetting who you were. Your soft whimpers filled the air, and I paused occasionally to offer words of comfort and reassurance. Once the spanking was over, I held you close, letting you rest your head against my chest. "Do you understand why Mommy had to do that?" I asked gently. "Yes, Mommy," you mumbled, your voice still shaky. "Good," I said, kissing the top of your head. "Now, for my good little boy, a fresh diaper and some comfort." I led you back to the changing station. This time, I chose a double diaper for you, the extra layers rustling even more loudly as I secured them. This was the "toddler punishment" aspect, a delightful regression. Then, I dressed you in a soft pink onesie, the kind a baby might wear, the fabric stretching snugly over the immense bulk of your double diapers. I even clipped a pacifier to the front, a further regression into the little role I sometimes enjoyed you in. "There," I said, holding you in my arms. "My sweet little baby boy. All safe and sound and cared for." I rocked you gently, humming a soft lullaby until your eyelids grew heavy. I laid you down for a nap, watching over you as you drifted into peaceful sleep. Chapter 4: A Quiet Evening and Subtle Lessons As evening descended upon our home, the soft glow of the lamps cast a warm, intimate light. You were still in your soft pink onesie, the pacifier a gentle presence against your chest. The earlier events at the mall, the quick spanking, and the subsequent nap had left you subdued, yet receptive. I found you curled on the sofa, quietly observing me as I moved about the living area. I settled beside you, gathering you into my arms. Your double diaper, thick and crinkly, rustled loudly as you shifted. I ran my fingers through your short black hair, feeling the athletic strength beneath the child-like attire. The contrast always fascinated me, a testament to the layers of your being. "Feeling better, my little baby boy?" I murmured, kissing your forehead. You nodded, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "Yes, Mommy." "Good," I affirmed. "Mommy doesn't like it when her little ones are unhappy, but sometimes, a little reminder is necessary for their well-being. Do you understand that?" "Yes, Mommy," you repeated, your voice clearer now. "I forgot my manners." "And what happens when we forget our manners?" I prompted gently, my fingers tracing the outline of your visible double diaper. "Mommy has to remind me," you whispered, a faint flush coloring your cheeks. "Precisely," I said, a pleased smile touching my lips. "And Mommy loves to remind you, because Mommy loves you. Now, tell me, what was the most important thing Mommy taught you today?" You thought for a moment, then looked up at me. "To be a good boy for Mommy, especially in public." "Excellent!" I praised, a genuine warmth filling my voice. "My clever little boy." We spent the rest of the evening in quiet companionship. I read to you from one of your favorite storybooks, my voice a soothing balm. You leaned against me, the soft sounds of your crinkling double diaper a constant, comforting presence. It was in these peaceful moments that the deep care in our dynamic truly shone through. No matter the lessons, no matter the consequences, the underlying current was always one of profound love and unwavering attention. As bedtime approached, I led you back to the changing station. "Time for a fresh diaper for sleep, my sweet boy," I announced. I carefully removed the two soiled diapers, the weight of them substantial in my hand. After cleaning and powdering, I put you in a single, but still very thick, white disposable diaper. This was your "boy" diaper for sleeping, still prominent but not quite as overwhelming as the double layers. I dressed you in a loose, comfortable t-shirt for the night. Chapter 5: A New Day, A New Test (or Treat) The morning brought with it a fresh promise, and with it, a decision for Mommy. Would today be a day for continuation of lessons, or for pure, unadulterated adoration? I watched you as you stirred, still in your comfortable t-shirt, your single diaper visibly thick beneath the fabric. You stretched, a small yawn escaping your lips, and the soft rustle of your diaper was the first sound in the quiet room. I decided on a blend. A gentle reminder of your place, but also a celebration of my little girl. "Good morning, my sweet boy," I greeted, leaning over to brush a kiss on your forehead. You blinked, a sleepy smile gracing your lips. "Morning, Mommy." "Time to get up and get ready for a special treat," I announced. "Mommy has a surprise for her good little one, and today, Mommy wants her little girl to be extra adorable." Your eyes widened with anticipation. I led you to the changing station. I removed your night diaper, cleaning and powdering you with gentle care. This time, I chose to put you in a double diaper again, specifically for the "adorable girl" persona I had planned for the day. The extra layers rustled delightfully as I secured them. Then, instead of your usual at-home attire, I picked out a new outfit – a pale yellow frilly romper, also with a cute embroidered bunny, and a tiny matching bonnet. "Today, my little girl is going to be exceptionally cute for Mommy," I cooed, helping you into the outfit. The romper was short, designed to perfectly frame your padded bottom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, a blush creeping up your neck. The embarrassment was still there, a charming part of your persona as my girl, but mingled now with a hint of curiosity about the "special treat." "Are we going out, Mommy?" you asked softly, pulling at the hem of the romper. "We are, my dear," I confirmed, picking up your babyish diaper bag, already packed with spares and wipes. "And today, Mommy wants everyone to see just how adorable her little girl is." Chapter 6: A Public Display of Affection (and Diapers) Our destination was the local park. The sun was shining brightly, and families were out enjoying the day. This was a place where our dynamic, when presented with purpose, could be truly appreciated – or at least, noticed. As we walked, hand in hand, the gentle crinkle of your double diaper was amplified by the open space. Your yellow romper, though adorable, did little to hide the undeniable bulk beneath. I could feel the occasional curious glance, the quick double-takes, and a few whispers, but I paid them no mind. My focus was entirely on you, my precious little girl, walking beside me. We approached the swings. "Would my little girl like to swing?" I asked, my voice a gentle lilt. Your eyes lit up. "Yes, Mommy, please!" I lifted you, your diapered bottom comfortably supporting you as I placed you in the swing. As I pushed you higher and higher, your giggles filled the air, pure and uninhibited. The sheer joy on your face was a reward in itself. Every push made your diaper sway, a subtle, charming display of my control. After the swings, we found a quiet bench. I pulled out a sippy cup from your diaper bag, filled with apple juice, and offered it to you. You took it eagerly, sipping slowly, your hands wrapped around the colorful handles. "Mommy's good girl loves her juice, doesn't she?" I praised, gently stroking your cheek. You nodded, a little bit of juice clinging to your lip. I pulled a small cloth from the diaper bag and wiped it away, as any doting mommy would. A young couple walked by, and I caught the man's eye. He quickly looked away, but not before a faint blush crossed his face. I allowed myself a small, private smile. These subtle acknowledgements, these silent confirmations of our dynamic, were a thrilling part of our public outings. We spent the afternoon at the park, enjoying the simple pleasures. Your compliance, your occasional innocent questions, and the complete trust you placed in my hands filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. The day was a testament to the beauty of our power exchange, a loving and caring environment where my dominance ensured your well-being, even when expressed in such a unique way. As we walked home, the setting sun casting long shadows, you leaned into my side, tired but content. The crinkle of your double diaper was a comforting rhythm, a constant reminder of who you were for me, and who I was for you. Upon arriving home, before anything else, I led you to the changing station. "Such a good girl at the park," I praised, beginning to unfasten your double diapers. "But now it's time for a fresh, dry bottom." The weight of the two soiled diapers was significant. After cleaning and powdering, I put you back into a single, very thick white disposable diaper, and then dressed you in your usual black T-shirt and comfortable shorts, transitioning you back to your "boy" persona for the evening. Chapter 7: An Invitation to a Special Gathering The invitation arrived subtly, nestled amidst the usual bills and circulars. It was a thick, cream-colored card, embossed with a delicate, almost whimsical crest. My eyes, however, immediately sought the small, almost imperceptible symbol in the corner – a discreetly stylized pacifier, intertwined with a flowing ribbon. Ah, a gathering of our kind. I smiled, a slow, knowing curve of my lips. It was an invitation to a private Adult Baby themed party, hosted by a well-respected Domme I knew from certain exclusive circles. This wasn't a public exhibition like our mall strolls, but a safe, shared space where such dynamics were not only understood but celebrated. It was an opportunity for me to display my care for you, and for you to fully embrace your persona, among those who truly appreciated it. "My dear boy," I announced later that evening, finding you settled comfortably in your black T-shirt and shorts, your single diaper thick and crinkly beneath. "Mommy has received a very special invitation. A party." Your eyes widened. "A party, Mommy?" "Indeed," I confirmed, observing your reaction. "A gathering of other Mommies and their precious little ones, much like us. A place where you can be truly free to be my little girl, without any need for discretion." A mixture of excitement and apprehension crossed your face. You were a little bit cheeky and naughty, yes, but also a little bit meek and embarrassed by your girl persona, particularly around others. This was a chance to help you grow, to truly own that part of yourself in a supportive environment. "Will... will other boys be dressed like girls too, Mommy?" you asked, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. "Some will be boys, some will be girls, some will be toddlers, some will be babies," I explained patiently, running my fingers through your short black hair. "Everyone there understands and celebrates what we are. It is a place of comfort and acceptance, my precious." I laid out the expectations. "For this party, you will be my full-time little girl. That means no acting out, no demands, and complete obedience to Mommy. It is a special occasion, and my little girl must be on her very best behavior to make Mommy proud." Before the party, the ritual began. I led you to the changing station, removing your current diaper. After a thorough cleaning and powdering, I meticulously applied your double diapers, ensuring maximum bulk and crinkle. The sound was almost a symphony. Then, I helped you into your plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top, your white thigh-high stockings, and your black Mary Janes. You looked utterly adorable, a perfect little girl, ready for the evening. Chapter 8: The Party Unfolds - A Diapered Gala The venue was an elegantly decorated private hall, transformed with soft lighting, plush seating, and playful, yet sophisticated, touches. Giant building blocks served as decorative accents, and a gentle lullaby-like music played softly in the background. The air hummed with a unique energy – a mix of adult conversation and the occasional rustle of diapers, the innocent gurgles and murmurs of those embracing their inner littles. I was, of course, in all my leather glory. My black corset accentuated my voluptuous figure, the ruffles of my underwear peeking playfully. My long red hair gleamed under the soft lights, and my knee-high boots added to my commanding presence. On my arm, I carried your special babyish diaper bag, a clear statement of my role. You, my darling, were a picture of adorable submission. Your plain pink frilly A-Line midriff top seemed even shorter than usual, highlighting your athletic build and, most importantly, the undeniable bulk of your double diapers. Your white thigh-high stockings and black Mary Janes completed the look, making you undeniably my little girl. The initial embarrassment was palpable, a shy flush on your cheeks as you clung to my hand, but I could sense a growing curiosity as you observed the other attendees. We mingled, and I introduced you to other Mommies and their littles. There was a stern yet kind Mommy whose "boy" was contentedly building a tower of blocks, his substantial diaper visibly straining against his overalls. Another gentle Mommy was cooing over her "baby girl," who was dressed in a pristine white layette, complete with a matching bonnet. "This is my little girl," I announced proudly, presenting you. "She can be a bit cheeky at times, but she's learning." You curtsied shyly, a delicate movement that accentuated the crinkle of your diapers. The other littles, in various stages of diapered attire, offered their own greetings – some a wave, some a tentative peek from behind their Mommies. The atmosphere was one of quiet understanding and acceptance. Later, as the evening progressed, the playful side of the party emerged. There was a designated "playpen" area with oversized soft toys, where some of the littles engaged in gentle wrestling or quiet play. I watched as you, emboldened by the acceptance around you, tentatively ventured closer to a pile of soft blocks. I allowed you a few minutes to explore, observing your hesitant yet growing comfort in this environment. At one point, a playful challenge was announced: "The best-dressed little!" I gently adjusted your frilly top, ensuring your diaper was perfectly positioned. You stood meekly beside me, your embarrassment a charming addition to your attire. While you didn't win, the applause and encouraging smiles from the other Mommies filled you with a visible sense of pride. You even offered a small, shy wave. Chapter 9: Consequences and Comfort - The Aftermath of Joy The journey home from the party was filled with a quiet contentment. You were tired, nestled against me in the car, your double-diapered form a warm presence. The loud crinkling of your diapers was a familiar, comforting sound, a testament to the night's events. Once we were back in the privacy of our home, I guided you directly to the changing station. "You were a very good girl tonight, my precious," I praised, my voice soft. "Mommy is very proud of how well you behaved." You beamed, basking in my approval. "I tried to be a good girl, Mommy." "And you succeeded, mostly," I chuckled, beginning to unfasten your double diapers. The sheer volume of the soiled padding was impressive. "Though there was that one moment, wasn't there?" You frowned slightly. "When I tried to reach for the cookies at the snack table without asking?" "Precisely," I confirmed. "A little lapse in manners, even for a good girl. And Mommy believes in consistency." After carefully removing both soiled diapers, cleaning and powdering your bottom, I gently placed you back into a single, very thick white disposable diaper. This was your "boy" diaper for sleeping, a comfortable yet still prominent padding. "Now, my sweet, you know what Mommy does when her little ones forget their manners, even just a little bit." You nodded, a familiar apprehension entering your eyes. I led you to the living room. "Lie across Mommy's lap, my sweet boy," I instructed gently but firmly, shifting you back to your core persona for this intimate correction. You obeyed, your diapered bottom resting on my thighs. I stroked your hair for a moment, the silence filled with the weight of the impending consequence. "This is just a little reminder," I murmured, my hand rising and falling in firm, controlled strokes. "That Mommy sees everything, and Mommy always ensures her little boy remembers his manners." Your whimper was soft, quickly stifled, and soon, the spanking was over. I pulled you close, rubbing your reddened bottom through the diaper. "All better now, my love," I cooed, stroking your hair. Then, I dressed you in a soft, oversized t-shirt – a comfortable transition from your party attire to the quiet of home. I placed a fresh pacifier in your mouth, a soft hum of contentment vibrating from your chest as you took it. I carried you to our large, plush armchair, settling you comfortably on my lap. I wrapped a soft blanket around us, and gently rocked you. The party, the new experiences, the small transgression, and the loving correction had left you exhausted. Your eyes fluttered closed, your breathing deepening into the slow, even rhythm of sleep. I sat there for a long time, simply holding you, my cherished boy. The weight of your diapered body, the soft sound of your breathing, the quiet confidence in my dominance – it all affirmed the profound love and care that formed the bedrock of our unique dynamic. This was our life, filled with both structured lessons and boundless affection, a testament to the strength and beauty of a FemDom Mommy and her beloved boy.

Young Samuel, just 14 years old, had managed to sneak into the apartment and was looking around for something interesting. He stumbled upon a brand-new smartphone, which he excitedly tossed into his backpack. "This is off to a great start," he thought to himself as he searched for more items, preferring small and easy-to-carry objects. After some effort, he managed to open a few drawers in a large cabinet. Besides some clothes, he discovered a box filled with jewelry. "Today is my lucky day!" he exclaimed, shoving the entire box into his backpack, unaware that the house belonged to a police officer named Gorian

how do you spank your baby/little girls when they are bad? or How have you been spanked when you was bad and did a nono

Cody and Kyle thought they locked the door to the college laundry room but unfortunately for them it wasn't. College girls walk in on them in with both boys just in their diapers. Which then the girls smile and have some fun humiliating plans for them. Art by jigarvasani

I wrote another story. Here it goes. Feedback is welcome. I find I really enjoy writing these even if they are a bit unrealistic. Chapter 1. [Isla] I pulled in to the restaurant and drove up to the valet. I grabbed my purse, left the key in the cupholder and got out of the car. "Are you here for dinner Maam?" The valet asked me. "Yes." I responded. "Enjoy your meal" the valet responded. I walked up the stairs to the restaurant's front door. It was the monthly gathering of the BroCo girls and Ava had picked the place this time. The BroCo girls stands for Brown College Housing. I am meeting two of my former suitemates from the University of Virginia where we all went to college and shared a suite. We have been meeting at least once every month for the last five years. The BroCo girls are a trio. There is me Isla. I majored in marketing while in college. During my lovely time there I also met Nico, my husband. I work as a marketing manager at a tech startup called NannyDingo. It is a start up where we help familes find nannies. The second to our trio is Ava. She is my best friend and my closest confidant. She is exactly what you would expect from a woman whos job is to crunch numbers all day and handles people's taxes. She is even keeled, smart, sexy, and happily divorced. Finally, to complete our trio is Mae. She is the odd ball out of the group. She studied business in school and then did nothing with it. She is currently an unemployed nanny who is leaning on me hard to help her find a job working at NannyDingo. The problem with this, and the main reason she works as a nanny, is she likes her freedom. She somehow got convinced that being a nanny means she is free to do other things whenever she wants. So of the three of us, she is the most accomplished traveler, the person with the coolest stories, and the one who is always pushing us out of our shell. I walked in to the restaurant and looked around for Ava & Mae. As I scanned the bar and restaurant I saw the girls sitting at the far corner of the restaurant. I passed by the hostess and walked over to the table. As I arrived Ava and Mae stood up and we all exchanged hugs prior to sitting down. Almost immediately, upon sitting down the waiter appeared. "What can I get you ladies" he asked? "I will take whatever the cheapest IPA you have" Mae said. "Glass of your house Rose" Ava responded. "Scotch. A spayside, double please with an ice cube" I responded. "Right away ladies" the waiter responded and walked off to get our drinks. "The cheapest IPA you have! Really" Ava said while looking at Mae. "What!?! An unemployed nanny doesn't give you a lot of disposable cash" Mae replied. I laughed. I always loved the banter we had. "I got you tonight Mae" I responded. "Just enjoy the evening. I just want to relax and hang out with you all." "Thanks Isla. You stressed or something. Hitting the heavy stuff pretty early aren't we?" Mae asked. That is the thing with Mae. You want to always sell her short but she was not stupid. In fact she was quite smart. Which is why it is was so perplexing considering how little she cared about her career. I bit my lip and frowned. I didn't want this dinner to be all about me. "Nothing. How are you all doing? What is new?" I asked. Ava looked at Mae and then looked at me. "Yea no dice. What is bothering you?" Ava asked. I looked at Mae and Ava. I told Ava everything and Mae most things. I needed a safe place to process things and I had no better friends than the ones sitting at this table. "It is just things with Nico." I said. "You guys get in a fight?" Mae asked. "No. We didn't get in a fight. It is just....I found out something about him that he had never told me" I said. "If he cheated on you......" Ava started to angrily say. "No No No. It isn't that" I responded. "It is just that I went to use the computer last night and Nico had accidently left his browser up." "What was it Isla" Ava demanded. "I don't know if I should say. He would probably be very upset if I said anything." I said rather meekly. "Oh nonsense" Mae responded. I bet it isn't worse than anything any of us 3 girls have done" "I would be careful saying that" Ava said. "We are all not you" "It is clearly some porn site. What was it Isla?. Was it some bondage or S&M site?" Mae asked. I looked at them and laughed. I wish it was just simply a porn site. "Spit it out" Ava demanded. "Ok. It was a porn site. But it wasn't either of what you said Mae. It was an adult baby porn site" I whispered very quiety. "A WHAT" Ava almost shouted. Right as Ava was about to ask more the waiter showed up with our drinks. As he was handing us our drinks I heard him ask "Can I get you appetisers or take your food order" "I think we are good for now" Ava replied. "Give us a few minutes if you don't mind" "Sure thing Maam" the waiter responded. The waiter took his tray and walked away. Before he could get out of earshot range Ava was already asking questions. "What is an adult baby porn site" Ava inquired. Before I could even begin to respond Mae chimed in. "It is a website where people like to dress up and act as babies." Mae said nonchalantly. "How do you know about this?" Ava asked. "How do you not?" Mae responded. "I had never heard of it either before three days ago either Mae" I responded. "So is Nico an adult baby?" Mae asked. "He says he is not." I responded. "Then what was he doing on that site?" Ava asked. "He could of just clicked on a random link" Mae offered. "No. Once I figured out what the site was and what he was looking at I confronted him." I said. "At first, he was acting weird and denying it all but it was obvious he was didn't accidently click on that site. It took a while but he eventually came clean." "What did he say" both Mae and Ava asked. "He likes diapers. Apparently he has always had an interest in them and he has a fantasy of being forced to wear them" I responded. "Oh so he is a diaper lover" Mae said. "What is the difference?" Ava asked. "A diaper lover is someone who just likes the diaper part, not necessarily being treated like a baby." Mae responded. "What was your reaction" Ava said. "Oh my god I would have no idea how to react." "That is the thing. I am still processing it" I said. "I mean we talked about it for a good two hours. In typical Nico fashion he was very explicit and detailed about it initially, and now he wont' talk about it at all again. I took a good long sip of my scotch and felt the cool liquid burn my throat. I looked at Ava and Mae to see what their reactions were but I couldn't really tell anything from their facial expressions. "So what exactly did he say?" Mae asked. "Essentially that he likes the idea being forced to wear a diaper. He has never actually wet one but that thought it might be fun. It is the whole submissive part of it." "Figures he would be submissive if he likes diaper discipline" Mae casually said. "What are you talking about Mae" Ava asked. "Diapers as punishment. You force the person to wear and wet a diaper. Usually involves spanking and some huniliation as well" Mae responded. "I mean Nico has always enjoyed when I would smack him on the butt" I said. "Every now and then I will pop him on the butt and you can see he enjoys it. He also likes it when I talk to him in a stern tone." "So are you going to do anything? Are you going to put your Nico in a diaper" Ava asked. "That is the thing. I can't do it. I love Nico. But I don't want to do this. I don't want to diaper my husband and force him to do things. I only pop him on the butt because I know he likes it. But that is about as far as I am willing to go" I said. "Did you tell him that?" Ava asked. "I told him I need time to process" I replied. "This is all so new" "Oh God Isla. I am so sorry" Ava said. "Why are you sorry?" Mae asked. So he has a diaper fetish. He was too embarrassed to say anything and now you know. What is the problem?" "What would you do if you had a boyfriend ask you to put him in diapers?" Ava asked "It isn't my thing but if it was that important to him I would give it a shot. I have literally changed thousands of diapers. What is one more?" "I just can't do it." I said. "I know he really wants to try it out. It was obvious when we talked. He said even if we just tried it once but it is too much." "I'll do it" Mae said. I almost spit my drink out. I think Ava actually spilled a little on her. I looked at Mae expecting to see at least a smile but also a laugh. Instead she was just emotionless. "Excuse me? What did you say?" I asked her. "I will do it. If he wants someone to put do a little diaper punishment, maybe a spanking or two I can do it." Mae said. "You can't be serious" Ava said. "Why not. I make my living as a babysitter right now anyway. It is essentially the same thing. I change diapers, put kids in timeout, and make them do things they don't want to do. It doesn't sound that much different" Mae said. "It would be very different!" I said in shock. "How" Mae responded. "He is a grown man." I said. "Apart from that how different would it be. At least in this case I can spank him if he is misbehaving. I can't do that with the kids I nanny" Mae said. "You're serious?" I asked her. "Yea. You would have to pay me of course. I am not changing diapers for free. But I am not exactly busy right now. You would need to pay for supplies" Mae said. "I don't even know what supplies I would need" I responded. "Not much. Diapers, wipes, some restraints and a locking diaper cover, and maybe a few other miscellaneous items" Mae said. "How do you know so much about this?" Ava asked. "I had heard about diaper punishment before. I will do some research on it but the concept isn't that difficult. YOu put someome in a diaper to punish them" Mae said. "I can't believe I am asking this but how much?" I asked. "I usually charge 25 bucks an hour but since this will be a lot of work 40 bucks an hour." Mae said. "Do I have to be there? I really don't want to see Nico in a diaper if I can help it." I said. "ISLA. YOU CAN"T BE SERIOUS" Ava said. "I trust Mae. Besides, maybe this will assusage his desire and we can be done with it." I said. "Well I can certainly make it uncomfortable for him" Mae said. "Why don't you and Ava have a girls weekend and I will come and watch Nico." Mae said. "I can't believe we are having this conversation" Ava said. "What do you need from me?" I asked. "I need to do some research but assume the diapers and supplies will be a few hundred and then two thousand bucks for a weekend of babysitting." I poured down my drink and thought about it. This might work. I am not sure Nico would go for it but then again I am pretty sure he probably would. "Go ahead and start researching this." I said. "Ava what are you doing in two weeks.........." Chapter 2 I only had 30 minutes to finish packing before Ava arrived to pick me up. Ava and I were flying to Aruba for the weekend. Since Nico and I had had the talk he had refused to talk about it. Every time I tried to bring it up he would change the subject. I was getting pretty frustrated about the whole thing. I told Nico to clear his calendar for the weekend as well. He kept asking me why since he knew he wasn't going to Aruba with me but I wouldn't tell him. He was getting very upset about it until I finally snapped and scolded him. I essentially told him to be quiet and do as I said. It helped but now with 30 minutes until I was scheduled to leave, his nagging was becoming incessant. "Why won't you tell me what is going on?" Nico asked. "Because it is a surprise" I said. "Now quit asking me" I said in a scolding tone. "You're literally leaving in like 20 minutes and I still don't know what is going on" he said. "And rest assured before I walk out this door you will. Now stop it Nico." I told him. Nico huffed, stomped his foot and walked out of the room. "Real mature" I yelled as he walked out. I finished packing my bag and started having second thoughts on this whole idea. Mae had told me she did some research including reading the story I found on the computer and promised me she was good to go. I was incredibly nervous. What if Nico freaked out? What if he didn't like it? I was really nervous. Although the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be good if he freaked out. If he didn't, even if he didn't like it then at least we could let it go. Mae told me she would make sure it wasn't entirely fun for Nico either. After consulting more with with Mae, she thought it would be kinda interesting. I think she also wanted the money. I finished packing up my suitcase and grabbed it walking down the stairs. Nico was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked at me and my bag. "You ready to tell me what the plan is? Nico asked. Right before I could respond I heard the doorbell ring. I went to go get it but before I could do anything Nico got up and practically ran to the door. "I got it" he said. Before I could say or do anything he opened the door to allow Mae to walk in. Chapter 3 [Mae] Since the night we had dinner I had done a ton of research. I learned all about the different type of adult diapers, the different type of diaper covers, ways to keep naughty babies in a diaper along with a ton of other stuff. Isla was nervous about this but I was actually a little excited about this. I could do a friend a huge favor, earn a few bucks, and have some fun this weekend. I had known Nico almost as long as Isla had known Nico. She introduced him to the BroCo crew almost immediately when they met. He was always nice, but always presented himself as a confident, extraverted, almost arrogant in a sense type of person. But from what Isla had told me, he was also very shy at times. From my research, a lot of people who secretly liked diapers had a similar outgoing personality In my research, it turns out that for a lot of people they never get to fulfill their fantasy. And if what Nico said was true, he had never wet a diaper as an adult, never had someone spank him, or make him do things he didn't want to do. I was curious to see how he would react when he didn't want to do something. No matter how the weekend turned out, it would be interesting. I would earn some cash, Nico would get to experience having a babysitter for a weekend, and Isla could get away with Ava for the weekend. When I rang the doorbell to Isla's house, Nico opened it up ushering me in. I grabbed my suitcase, my purse, and my backpack and walked in. "Are you going also?" Nico asked. His tone was one of annoyance. Isla told me he had no idea what was going on and I guess he was getting upset about not being in the know. I watched Isla come up to the doorway too. I gave her a hug and whispered in her ear "You ready?" I asked. She hesitated for less than a second and then nodded. I turned around and closed the door. I looked at Nico and shook my head. "Nico I need you to go sit down while I talk to Isla for a quick second" I said. "What?" Nico asked incredulously. "Go sit down on the couch and give me a minute please" I reiterated. Nico looked at me and then at Isla and walked over to the couch and sat down. "Any special rules or anything I need to be aware about?" I asked Isla. She had the look of a deer in headlights. Fortunately we were interrupted by Ava honking her horn letting Isla know it was time to leave. "Ok. It looks like Isla has to go. Nico I will be your babysitter for the weekend while Isla is out of town" I said. "What the fuuuuu" Nico started to say. "Unless you want your mouth washed out with soap I suggest you close your mouth" I said in my nanny tone. Nico quit talking and just stared at me. "Now as I was saying. Isla is headed out and must go. I will be babysitting you this weekend. I am hoping for an enjoyable weekend but that really depends on you. Do you understand me?" Nico's throat dropped to the floor. He just stood here and nodded. "Good. Now Isla you better get going or you will miss your flight" I told her. Isla nodded, went over to her husband and gave him a kiss. "Umm...I guess you be good for Mae. I uh don't want to get a bad report while I am gone" Isla said. Isla then grabbed her bag at the front door and walked out closing the door behind her. "Mae, what the hell is going on?" Nico asked. I walked in to the living room and shut off the television. "This will be the only time I hear any more bad words out of your mouth. Isa loves you very much. So to help fulfill your fantasy she hired me as your babysitter for the weekend while she is out of town" "What the hell Mae......" Nico started to say before he could finish his sentence I pulled out a pacifier from my bag and stuck it in his mouth. "Don't take that out of your mouth" I warned him. He just looked at me and I could see that he wanted to spit it out. I could also tell he was pretty excited as well as his submissive side was coming out. "Now as I was saying. Isla hired me to babysit you for the weekend while she is in Aruba. This can either be a lot of fun for you or not. It solely depends on you. I want you to nod your head if you understand" Nico slowly nodded his head. "Are you going to behave and listen to me?" I asked. Nico slowly nodded his head. "Good boy." I said. "Now first things first. Lets get you in to a nice clean diaper" Nico spit out his pacifier. I picked up the backpack I had along with the pacifier Nico had just spit out. "I am not wearing a diaper" Nico said. I grabbed the pacifier from the floord and walked over to Nico. I pop the pacifier back in his mouth and sat on the couch. I grabbed his arm and pulled him across my lap. "What are you doing Mae" Nico demanded. I started to pull down his pants and immediately one of his hands went to his butt to try and stop it while he used his other hand to hold himself up so he was not completely over my lap. I reached in to my backpack and pulled out pair of locking mittens I bought on etsy. I put the mitten on his hand over his butt and quickly tightened the strap applying the magnetic lock to the buckle of the mittnes. I then pushed away that hand and grabbed his other hand. I secured the mitten on that hand along with applying the lock. "What the hell are these?" Nico screamed. I proceeded to pull his pants down exposing his butt. I reached in to my backpack and pulled out my hairbrush. It was a wooden hairbrush perfect for this type of situation. I took the back part of the hairbrush and brought it down sharp on his butt CRACK "OWwWW" Nico cried and brought both hands up to try to cover his butt. I grabbed both hands and quickly attached the rings on the gloves together with a small carabiner securing his hands behind his back. This brought all his weight on my lap. I grabbed the carabiner and moved his hands above his butt giving me a clear room to contine. I continued to spank him 5 more times. With each spank his cries increased but he never actually broke down. It appeared to me he was more shocked than anything else. When I was done with his spanking I lifted him back up to a standing position with his hands still secured behind his back. I looked at him and noticed he had dropped the pacifier on the floor again. "This is the last time I am going to say it. Keep that pacifier in your mouth" I told him as I reached down, and picked picked up the pacifier. I popped the pacifier in his mouth and gave him a sharp spank on his butt with my hand. He jumped when my hand hit his already red butt. I reached in to my backpack and grabbed a diaper out of it. I had done a ton of research on what was the best diaper to use and came across these Rearz Safari diapers. They were super thick and were honestly just a cute looking diaper. It had animals all over it. When Nico saw the diaper his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. "I want you to lay down on the floor Nico." I told him. Nico slowly bent his knees and tried to lay down on the floor but essentially fell due to his limited hand movement. I grabbed the diaper and fluffed it out. "Move your hips up" I told him. Nico moved his hips up and slid the diaper under his butt. I reached in to my backpack and pulled out some babypower and liberally applied it to his groin. As I was reaching the for the front of the diaper to pull up to his stomach I noticed that we had a slight problem with a very straight appendige. I told him to stay put and went to the fridge and grabbed two ice cubs. I came back and dropped the ice cubs right on his penis. Nico gasped and it immediately solved the problem. I quickly pulled the diaper up to his stomach and applied the tapes on both side. As Nico started to try to get up I pushed his stomach down. "Not so fast little one" I said. I reached in to the backpack and pulled out a black diaper cover. I got it from the same shop as the mittens. I slid the diaper cover up over the diaper, tightened the waiste strap and applied the magnetic lock to the buckle. "Ok now you can get up." "Whaaaat wuz thaaat" Nico said with the pacifier still in his mouth. I removed the pacifier from his mouth. "What is that?" he asked again. "That is your diaper cover. It prevents babies from tampering with their diapers. Just a little added measure of security." "You don't really expect me to stay in a diaper for the whole weekend do you?" he asked. "You don't look to be in any position to do anything about it." I told him. "If you mess with that diaper you will go right back across my knee. There are also worse punishments than spankings. Now I am going to let you watch some TV while I unpack. I unclipped the carabiner connecting his mittens. This freed up his hands but the mittens restricted any functional use of them. I turned the TV to the disney channel and started to walk out of the living room. "I am not an adult baby" Nico said. "This is not part of my fantasy" "I am in charge Mr. If I want you to watch Disney, you watch disney. If I tell you to do something you will." I told him. "Now watch some TV and I will be back in a little bit" I grabbed my bags and took them to the guest bedroom to unpack. Chapter 4 I brought my stuff in to the guest bedroom and started to unpack. I pulled my clothes out, placed them in the top dresser. I looked in the bag and saw all the supplies I had for the weekend and left them there. My backpack was acting as a diaper bag so I decided to check there as to ensure I had everything I needed. When I looked in Nico's diaper bag I saw that I had a few spare diapers, wipes, powder, my hairbrush, another pacifier, a few bottles, and a bib. I decided that was fine and started to walk out to check on Nico. As I was opening the door, my phone vibrated. [Isla] Is everything ok? [Me] Yea. Everything is fine. I sat and smirked at the phone. I wasn't intentionally being cagey but I wasn't sure how much she wanted to know. I was still honestly surprised she agreed to this. But the look on Nico's face when I diapered him and the shock he got when I spanked him was definitely an added benefit. At the very least, he will now do anything I tell him to do when the girls are just hanging out. I felt the phone vibrate again. [Isla] Ok...... I will call you when after we land and check in at the hotel. [Me] Ok. Have fun. I will take good care of Nico while you're gone. Don't worry about him. I smirked. Isla was acting almost exactly like any of my other clients would when I was watching their baby for the weekend. I walked out of the guest room grabbing the diaper bag and and walked in to the living room. Nico was watching TV while also rubbing his mittens against his diaper cover. My suspicion being he was trying to get at his diaper and was frustrated he couldn't. "Are you hungry or thirsty little boy?" I asked him Nico looked up at me. He looked conflicted. "I am not a little boy" he exclaimed. "Let me out of these gloves and this diaper. I don't want to do this." "You're mine for the weekend. Isla hired me to babysit you. Now do you want anything to eat or drink?" I asked. "A beer" Nico said. "A little boy in diapers doesn't get a beer. I will get you something to drink." I told him. I walked back to the kitchen to see what there was. I had gotten Isla a list of groceries but I never did confirm if she got the list. Sure enough, when I opened the fridge it was full of juices, some baby food, and then some food that I specifically wanted. I grabbed the appple juice and placed it on the counter. I reached in to the diaper bag for a bottle and popped the top off. I poured some apple juice in the bottle and tightened the lid. Grabbing the bottle, I walked back in to the living room and placed it down next to Nico. "A bottle! Are you serious? I told you I don't want to be babied" he almost yelled. "Listen! I won't be yelled at. If you want another spanking keep it up. Now go to timeout" I told him. "What? Time out?" he asked incredulously. I grabbed his ear and pulled him up by it. The ear is a great thing to lead people by because it hurts when you pull it and to avoid that pain you follow where the ear goes. I walked him to the corner of the room and spanked his butt once. He jumped again but there was so much padding from his diaper I am sure it wasn't from the soreness of his butt. "Stay there until I tell you you can come out." I told him. I walked back in to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I poured it in to a glass and walked back in to the living room. I took a sip and looked at Nico standing in the corner. You could see the tip of his diaper sticking out of the cover as he kept his nose in the corner. "You need to quit arguing with me. This will be a long weekend if you don't." I told him. "Do you think you could be a good boy and stop getting in trouble." Nico turned his head and looked at me. "Keep that nose in the corner until I tell you please" I admonished him. He turned his face back in to the corner. "Yes......" He responded. "Good. You can come out" I told him. Nico turned around and walked back on to the couch. He looked at me and then looked down at the floor. In almost a whisper he said. "I need to go to the bathroom. Please let me out of this diaper so I can go to the bathroom" I smiled at him and patted him on the head. "Oh little boy. The only way that diaper is coming off is when I change you. I will check your diaper in a little while and change you if necessary." Nico looked like he wanted to cry. He had come to the realization that he couldn't do much with limited use of his hands and almost no way of removing his diaper cover. "Can you at least take these gloves off?" He whined. "I haven't decided. We will see. If you're a good boy and start minding me then you will get more privileges. Now do can continue to watch TV, or I can get you a coloring book and some crayons." "TV." He said. I stood up and walked in to the kitchen to start working on dinner. Dinner took about an hour to make and I didn't hear a word out of Nico the whole time. I set the table and placed the food on there. I walked in to the living room and saw Nico asleep on the couch. I went over to him and patted him on the butt to see if his diaper was wet. It must have woken him up because he opened his eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing?" he sleepily asked. "Just a diaper check. Dinner is ready" I told him. I grabbed his hand and helped him up off the couch and led him to the kitchen. As he sat down for dinner I reached in to my back pocket and pulled out a bib and tied it around him. "Hey what is this for?" he asked. "To keep you from getting messy." I told him. "I can eat just fine" he retored. "Ok fine. Show me." I told him. Nico attempted to reach down for his fork but of course he was wearing the mittens which kept him from even grabbing the fork. He tried to use both hands and get the fork but he just ended up dropping it on the floor. He cried out in frustration. "Its ok little boy. I will just feed you" I told him. "I DON"T WANT TO BE FED" he cried. "Let me out of these fucking mittens" he screamed. I grabbed his plate and pushed it to the middle of the table and got up and walked to the fridge. I returned with a jar of baby food and his bottle that was still untouched from earlier. I opened the baby food and grabbed a spoonful of creamed carrots. "Open wide for the airplane" I told him a sing song voice. Nico kept his mouth firmly shut. I brought the spoon to his mouth and then turned the spoon and covered his face with the baby food. He opened his mouth in shock. While his mouth was opened I quickly scooped up another spoonful of food and got it all in his mouth. "See. Thank goodness we have that bib." I told him. I held up his bottle and put the nipple in his mouth. He started drinking his bottle hard. He ended up drinking the entire bottle in 5 gulps. "My my. We have a thirsty baby". I continued to feed the fussy baby getting about half of the jar on him and the other half in his mouth. We did this over the course of 3 jars of food. I grabbed his bib and cleaned up his face. I stood up and got a wet cloth and cleaned up his face. I then reached in to the diaper bag and grabbed the other pacifier and placed it in his mouth. This pacifier had two straps that I fastened behind his head. "Bleeeeh" he said as he tried to spit out the pacifier. He pulled his hands and tried to remove the pacifier but was not able to do anything with the decreased dexerity of the mittens. "That is my punishment pacifier. I filled the dummy with a vinegar solution. You're lucky I chose not to wash your mouth out with soap due to that potty mouth of yours." I finished eating my food while Nico sat there trying to remove his pacifier and not succeeding. Once dinner was done and cleaned up, I went to go check on Nico. He had run off while I was doing the dishes. "Nico......Nico" I yelled. I found Nico standing next to the bathroom crying. "What is wrong baby?" I asked him. "I jst hd acidnt" he mumbled with his pacifier in his mouth. I came up and removed the strap keeping his pacifier in place. I then proceeded to pull the pacifier out of his mouth and put it in Nico's bag. "Try again little boy" I told him. "I just had an accident" he sobbed. "I couldn't hold it any longer". I looked down at his diaper region and saw the diaper was expanded under his diaper cover. There were no leaks and it looks like the diaper did its job. "Ok honey. Go play for 30 minutes and then we will go up and take a bath." "You're not going to change me?" He asked in shock. "I will change you in 30 minutes at bath time. You're not leaking or anything. Now go play." Nico just looked at me and I could tell he wanted to say something. Instead though, he walked away and went upstairs to his bedroom. I figured a few minutes sitting in that wet diaper would be good for him. I went to the kitchen and grabbed another beer and sat down on the couch. I started watching the news and after about 15 minutes I heard Nico shout "Mae, please come change me!" I smiled. I was very uncommon for one of my charges to scream down asking for a diaper change. I turned off the TV and stood up. I found the diaper bag in my room and then walked upstairs to Nico's bedroom. Nico was standing there trying to open the door to his bathroom. "Need some help little boy" I asked him. "I can't open the door with these stupid gloves." he whined. "Of course not. I don't want you falling in to the tub or anything. Now lets start that bath and get you cleaned up." I opened the bathroom and turned the faucet on the tub. I checked the water to make sure it was luke warm and then walked back to the bedroom where Nico was standing. "Arms up little man" I told him as I grabbed his shirt and took it off his body leaving him in nothing but his diaper cover. I reached in to the diaper bag and grabbed my keys. I walked up to the diaper cover and put the key over the magnetic lock on the strap of the diaper cover. Immediately, the lock came off and I undid the diaper cover pulling it down his legs and off. I looked at Nico standing there in his wet diaper. The diaper did its job perfectly. I was surprised at how much it expanded but it just looked like a saggy wet diaper. I pulled the tapes on each side and caught the diaper as it fell to the ground. I rolled up the soiled diaper taping it shut and walked over to the the trashcan placing the soiled diaper in it. "Bath time. Get in" I told him. Nico went and sat in the bath. I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and brought it over. Looking around, I saw a cup on the sink and grabbed that too. "What are you doing now?" he asked. "Washing your hair" I responded as I dumped a cup of water in his hair. I repeated two times making sure his hair was completely wet before applying shampoo to this head. After I lathered the shampoo on his head I dumped more water on his head and repeated the whole cycle with the conditioner. I got up and as I walked out of the bathroom I said. "You have 3 minutes to play before I come pull you out" I told him. I walked back downstairs and grabbed a pair of pajamas and a diaper from the stuff I brought. I walked back up and laid everything on the bed. I went back in to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. "All right mister. Time to get out." I told him. Nico got out of the bath and I pulled the drain. I toweled him off and walked him back to the bedroom. "Lay down on the bed so we can a diaper on you" I told him. "I don't want to wear a diaper anymore Mae." He whined. I reached back and spanked him on his partially wet butt as hard as I could. You could hear the smack it was so hard and it actually hurt my hand. I made a mental note to just spank him with my hairbrush from now on. Although, the spank worked because he immediately went and lied down on the bed. I grabbed the diaper sitting next to him and quickly diapered him making sure to put a lot of powder on him since he wouldn't get a new diaper until tomorrow morning. I also grabbed his pajamas, unzipped them and held them up. "Step in" I demanded. I looked at Nico standing there in nothing but a diaper and he looked so adorable. Nico stepped in to the pajamas. I gave his butt a few patts across his diaper and zipped up the footy pajamas hearing a click as the zipper secured in place. "Ok. You have 30 minutes before bedtime." "What!! It is only 8:30" Nico whined. "Little boys need their sleep. No go play for 30 minutes." I told him. As he was leaving I felt my phone vibrate and held it up to see who it was. It was Isla calling. I answered the phone. "Whats up?" I asked. "How is it going?" Isla asked. "Fine. How is Aruba? You and Ava having a great time?" I asked her. "Come on Mae. Tell me what is going on!" Isla said a bit exasperated "Not much. I just gave Nico a bath and we will start bedtime here in about 30 minutes." I told her casually. "Mae, quit pretending I am a mom checking on my child! Did you put him in a diaper? Did he freak out?" "Yes. I put him in a diaper almost immediately after you left. He did get a bit upset but nothing a spanking and some mittens couldn't fix" I told her. "You spanked him!?!. What do you mean mittens" Isla asked. "Yea. When I went to diaper him he put up a fuss so I put him across my knee and spanked him. I didn't want to deal with him trying to take his diaper off so I bought some mittens which prevent the use of his hands. It forces his hands in to a fist and he can't do anything with them.....like try to remove a diaper. I also have a diaper cover that he can't take off either as an extra precaution" "Oh my god!. Is he ok? Did I do the right thing?" Isla asked. "He is fine. Want me to bring him in here so you can talk to him?" I asked Isla. "No. That is fine. I don't know what to say to him anyway. But you're sure everything is ok?" Isla asked. "Yes fine. By the way when you come home Sunday, how do you want me to leave Nico?" I asked her. "What do you mean?" Isla asked. "Do you want him diapered? I can leave him in the mittens or the diaper cover and give you the key before I leave" I told her. "I don't really want to see him diapered." Isla said. "Suit yourself. But you will end up having to talk about this weekend eventually. Nothing forces a coversation like having to unlock your husband's mittens or diaper cover" I told her. "I don't want to have to do that. I think just let him be back to normal on Sunday when I arrive" Isla said. I frowned. Isla needs to see this and get over the stigma. So far it wasn't that big of a deal. "Whatever you want Isla. You're the one paying me to take care of your little one" I said. "Come on Mae. Don't say it like that" Isla said. "I just changed his diaper, gave him a bath and I am about to put him to bed. Just calling it as I see it" I told her. "Ok. I am going to have a drink with Ava. Bye" Isla said as she hung up. Chapter 5. I walked out of the bedroom and found Nico downstairs fumbling with the remote. "I can't even turn on the TV" Nico fumed. "Are you going to keep me in these mittens the entire weekend?" "When I can be sure you will behave I will take them off. But until then, get used to them. Do you want to watch a show before bedtime?" I asked him. "Clearly" he said in a defiant tone. I looked at him with a stern look. He blinked as he realized I didn't like his comment. "Do I need to remind you what happens to naughty little boys?" I asked him. Nico didn't say anything he just looked at me. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer" I told him. "No. You don't." Nico whispered softly. "Good. Listen Nico, I don't enjoy any of this. This is for you" I told him. "Isla put a lot of effort in to this for you" "Well she should of talked to me about it." He told me. "Maybe so. But when she comes home Sunday it is up to me how she finds you. Does she find big boy Nico with no diaper and wearing big boy clothes or does she find baby Nico who can't get his diaper off and needs his wife to help him" I looked at him as I said this. "I don't want her to see me like this" Nico said. "Then start listening and quit fighting me. Enjoy this weekend. You probably won't get another one." I told him. "You wouldn't really leave me like this for Isla would you?" He looked down and asked it in almost a whisper. I thought about it. I didn't want to cause problems with Nico and Isla. This was supposed to be to help Nico. However, I couldn't let Nico know that. "I would have no problem leaving you in nothing but a very wet diaper in timeout right as Isla walked in the door. She would then be the one to let you out of your mittens or diaper cover and see that puffy diaper. Or I could also just spank you right in front her too. There are quite a few different things I could do" I warned him. He gulped and looked down at the floor. "So do you think you can be a good little boy for me?" I asked him. "Yes I can" Nico said. "Good." I turned on the TV and let him watch a show on Disney plus. After the show we turned the TV off and went up stairs to his bedroom. "Ok time to brush your teeth" I told him. "You have to take these mittens off to do that." He said. I went in to the bathroom and picked up his tooth brush. I put the toothpaste on it and walked back over to him. "Open your mouth." I told him. "Mae I can do this" he whined. "Open your mouth little boy" I told him in a stern tone. He opened his mouth and I brushed his teeth for him. Once I was done I went back in to the bathroom and cleaned the tooth brush. I bought him back a cup of water. "Here you go. Rinse and go spit it out." I held the cup to his mouth and he gulped the water. He then went in to the bathroom and spit it out. I went and pulled the covers back on the bed. "Hop in" I told him. He hopped in to bed and I pulled the covers up. "Do you want a story?" I asked him "No. I don't want a story" Nico responded. Ok. I want you to stay in bed. Don't get up or out of bed until I come and get you up tomorrow. "What if I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?" Nico said. "That diaper is thick enough to last the night." I told him. "I don't want to sleep in a wet diaper" Nico said in almost a petrified tone. "Honey, did you already wet your diaper again?" I asked him. "No but I won't make it through the night without going to the bathroom" he said. "Ok. That is fine. I will change you in the morning." "No No No" he whined. "Remember our convesation Nico." I warned him. "I don't want to wear a diaper tonight. I never intended to actually wet them" he whined. "You wanted someone to control you and punish you. Now go to bed. If you get up or try to do anything to your diaper you go right back over my knee. I won't be so nice the next time. And I am serious. I have no problem spanking you in front of Isla if you deserve it" Nico rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. I wished him a good night and walked out closing the door. Chapter 6 I opened the door to Nico's bedroom at 9:00am on the dot. "Good morning little man! How did we sleep?" I asked him. "Mae my diaper is soaking wet. Please let me out of this thing" Nico whined. "My my. Did someone not make it through the night with a dry diaper?" I asked him. "Just please change me" Nico said softly. "Sure thing. We have to get you ready for the day anyway. Now are you going to behave and I will take those mittens off of you?" "Yes." Nico said with some excitement. "Good. We have a a big day and I don't think you want to explain why you are wearing these mittens" I said. "Wait....We aren't leaving the house are we?" Nico asked "Yes we are." I told him. "I am not going out in a diaper!" Nico exclaimed. "Mittens it is then I see" I calmly resonded. "No! No!! No!!!" Nico whined. "What if someone sees me?" "You will have your diaper cover on. I don't trust you enough to not try to mess with your diaper" I told him. "Now lets get you some clothes." I reached in to the makeshift diaper bag and pulled out a long sleeves onsie. Nico's eyes went wide. "What is that?" he asked. "It is a onsie. Makes it easier to change you when we are on the go." "I can't wear that!" He cried. "You can wear pants too. Now stop all this crying and whining" I told him. I put the onsie next to him on the bed and grabbed a diaper along with some wipes. I took the key to the pajamas from the bag and unlocked them. I pulled the zipper down and let Nico out. Sure enough, he was in a very puffy diaper. I made quick work of the wet diaper and replaced it with a fresh one. I also made sure to put his special diaper cover on so he wouldn't get any bright ideas while we were out. From there, I quickly put the onesie on him and told him to pick out a pair of jeans. Nico spent about 10 minutes looking for jeans but couldn't seem to find a pair he was satisified with. "None of my jeans cover this diaper enough" He said. "I don't care if you wear pants or not. Plenty of babies just wear their onsie." I told him. Nico grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and put them on. He looked in the mirror and frowned. "You can tell I am wearing a diaper!" He whined. I went up and gave him a single medium spank on the butt. The sound startled him more than anything since he was very well padded and I am sure didn't hurt him. He jumped. "Lets go downstairs and eat" I told him. I grabbed his hand and let him downstairs. I sat him at the table and reached in to his diaper bag to grab the keys to the gloves. I turned the key on the magnetic lock on each glove and removed them. I placed them in the diaper bag. "Now you better not act up today. We talked about the consequences." I warned him. "I know." He mumbled. I fixed breakfast quickly and we ate pretty much in silence. After breakfast was done, I cleaned up, grabbed the diaper bag and started heading to the door. "Lets go." I announced. Nico put his shoes on and we walked out to the car. Nico started to open the front passenger door when I stopped him. "Nope. Little boys in the back" I told him. "You can't be serious" he said. "No backtalk. Do what I say first and then you can state your case afterwards" I told him. "Where are we going?" Nico asked. "I promised a friend I would take her shopVfor a dress." I told him. "We are meeting her at the mall. Now get in the back" "I don't want to be seen at the mall!!" Nico whined. "Unless you want to get a spanking right here in the driveway get in the car Nico." Nico slowly got in the car and buckled his seat belt. I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the mall. Nico sat in the back sulking and I just ignored him. After about 30 minutes of silence, we pulled in to the mall. I got out, grabbed the backpack aka the diaper bag. I checked to make sure I had everything. Paddle.....check. Diapers...check. Wipes...check. Key to diaper cover...check. I zipped it up and opened up the backseat door for Nico. "Out" I told him. "No" he said in a defiant tone. "I am going to give you to the count of 3" I told him. "1........2........." "Fine" he shouted. Nico got out of the car, hiked his sweats up and slammed the door. I pulled back and spanked him on the butt as hard as I could. WHAAACK "What!" He exclaimed. "Stop being a brat or I will spank you right here in this parking lot." I told him. I pulled the paddle out and showed it to him. "You wouldn't dare" he said defiantly. I grabbed his ear, turned him around, and pulled the back of his pants down. I proceed to spank him with the paddle 5 times. Each time the paddle hit his diaper you could hear a loud whack. One women who was walking by saw what happened and laughed. Nico recovered and quickly pulled his pants up. "I can't believe you did that!" Nico whailed. "Keep it up and you will find out that I am more than willing to take you to the bathroom and pull that diaper down completely" I told him. "Ok ok. I am sorry." He said. I put the paddle back in the backpack, grabbed his hand and started walking. He tried to pull his hand but I held it firm. "Nico you're testing my patience. If I have to I will put you on a leash" I told him. Nico stopped pulling and we kept walking. We entered the mall entrance and headed towards Bloomingdales. When we got to Bloomingdales I headed straight towards the womens section where I found my friend Connie. Connie was a friend of mine whom I met through being a nanny. She was also my travel buddy, my partner in crime, and on a few occassions a friend with benefits. I had vaguely mentioned I was doing an abnormal babysitting job this weekend but we hadn't gone in to a lot of details on it. She certainly had no idea about the diapers, spankings, and other things. I walked up to Connie and gave her a hug. She looked at me then at Nico. "Who is your friend?" Connie asked. "This is Nico. I am babysitting him for the weekend" I responded. Nico eyes went wide but he tried to play it cool. Connie looked at me and then at Nico. "You're babysitting Nico for the weekend huh?" she asked. "Yes. You remember me talking about my friend Isla. This is her husband. Isla went out of the town for the weekend and asked me to watch him" I told her. Connie looked at me and then at Nico again. I could tell she was confused and waiting for me to elaborate. I had no intention of doing so. "Well at least he is easier than most of your other babysitting jobs I suppose" she responded in an attempt to fish for more info. "You would think...." I said. "Now lets pick out a dress" Connie and I spent the next 30 minutes looking at dresses. As we were checking one really nice looking dress I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked at Nico. "What do you need?" I asked him. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He told me. "What? I am helping Connie find a dress. Just stay here and be quiet" I told him. Connie listened to our intereaction and kept a stone face. I could tell she was trying to figure out what was going on and she hadn't.........yet. Nico backed away and stood there silently. Connie and I continued to look at dresses. After about 10 more minutes you could see Nico starting to fidget and keeping his hands at his side. He looked at me and then looked at his pants and then back at me. I ignored him and contined to help Connie with her dress choice. After about another 5 minutes, Nico came back over and whispered in to my ear. "I have to go to the bathroom" he whispered. "Go back over there now please" I told him. Nico walked back back to where he was standing. He was clearly about to have an accident and was trying everything he could to hold it. "It almost looks like he is doing the potty dance" Connie whispered. "What does he want?" "He's fine." I told her. "Don't worry about it" "What are you not telling me here?" Connie asked. "Nothing." I told her. "I haven't lied to you once" I told her with a smirk. "If you're lying to me Mae I will make sure you regret it" she warned me. Right as she said that, I guess Nico couldn't hold it anymore as he just froze. He did the same thing a toddler does when they wet their diaper and Connie picked up on it immediately. "He just wet his pants didn't he" Connie asked. "I honestly don't know" I said so as not to lie. "Why don't I see his pants getting wet" Connie asked me. "Maybe he didn't wet his pants Connie. He is a grown man" I told her. Connie put the dress back on the rack and walked over to Nico. Upon seeing her come over, Nico recovered and did a bad job of trying to act naturally. "Tell me what is going on!" Connie said. "Umm.....nothing. I am just waiting on Mae to finish helping you search for a dress" Nico responded. "You sure about that?" Connie asked. "Yes." Without warning Connie pulled the back of Nico's sweats back and looked down. She let them go and the elastic snapped back against Nico's thighs. Nico looked at Connie in horror. "What are you doing!" He almost yelled at Connie. "You stand right there and be quiet while I talk to Mae." Connie ordered. Connie walked back to where I was standing watching everything go down. "Why do I see what looks like a diaper sticking out of a diaper cover?" Connie asked. "Because he doesn't like his diaper and tries to take it off." I casually told her. "What!?! You are forcing him to wear a diaper!" Connie exclaimed. "Yea. Long story. I told you I am babysitting him for the weekend. I wasn't lying. Now can we please finish what we started." "No we can not finish what we started" Connie said. "You better tell me what is going on or so help me....." I gulped. Connie was definitely a dominant type. She was kinky in the bedroom and had actually spanked me on a few occassions. It had been a while but I was sure she would do it again if I antagonzied her. "Long story short. Isla found diaper porn on the computer. Nico fessed up. Isla wanted nothing to do with it so she hired me to babysit him this weekend to get it out of his system." I said. "And now he needs a change I take it" Connie said. "He is fine. Those are thick diapers." I said. "I will change him when we are done" "No! You will not leave him in a wet diaper Mae. Are you serious!!" Connie said incredulously. Connie grabbed me by the arm and walked over to Nico. She grabbed Nico with the other arm and walked us both to the fitting rooms. She found the handicap stall, walked all three of us in, and closed the door locking it behind her. "First things first. You probably need to be changed" Connie said looking at Nico. "Can you step outside so Mae can change me" Nico said in almost a whisper. "No. I have witnessed a lot of diaper changes." Connie said. Mae would you please change him real quick. "No. This is bullshit. Mae you will not change me in front of your fucking friend" Nico said. I shook my head and reached in to the bag and pulled out the paddle and key to the diaper cover. I walked over to Nico and sat down on the bench. I pulled his sweats down to his ankles and quickly unlocked his diaper cover dropping that to his knees also. I untaped the diaper and bent him over my knee. I grabbed the paddle and started spanking him. WHAP WHAP "I am tired of your behavior" WHAP WHAP Nico started trying to get up off my lap but I held him down. I spanked him with the paddle another 10 times and he was crying by the end of it. If there had been anyone else in there it would of left no doubt what was happening. I let Nico up off my lap and laid him down on the bench in the dressing room. I quickly changed his diaper, put the diaper cover back on, and pulled his pants back up. "Go stand in the corner for a minute" I told Nico. Nico did so without a word. Connie looked at me and smiled. I saw that she had grabbed the backpack and was taking a look in it. "These diapers are cute. And the gloves. I love them. And that diaper cover!" Connie exclaimed. "So you really are babysitting?" "Yes. And as you can see he can be quite a handfful" I told her. "Now lets finish up this dress shopping so I can get this one home for a nap" I said. I grabbed the backpack from Connie and zipped it up. I looked around, grabbed the soiled diaper. "Come on Nico." I told him. Connie, Nico, and I walked out of the changing room. I dropped the soiled diaper in the trash on the way out and we went back over to the dresses. Connie and I spent another 30 miunutes looking at dresses until finally she bought one. She checked out and we all started walking out of the mall. "I am coming over tonight" Connie said. "You are are you?" I said. "Yup. You have some explaining to do" Connie said. "Oh do I?" I said is a teasing tone. "I can't believe you kept this from me." Connie exclaimed I smiled at her as we separated at the parking dock. Chapter 7 Nico silently got in the back this time as I got in the driver's seat. The ride home was uneventful. Nico just sat in the back silent not saying anything at all. After a 30 minute ride we pulled back in to the house. Before I could even get out of the car Nico was already at the front door. We both went in the house and he sat down on the couch. "You ok?" I asked Nico. "No I am not ok! Connie saw me!! She now knows who I am" Nico cried. "Relax. She won't tell anyone." I told Nico. "Now lets have some lunch and you need a nap" I fixed lunch and then took Nico up for a nap. "I don't need a nap" Nico whined. "Yes you do. You have to be tired after the way you acted at the mall." I told him. I checked his diaper and made him lay down. "Rest for an hour and then you can come down." I told him. I went downstairs and made myself some coffee. As I sat down at the table to drink my coffee and relax I felt my phone vibrate indicating I had a message. Connie: Naughty girl. How could you not warn me about what you were doing. Me: You weren't supposed to find out. It was more to make Nico uncomfortable. Connie: You seriously think I wouldn't of figured it out!?! Me: Please don't make a big deal about it. Nico was very upset when we got home. I just put him down for a nap. Connie: You really are treating this exactly like you would any other nanny job. Me: It is essentially the same thing. Just in this case if they misbehave I can spank them. Connie: Speaking of spanking, you probably deserve one for keeping this from me. I smiled. Connie was a lot of fun. If she was joking about this it means she wanted to do it. Me: Haha. Connie: Maybe I should babysit you............ Me: You're funny. Connie: I will see you later today. Me: OK. Sounds good. I finished my coffee and sat down on the couch. Today had not gone as planned and I needed to recharge a bit while Nico was taking a nap. I watched a little bit of TV and relaxed. After about an hour and a half, I realized I hadn't heard anything from Nico so I went up to check on him. I opened the door and Nico was asleep. I walked in to look at him and saw him stirring. "Did you have a good nap Nico?" Nico stretched and yawned. "Yes. I didn't realize how tired I was" He said. "How is your diaper?" I asked him. He turned red and looked down. I quickly checked his diaper and it was very wet. "Its ok. Lets just get you changed real quick." I told him. "You going to behave while I change you?" "Yes." he said. "But this diaper cover is uncomfortable. Would you please take it off." "Sure" I told him. "Really!?!" he said in excitement. "Yea." I grabbed the diaper bag and grabbed a fresh diaper, wipes, powder, and the key. I also pulled out the gloves and before Nico knew what was happening I had them secured on to this hands. "Hey what is this!" He exclaimed. "I don't want you playing with your diaper. If you're not going to wear the cover then you're ging to wear the gloves. I told him. I quickly changed his diaper applying a lot of powder. I rolled up the wet diaper and went to throw it away taking his pants with me. "Hey I need those pants." Nico said. "No. You're fine in a shirt and diaper" I told him. "No way Mae." He said. "I think we know how this is going to play out Nico." I told him. I walked out of the bedroom to dispose of the diaper. I went back downstairs and a few minutes later Nico came out with his diaper on full display. He was so embarrassed. "Besides this makes diaper checks and diaper changes pretty easy." I told him. "You also look adorable" Nico frowned. I smiled at him. "What do you want to do" I asked him. "I guess watch a movie" He said. I turned on Aladdin for him and went to start making dinner. I didn't hear a peep out of him the entire time I was making dinner. As I put dinner on the table I went to check on Nico and the movie was just finishing up. "Dinner time." I told him. He got up to go to the table. As he was walking by I placed my hand on the back of his diapered butt to see if he was wet. "Hey what are you doing!" he said. "Seeing if you need a change" I told him. "I am fine!" he said in a defiant tone. I popped him softly on the butt again much to his dismay as she ran in to the kitchen to sit down. WHile he was doing that I heard the doorbell ring. Nico looked at the door and turned red. "Go sit down and I will go see who it is" I told him. I went to the door and opened it. It was Connie. "What are you doing here" I asked her "I thought you wouldn't get here until much later" "That any way to treat your best friend, lover, and overall confidant" Connie said in mock indignation. Connie walked past me in to the house. She looked around and saw Nico sitting at the table. She looked at me and smiled. "Why I would love to stay for dinner." Connie said loudly enough for Nico to hear. Connie walked in to the dining room and sat down at the empty chair. I followed her in and grabbed an extra plate. I put the plate down next to her as she sat right next to Nico. She looked at Nico sitting at the dinner table wearing nothing but a shirt and a diaper and then looked at me. "What is for dinner?" Connie asked. "Pasta" I told her. I sat down and dished out the pasta to Nico and Connie before I served myself. Connie took a bite of the food. "MMMM.... You are always such a great cook Mae." Connie exclaimed. "This is great stuff" "Thanks!" I said. I scopped up some pasta for Nico and set it next to him. I grabbed a spoon and started feeding him. Nico opened his mouth up like a good little boy. Connie smirked at the sight. "What do you think Nico?" I asked him. "I think that Connie shouldn't be here" he said. "Nico, be nice. I don't want to have to send you to bed early for being naughty" I told him. "Now how is the meal?" "Good" Nico responded. I fed him another bite and ending up getting sauce on his face. I got up, grabbed a bib and put it around his neck Connie laughed this time The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I looked at Connie with a death glare. She just shrugged. I was about to say something when I heard my phone ring. I stopped feeding Nico and got up to answer it. "Excuse me" I said. "I will continue feeding little Nico here while you take that" Connie said. Before I could say anything she sat down besides Nico and started feeding him. "No way!!" Nico exclaimed. "Just relax everyone. I will be right back." I said. I quickly went in to the kitchen to answer the phone. It had been ringing for about 30 seconds so I answered it without looking at the caller-id. "Hello" I answered. "Hey Mae, I wanted to give you a heads up" Ava said "Whats up?" I asked with concern. "Isla should be showing up there any minute." Ava answered. "What!! She isn't supposed to be home until tomorrow. I thought you ladies were in Aruba" I said. "We were. But she was worried about Nico. I tried to calm her down but she caught an early flight a few hours ago." "And you're just telling me now?" I said. "I didn't think she would actually get on the plane. It wasn't until I finally got ahold of her on the phone that I realized she was back stateside" "Ok. I need to get Nico cleaned up and back in to a more presentable state. Thanks for the heads up" "No problem" Ava responded and hung up. As I went to put the phone back in my pocket I heard a scream in the dining room. "Hey! What the hell are you doing!" Nico exclaimed. I ran in to the dining room to find Nico bent over Connie's lap, his diaper pulled down, and Ava bringing her hand down to spank Nico. I heard the spank before I even registered what was going on. "STOP" I yelled. "What is going on" I asked. Nico looked up at me in what looked like sheer terror. Connie was in middle of the second spank and stopped. "Connie let Nico up now" I told her. "You are not allowed to spank him" Connie pulled Nico's diaper back up and let him off her lap. As Nico was standing up I also noticed his diaper getting a lot puffier. "Are you wetting your diaper right now?" I asked. "I couldn't help it" Nico cried. "I have been holding it for hours and when Connie spanked me it was too much." "Corner time. Go now" I said to Nico. Nico waddled over to the corner and stood facing it with what appeared to be a very wet diaper. "Can I change him?" Connie asked. "No Connie. Isla will be here any minute. I don't want her to find Nico sitting in a very wet diaper" "WHAAAT" Nico responded. He immediately started fumbling with his diaper but couldn't do much with mittens on. He had panic in his eyes and was starting to go in to a full on tantrum. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder and he pushed my hand away which pissed me off. I grabbed the O right on his mittens and pulled them. This immediately caused him to lurch forward. I brought his hands around a beam in the corner and attached the carabiner that I had used previously to secure his hands. He was now essentially trapped hugging a beam in the corner. This would at least give him a chance to calm down. Nico started pulling against the beam but it was useless. The mittens were securely on and the beam would break before the carabiner. I looked at him with a death look. "Calm down now Nico. Isla will be here any minute and unless you want her to find you in a wet diaper in timeout chill out" I told him. I looked at Connie. "Isla will be here any minute. I need to clean up Nico and calm him down. I can't believe you tried to span......." Just as I finished saying that I heard the door open. "Mae, I came home early. I just was so worried about Nico" Epilogue [Isla] I pulled in to the restaurant and drove up to the valet. I grabbed my purse, left the key in the cupholder and got out of the car. "Are you here for dinner Maam?" The valet asked me. "Yes." I responded. "Enjoy your meal" the valet responded. I walked through the same door of the same restaurant from last month. It was again our monthly BroCo girls dinner and Mae had picked the same restaurant as last time. I walked in and looked around to see if Ava and Mae were here. Once again, they were already seated as I walked up to the table. "We already ordered you a scotch. Mae wouldn't tell me a damn thing until you got here" Ava said. "It is killing me that neither of you will tell me what happened." I smirked at her. "Mae didn't tell you anything?" I asked coyly. "She said she doesn't talk about the kids she babysits without parents permission" Ava said. I laughed. I have to give Mae credit for one thing. She can be discreet when she wants to be. Especially considering the shit show I walked in to. I sat down at the table and before I could respond the waiter brought the drinks. "Here you go ladies" The waiter said as he placed the drinks in front of us. "Can I start you off with any appteizers or anything else?" "No we are good." Ava said. "Give us a little time" Ava said. "Ava!" Mae said in the same tone you would use to scold a child. "Be nice. Do you need a timeout?" Ava looked at Mae in shock. The waiter was also shocked as well and left the table immediately. "Did you just scold me like a child" Ava asked. "I did" Mae said in a laughing tone. "Now you better behave or you might learn what happens to naughtly little girls." Ava looked at Mae and didn't say a word. "If you don't believe me ask Nico." Mae said. Ava and I laughed. "I wouldn't know since I have no idea what happened" Ava said. "So tell me" Ava demanded. Mae looked at me and didn't say a word. "Mae why don't you tell us what happened before I came home since I only know Nico's side of the story" Mae recanted the whole weekend. I didn't think it was possible to see Ava's jaw drop more but everytime I thought it couldn't go lower it did. She stopped her part of the story right when I walked in the door. "So you seriously spanked him, changed his diapers, had your girlfriend spank him, and essentially babysit him for the entire weekend" Ava asked. "Yea. That is what I was hired to do. I honestly didn't expect him to be such a brat but it wasn't any worse than a normal weekend babysitting anyone else. And for the record I didn't ask Connie to spank him!! As a matter of fact, Connie got her own spanking later that night!" I laughed. Ava looked shocked. "You seriously spanked Connie?" Ava asked. "Yea I did. She didn't think I could do it either. I can't believe she spanked Nico." Maed said. "I can't believe he went along with everything." Ava said. "He didn't want to in some respect." Mae said. "But he didn't have a choice either". "And he seriously couldn't do anything about it?" Ava asked. "No." Mae said. "Unbelievable" Ava said. "Tell you what. If you want, same rates, I will babysit you. Then you can see for yourself" Mae said. "No way!!!" Ava said. "So what happened when Isla came in" "Well needless to say I was a bit shocked when I walked in. My husband was standing in a corner in a very wet babyish diaper. Mae is there with another women who I have never met. I essentialloy asked her What the hell is going on?" "What did she say?" Ava said. "She explained what happened. Connie invited herself over. She was just about to get Nico cleaned up once she heard I was coming over. She did add a nice little comment that if I had bothered to tell her I was coming early then she would of come home to a clean house and a husband who wasn't in a t-shirt and diaper" Ava laughed. "I can't believe you just left" Ava said. "So I just told Mae that I would take it from here." I said. "She and Connie got out of there really fast." "What about Nico. He didn't say anything?" Ava asked. "He was so shocked. Mae unhooked his hands and asked me if I wanted her to take off the gloves." "What did you say?" Ava asked very interested. "You know.....You seem overly interested in this. Are you sure you don't want a babysitter for the weekend" Mae asked. "Isla did you bring the mittens with you?" I nodded. "Yes I have them with me. I told Mae to leave them on Nico. Nico got really upset but when Mae threatened to spank him again he stopped talking and went and sat on the couch. Mae got her things and her and Connie left." "Then what?" Ava asked. "I want to know too" Mae said. "I let him out of timeout. I asked him how the weekend went. He said he wouldn't talk to me until I let him out of the gloves so he could get out of his wet diaper." "Mittens" Mae said. "They are mittens." "Either way. I knew he would never talk to me about this again if he could. So I gave him an option. I could either change him or we could just talk it out but either way he was staying in a diaper. "What did he choose" Ava asked? "He had an epic meltdown" I told them. "I was worried I was pushing him too far but we couldn't have this hanging over our relationship. He eventually calmed down and I changed him." "You changed his diaper!" Ava said. "I didn't think it was fair to leave him in a wet diaper. Mae had left some diapers in the guest bedroom...... Anyway we spoke about it. I also found when I changed him it wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be. He was also hard as a rock. We had some of the best sex ever later that night." I reached in to my purse and handed Mae the mittens along with the magnetic key. Ava reached out to grab them. "I have never heard or seen these things before." "Here try them out" Mae said. Mae then quickly just placed them on Ava's hands without attaching the locks. "Now try to use your hands." Mae said. "I can't. I can't do much" Ava said. "Exactly" Mae said. "Its perfect for making sure a little boy or girl can't remove their diaper or do anything that could hurt them." Mae removed the mittens and put them back in her purse. "So are you going to do anything more with diapers" Mae asked? "Are you asking me if I will ever ask you to babysit again?" I asked her. "I would do it again if you asked. But more if it is still something you don't talk about." Mae said. "He is in a diaper right now as we speak" I told them. Both Ava & Mae's jaws dropped. "I put him in a diaper before we left." "Do you think he will leave it on" Ava asked. "I bought the same diaper cover Mae has." I told her. "His fantasy is being forced to wear them so I made him drink two beers before I left. If I get home and he is wet then I give him a really really good spanking and he has to wear diapers for 24 hours". Mae smiled and Ava just looked shocked. The rest of the dinner was pretty uneventful. It was great to see the ladies again.

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Eraserhead had gone through enough already without his students being so reckless. One of his students had foolishly charged into battle even after he warned them of the danger, and had nearly gotten themselves hurt. This could not be allowed; it was illogical to let his student leap into danger and disobey direct orders, even if they were only trying to help. At the end of the day, he called in the student who had done this; Uraraka. He had never needed to punish one of his students before, and the principal allowed teachers to discipline students as they saw fit, so this would be a new experience for both of them. Eraserhead-or Aizawa-sensei, to his students-had procured a few supplies to punish such unruly children. They were hidden from prying eyes, locked in the closet at the back of the room; it was just a shame he had to use them right now. Now all he had to do was wait for Uraraka to enter the classroom, to begin her punishment.

Dan was 16. His mom had remarried and had triplets.

Chapter 1 You lay sprawled, legs resting open naturally to either side of your wet diaper. Cold slender hands slide to take a firm hold of your soft wrist cuffs to transition them with a click to the locking clips by your shoulders. This was standard practice of all households enrolled in the program; although for you, it was almost unnecessary of course since by now you’ve learned it’s better to lie still. A pacifier nurses in and out of your mouth as the first tapes are ripped free by the practiced hands of your Civil Caregiver. Today Sammantha appears in no rush. You feel the diaper lowering, slowly, coaxing you to look at the yellow patch between your legs. Your cheeks burn and you look quickly back to the side to ignore the knowing look on your Caregiver’s face. A wipe is dropped dismissively before a hand joins it. A firm hand gathers your ankles and lifts them to reach any wetness that spread to your bottom. A few moments of loud crinkling follows until the brush of your newest diaper is under you. As the first light tap of cool powder begins, the doorbell rings. Samantha pauses mid-shake, the powder bottle hovers poised above you as she seems lost in an internal debate. You were clean and safely strapped down so she didn't see the harm in leaving you. She lowers your legs to either side of your diaper and sets the powder aside to answer the door. “Ms. Withers?” The voice reaches the nursery and you can glance far enough to see a man in a dark suit and tie standing on the doorstep politely removing his hat. “I’m here for a routine inspection of your charge. May I come in?" "Oh, yes of course!" Samantha beams, eager to show him inside. “I’m sorry if I don't shake. I was just dealing with a very full diaper!” Sam was always completely hygienic with your changes of course, but couldn’t pass up the chance to be a little showy. “That's impressive considering Y/N's age and short length of time sentenced to your care." The inspector said, referencing a file and clicking his pen to take note.Samantha excitedly ushers him to your nursery. You still lay dusted with powder caught in the middle of your diaper change. Seeing the man enter, your knees instinctively crunch closed in your concern for modesty. "Nuh huh!" Sam shakes her finger storming right over to you. ”You know that's a no-no! Even when guests arrive. Open!” Sam spanks you, so suddenly and so hard, you flinch against your changing straps and tinkle a little. Samantha despite a fair amount of strain can’t keep her composure and breaks into a fit of giggles at your toddler-befitting accident before grabbing a wet wipe to drag down your front again and dust the spot with another quick cool puff of powder. The inspector nods approvingly. "She seems very far along." he observes, noting the time and incident. “Now, before we go any further. I need to see more evidence of her regularity." He crosses the few remaining steps inside the nursery to inspect your diaper pail. "...My goodness.” He pauses peeking at the taped bundles inside. “Does she really need changes this often?" He sees your used diapers are almost filling the pail to the brim. Undeterred, he begins counting the number of times you've failed to keep clean, tallying each used pair in his notebook before praising the healthy ratio of wet to messy diapers he sees. "That's right.” Your Caregiver gleefully adds with a self-satisfied smile. “She needs her diaper changed after every nap or bedtime; she fills them right up. Doesn’t even notice not even when she's messing." She grins. "Incredible work," the inspector mutters writing that down in his notes as well. "Now what about when she's awake?" "I'm so glad you asked.” Sam intoned with a pompous air and smile. “She ends up having accidents, like you saw, wetting them mostly. I always give her more than the recommended number of chem bottles and fiber feedings so she’s almost always ready to let go. I know it's not strictly necessary, but I just love catching her in the act. One time, I was cradling her in my lap for her bottle feeding, and I could tell she was struggling, so I gave her just the tiniest of presses, and the little girl completely let go! She was wetting her diaper so heavily against me, I wondered if it was even going to hold it all! Speaking of which...” She eyes you trapped on the table. “Let me finish up her change before she might make a mess." She tuts over to you on the changing table and makes a big show of pulling up her big girl's diaper, once so defiant, now being wrapped up in a disposable. "Then can see why you've chosen the thicker variety." the man observes over your caregiver’s shoulder while she readies your diaper’s tapes. "Oh my yes. I can only keep her in the most absorbent overnights." Sam says securing the tapes over your crinkling diaper’s bulk as if to demonstrate. “She is just such a heavy wetter and her messes need somewhere to go." She pinches you, finishing up the last tape seal with a rub. "But I do love how these diapers still come in the little baby prints. Don't you? She really does look like an overgrown baby this way. Yes she does. Yes she does," she coos and tickles you. "And what a good baby you've been! Waiting quietly while the grown ups talked. You didn't even fuss for your paci." "And how is the progress there?" "Let me show you." She deftly procures your pacifier from where it had fallen and slides it between your resigned lips. They see you suckle tentatively at first, then more prominently and Samantha's grin widens. She leans in, praising her well-trained suckling baby, pressing a hand strategically into your diaper's noisy thickness. She coyly steals a glance at the inspector for his reaction. Needless to say, his eyebrows are high with appreciation as you fidget and turn to hide the heat building in your face. He clears his throat. "Well, I certainly have no further questions." He states tidying up his materials. "Ms. Withers your work here is outstanding. I am recommending you for a higher position in our efforts, and I'm sure our director will want to meet with you," he adds confidently, tucking your folder away and donning his hat. "Oh pish posh." Samantha says bashfully still idly groping at your softly rustling diapered crotch. “Simply following the prescribed number of spankings and dirtying of diapers have gotten us to this point, Mr. Inspector." She smiles. Chapter 2 - A Teaching Moment Locked in your car seat and thickly diapered for what was becoming a lengthy road trip. Your binky rattled with each curious suckle watching the scenery speed past. Your head bobs and eventually the blur of trees lulls you off to sleep. You awake hours later, groggily lifting your head to feel cool air against your thighs and the probing rustles of Samantha’s fingers checking your diaper. She had pulled the car into a rest stop and was leaning through the opened back door for your inspection. "As expected...Come on honey let's get you a new diaper and that stinky one changed.“ You’re confused and burning withshames, but she simple repositions your clothes over your used diaper and unbuckles you from your car seat. Your packed diaper bag is already waiting for you by the curb. She takes your hand, but your head shakes ever so slightly. "...Are you telling Mommy no?" She warns. You nervously look past her again at the crowded rest stop full of proper citizens happily picnicking and enjoying the springtime sun. But one more stern look from your caregiver and you slide yourself out from the car. She walks you past the chatty vacationers towards the public restroom, swinging your packed diaper bag over her shoulder and tugging you along in tow, waddling and struggling to keep up. Some onlookers paused their conversations to snicker at your pacifier and your struggles to walk some even outright laughed noticing your loaded seat was most likely to blame. Samantha drags you inside the woman's restroom to its designated diaper changing counter. She unfurls one of your Issued changing mats to place your mushy pants on top of. She babytalks gleefully proudly pulling down your outergarments, and opening your diaper to reveal your mess. "Phew. I'm glad we stopped when we did or this would have gotten ripe honey. You're also so soaked!" Your cheeks flared. It was still so difficult to accept you were filling your diapers without any indication, but only while you slept! She pushes your legs up to your chest causing your hips to rock back off your dirty diaper to remove it. She dumps it neatly into the restroom's fragrant pail, then gets to work cleaning you up with wet wipes. "That's it honey." She coos. "Just lay still so Mommy can clean all your poopy peepee..." She takes her time. Each chilly stroke longer than the last; slowing even further when people start to enter the public restroom, hoping they’d take notice. "My my." An older lady sneers noticing you on the counter with diapers and dirty wipes. "And here I thought they could control themselves." "...Oh no.” Sam chuckles finishing up her last clean swipe. She holds up your next massive diaper for the woman to see; its rounded thickness hangs open bottom heavy in the air. ”See how much protection she needs? And they get put to good use, believe me.” Sam whisks the diaper beneath you, shaking her head like a put-upon mother accepting potty training was never going to happen. The lady puffed with patriotic pride. "See to it.” She sniffed haughtily before thanking Sam for her service and taking care of her own business the grown up way while Sam continued your change with practiced precision. She was just finishing up arranging you bottoms-up for powdering when another woman approached. "Excuse me...” She began. “I couldn't help but notice...I've been thinking of volunteering for the cause myself. Do you mind if I lend a hand with the rest of her diaper change?" Happy to oblige, and eager to recruit Caregiver potential, Sam agrees wholeheartedly. She dusts a few light groupings of powder onto your waiting bottom before passing the bottle on to your babysitter-in-training. “See? Nothing to it. Just sprinkle some more of her baby powder onto her bottom...” Sam prompts waiting for the woman to begin. "...Just like that! You're a natural! You can add a little more powder if you want. Yes, yes, unfortunately for her, that is a small case of diaper rash. We've been on the road so it's hard to change her when she needs it. Go ahead and add lots of powder to keep her dry. Perfect! Now use your hand to rub it in...spread it out evenly...her little bum-bum is so soft all powdered up, isn't it? Now, I'm going to lower her down onto her diaper." Your powdered bottom is soon cradled in soft padding and Sam arranges your legs to allow plenty of room to work. "She's smooth?" The woman asked inquisitively as she fiddled with the baby powder. "Can you imagine if she wasn’t?" Samantha smirked, wiggling one of your lazily hanging toes. "With the amount of poo-poo and pee-pee this one can squirt out, her changes would take hours!" Dustings of powder tickle down with their giggles and side laughter, adding a thin fragrant coating between your legs. You do your best to ignore it, but cool teasing fingers spread the powder all over your diaper area then you hear loud crinkly rustling, and feel the firm press of your newest diaper pulled up tight. "Now we keep it nice and snug. Oh, no pun intended!" Samantha giggles. "These are adult Snuggies diapers. I'm so glad they make them for us. I find they work best for her." A few more giggles and sticky adhesives were required before Samantha finally helps you sit up, crinkling all the while against the counter as she takes your binky. "What do you say now sweetie? Oh, what was that...?” She cups her ear. “I'm sorry dear we couldn't quite hear you. Shouldn't you say something about your diaper? Remember? Use your words..." Finally you just break down and say it. "That's right!" Samantha cheers patronizingly. "Your diapey is all nice and changed thanks to her. We appreciate your gratitude." She returns your binky, pulls up your pants, and takes your hand thanking the woman herself and exchanging contact information before walking you back out to the car. Chapter 3 An industrial complex looms from your vantage point in the rear car seat. The car pulls up to a security gate and a guard steps out to meet you. Sam hands him her ID with a smile. He moves to check the back seat, and upon seeing you, smiles wickedly, hands your authorized CG her ID back and waves her through with a respectful salute. You feel the squish in your pants from your long trip and watch nervously as the car pulls into a parking space. You had fought the urge for as long as you could. You had your wits about you and so could fight, but one miss-timed bump in the road had left you gasping as you sprayed into your thirsty diaper. Sam knew those sounds well and had simply smirked into the rear view. Samantha gets out the of the front seat taking your diaper bag from the passenger and comes back to open up the door to unbuckle you. She keeps a firm grip on your hand as she walks you through large automatic doors and up into a reception area. "Ms. Withers, Welcome!" a beaming young professional greeted with a file folder in hand. She crouches down condescendingly to you. “And who is this? Y/N? They thought she'd be more trouble..." She teased suggestively with a knowing smile back up to your 'Mommy.' "Oh no trouble at all." Sam waved off the compliment. "In fact do you have a place where I can change her? She's always wet after her naps." "You've perfected that technique?" The receptionist asked with a hint of surprise. "She's only a few years younger than you...” She looks down, flipping open your file. “It says here she's soiling her diapers as she sleeps while under your direct influence. I must say, Ms. Withers, your progress is unprecedented." "It's the least I can do." Sam simpered. "It's my civic duty after all, and I've been working on ways to make it happen while she's awake too. That's what her types really need. Sure she can have accidents from what not, but it's more beneficial when she doesn't realize her diaper is, how we say, growing right out from under her.” She grinned down, shaking your hand a little at your shared, but obviously one-sided joke. ”I know certain treatments have been proposed,” she continued, “but I find we as the Caregivers lose too much control over them that way as well. It's so much better when the baby gets commanded. Isn't it honey?” She taps your hand. "I eventually want to be able to snap my fingers and I see her diaper droop, but I understand her kind have been a stubborn nut to crack and we are still a ways away from that ideal." The receptionist smiles. "And that is precisely why we've called you in today, Ms. Withers. We're hoping you can bring new innovations to our program. If you would just follow me,” she holds out her hand. “I'll lead you to one of our examination rooms where you can change her." A maze of stark corridors followed then a steel door was unlocked with the beep of a keycard to reveal a brightly decorated examination room obviously designed to embarrass bigger babies. ”Feel free to use the diapers provided.” The receptionist indicated the stacks. “And of course any of the changing supplies." She added Sam got right to work after expressing her thanks by unceremoniously tugging you up onto the room’s padded table for a change. Just as your nearly leaking diaper was being brought down the receptionist gave a little wave by the door. "Bye bye, Pottypants." She giggled. “Be good for Mommy, okay? I'll be back to check on you in a little while." Quick Note: I was considering reworking this to be a third person story. I'm happy to hear ideas! I almost always edit a few parts after posting.

Peter had a perfect life, although, there was one problem. His son Dan was rebellious against everything, he refused to obey his fathers orders, refused to come home before curfew, shouted at his mom, and refused to help out with his younger siblings. Peter and his wife had had enough, and it was affecting their younger children. They had four children, Dan was 15, they had a daughter aged 10 called Aurora

Okay so I wanna see clean nice freshly spanked bottoms! No dicks or pussies is allowed, just a red bum that just gotten spanked! Im just getting curious how hard some people get spanked sometimes :3 Anyway, this is my recently one

(Constructive feedback always appreciated) As Kim closed the door behind her with Mary and Maria standing in her hallway. THey both noticed she was the kind of woman any straight man, even a lesbian would want to fuck with lucious lips, brunette hair, 5'8", and wasn't skinny, but not plump. She was sort of the perfect balance of having a little bit of curves but not "bony". They also noticed pictures of children all over her hallway. Mary guessed she either was a mother, or was a godmother. Either way, she knew her way around kids judging from the smell of baby powder in the air in Kim's apartment. Mary and Maria didn't know whether to be scared shitless, or excited. Though soon they would find their answer. "As I said, my name is Kim! And as I said before I usually babysit kids, but since there are no kids to babysit, I might have to settle for babysitting you two since you obviously don't know proper behavior in a public place such as a park!", Kim scolded them as both Mary and Maria lowered their heads in shame. "We just wanted to have a little fun, and-", Mary was cut off in mid-sentence by Kim, "I don't care what you two were doing, you're supposed to leave that kind of play time at home, not where everyone in the neighborhood can see you!", Kim continued to quietly yell at them. Taking a few whiffs in the air, she noticed one of them, or both, had made a mess in their diapers. "What are your names?", she asked. "I'm Mary," the blonde-haired woman in her black short skirt with her diaper barely peeking out the back, "And she's my lover Maria!", she pointed to her Hispanic girlfriend who wore her jeans shorts, a white top, and a very enticing belt. The kind of belt that begged someone to take it from her and give her a good spanking with it. "Well, you two need extra diapers, and from the smell of it, you need to be changed. Mary, go over to your place and grab your supply. You have 10 minutes. For each minute over, I give you and your girlfriend 20 smacks with Maria's belt. Understand?" Kim looked squarely at Mary, giving her the distinct impression it wasn't a game. Mary did as she was told, and as fast as she could with her messy diaper in tow, she ran to their apartment, and grabbed the bag of diapers, plus the extra bag that she hid in case they needed more. Looking at her dresser, she noticed she left her phone there. FOr a brief moment, she thought about grabbing it and calling for help, but then her thoughts turned to other things. Who would I call? What would I say? "Hi, this is Mary, my girlfriend and I got caught playing in the park wearing our diapers and well, our neighbor is now keeping us against our will acting as our babysitter." That explanation would raise more questions than bring her help. After careful thought, she decided this might be a blessing. Their apartment wasn't exactly the poster of cleanliness, and they could use an authority figure in their lives, one that would punish them both, severely if needed, if they absolutely were bad enough. Having too many stinky diapers might just be the thing that gives them the excuse to recruit Kim as their caregiver. She smiled, and took her time waiting for the right time to show just as her time ran out with Kim. Meanwhile, Maria was starting to get sweaty thinking about the kind of spanking she might get if her lover didn't return on time. "We're going on nine minutes, Maria. Your girlfriend better show up or both of you are getting whipped hard with that belt you're wearing!", Kim calmly assured her new captive "baby". "She'll be here, I know she'll be!" Maria hoped, because she already had a really harsh spanking the night before, and wasn't about to get another one from some person she didn't know. The door knocked, and Maria just about jumped out of her seat. The messy and wet diaper made moving around on the chair miserable, but Maria enjoyed it. What she didn't enjoy was her girlfried leaving her butt on the line as it were. Kim opened the door, and in walked Mary with all their diaper supplies. "You're lucky. You had 30 seconds left. I suppose I can spare you and Maria a smacking.... for now. Now get yourselves undressed all the way down to your diapers, and I want you two to stand in the middle of my living room and DO NOT sit down. You sit down, and your butts are mine!" Kim motioned for them to enter the living room, and while they stood, Kim went and grabbed a couple of changing mats that she normally uses for babies and toddlers. With a quick smack across both their bottoms, Kim placed both mats exactly 5 inches away from each other, then instructed Maria and Mary to lay on each one respectively. "Here's how this is gonna work for tonight. I'm going to change you both individually. After tonight, you'll change each other AFTER being spanked with your belts and hairbrushes." Kim explained, "Oh yes, Maria, I noticed the hairbrush in your purse. That one is going to be fun using on both of you." She smiled. Kim knew this was going to be humiliating for them both having being changed by a stranger. Kim carefully removed both their diapers, cleaning them up as thoroughly as possible with wipes, washcloths and toilet paper. "Before you two get into your fresh diapers, we have some punishment to be dished out. Maria, give me your belt, NOW!", Kim demanded while holding her hand out. With some discomfort knowing what was about to happen, she grabbed the belt that was in her pile of clothes. "Now both of you bend over the couch with your noses pointed into the cushions." Again, Mary and Maria did as their were told and bent themselves over Kim's couch. Just as they expected, Kim spanked them both harshly, giving them both whipping after whipping with Maria's belt. For a brief moment, Mary wished Maria didn't wear her belt, but then she sort of felt good being punished by someone else other than Maria. Whenever Maria spanked her, it always felt like she was holding back. At least with Kim, they knew it was nothing personal, it was to teach them discipline, and with each smack of the belt, they both yelped in pain and pleasure. "Don't you dare get your pussies all wet just because I'm givng you a spanking. You two have been very naughty, and this is not a pleasure spanking. If I see so much as ONE drop of wetness show up near either of your clits, you'll get the paddle... for an hour!", Kim warned as she kept the belt whippings comming hard and strong. It wasn't long before they both started crying like little girls. They'd lost track of time, and how many spankings they were at, but it felt like a burning fire across their asses for a long time. After what seemed like an hour worth of spankings, Kim stopped. "You young ladies learn your lesson?", she asked. The two girls whom she beat with a belt simply moaned out a yes. "I can't hear you!", then Kim whipped them both again. "Yes, ma'am!", they said simultaneously. "And what lesson would that be?", Kim sat in a nearby chair to let the bruises sink in, and let the fire-burn from their spankings also sink in through their bodies. "Only little girls and babies wear diapers, and are not sexual when playing at the park!" Maria answered with a slight whimper, Mary only whimpered in agreement. "Good! That means you're learning. Looking through their supplies, Kim noticed something that made her almost wet her panties. She noticed the suppositories meant to activate in a matter of hours to make someone poop like crazy. She decided to use it on them both. She also noticed the sedatives. This is going to be extremely fun, she thought to herself. "I want you both stay where you are for the moment." Kim took the suppositories and after giving both girls a quick few smacks across their asses, she inserted the suppositories harshly. "Just swallow them as you normally do." she ordered them both. Both Maria and Mary thought the same thing, "Oh no! Not again!" The suppositories were only supposed to be a one-time deal, and now they're being used against them. They both knew they'll be spanked for sure after messing their diapers again. "Stay there! I have a surprise!", Kim told them as they both wiggled their bottoms from being spanked so harshly. Within minutes, Kim was back with just her bra top on, and instead of panties, she wore her strapon dildo, "If you think all I do is take care of children, you're wrong. I have sexual needs of my own, and I don't get out that often to meet men or women, so you two are going to get fucked before you get diapered." Kim quickly put her strapon cock into Mary's pussy, and fucked it as hard as she could for 20 minutes straight. Mary felt exhausted, but felt it made up for the extreme spanking she got. Maria was next, and Maria was completely caught off guard as her pussy took a pounding from Kim for another 20 minutes. Mary and Maria looked at each other like it was over and they would get their diapers on. Kim wasn't about to let them off that easily. "Now it's time for your butts to get the same treatment!" Kim smiled, knowing that being anally fucked, done right, felt awesome. She wasn't about to make it very comfortable for either of her "baby" captives. She wanted it to make it rough, but pleasurable. Mary was first while Maria watched, knowing she'd be next. She could tell from the look on Mary's face that it definitely wasn't something she expected, but in a way, she looked like she enjoyed it, even if it was a little rough. She had to watch for 15 minutes as her girlfriend got butt-fucked. It made her hot, and somewhat horny. It was Maria's turn, and as soon as Kim's strapon dildo penetrated her butthole, Maria felt very uncomfortable. It was like she had to take a dump, but it wasn't going to happen. As Kim kept pounding her dildo in Maria's ass, Maria moaned and cried out in pain and pleasure. She didn't know what to think, if anal sex was better than regular sex. She thought to herself, as straight as she could while getting her butt rammed, that Mary and herself should try anal-fucking if Kim lets them go. "I know what you two are thinking, and I'm not letting you go until I think you two have learned your lesson!" Kim finished her anal fuck of Maria, and instructed them both to lay down on the changing mats after cleaning them both up with wipes and toilet paper again. Laying butt naked in front of a stranger wasn't exactly how they planned their night to be. Mary had in mind a night of gentler sex, where she would let Maria give her the spankings this time around and leave bruises. But it was apparent that wasn't going to happen. Mary and Maria lay still as Kim put their diapers on carefully and methodically. The tapes were securely snugged in as Kim smacked their bottoms over and over again, as if the spankings were not enough. She helped them both stand up, and without warning, Kim took a snapshot of them both standing with their diapers on, no shirts, no pants, just their diapers. "That's insurance, in case you decide you want to call someone.", Kim smiled devilishly. "Now, we should get you two into some night clothes. I got the perfect outfits that I just bought for a client." She held up one finger, letting them know to wait. After several minutes, waiting with their sore bottoms covered by their diapers, Kim returned with a couple of CareBear pajama suits. Mary and Maria both noticed that the hands were simple handmuffs, designed to keep the person wearing such suits from unzipping the nightwear. "Mary, you can be in the blue CareBear outfit! And Maria, you can be in the red CareBear one!", Kim put up the pajama suits up to each of them to make sure they'd fit. "Before we get ya in those, we're gonna put ya both in plastic panties, to keep any leakage from escaping!", and with that she pulled two sets of plastic panties that had rainbows, teddy bears, and other baby-ish icons all over out of her small bag. Maria was first to be put in one, and then suited up in her red CareBear outfit. After being zipped up, Kim carefully used some duct tape to tape each of her hands up so that after putting on the handmuffs, she wouldn't be able to effectively use her fingers through the muff. Then she taped up the handmuff so that it would be impossible to get it off without her help, or Mary's, but Mary knew she would receive the same treatment. Mary got the same done to her as she got her plastic panties on, had her hands taped, and had her handmuffs taped up so she couldn't undo the zipper at all. "Now, we're gonna get you two back to your apartment across the street, and once there, we're going to get you sedated, with a paci in your mouths. Depending how you two behave, another round of spankings might be order, maybe with a paddle and a belt, who knows!?" Kim laughed, knowing full well she'd be giving them a very harsh punishment no matter what they did. Mary and Maria knew this, but at the same time they enjoyed it as Kim escorted them back to their apartment. Within minutes, they were put in their crib. It was the first night in a long time that Mary and Maria couldn't cuddle like they normally did, but it was worth it. Kim kissed them both on their forehead as she administered the sedative. "Good night lovelies. I look forward to spanking you both in the morning!" Kim calmly said as she went back to her place. Morning came quicker than Kim expected. She noticed she was tied up to her bed with one arm free. She also noticed she was in a diaper, and her free hand was still down inside her diaper. Oh now I remember! She thought, I chained myself to the bed post after I put a diaper on and masturbated like crazy until I passed out. Kim also noticed that her diaper smelled funny. She figured she must have peed herself after having a few glasses of wine after taking the two girls home to mess their diapers. Oh my gosh! I need to go get them and ... Her thoughts came to a sharp stop as she noticed a woman standing over her bed. It took her a minute, but she recognized the woman was... Oh my god! She thought to herself. "Hi Kim, I'm back!" the woman standing over her bedside sweetly greeted her. Kim knew exactly who she was, her ex-girlfriend Gina. "Hi, Gina! It's been a while. What are you doing here?" She laughed, but felt a little exposed and humiliated. Gina had never known about her own diaper fetish. Gina smiled, knowing this was a stroke of sheer luck catching her ex girlfriend in a very compromising position, especially wearing a wet diaper. She was going to savor it, and decide later how to use it to HER advantage. Kim didn't know what that would be, but she knew she was going to get it bad. Her butt would be about as sore as Mary and Maria's. (Again, to be continued. Comments welcome. diaperedndenver@gmail.com) The girlfriends and the nosey neighbor.txt The girlfriends and the nosey neighbor.txt