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  1. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 9 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 9 - My training intensifies My shower was complete, but to my dismay, the bondage mittens were secured before Emily released my hands from the manacles. These women took no chances. There was always some kind of bondage holding me captive. Next, I was dressed in a disposable diaper, without plastic pants and a sun dress for the morning. I crawled down to the kitchen and was helped into a high chair for my morning breakfast. A safety strap was placed around my waist and I could hear the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut behind me. I presumed that I was locked in the high chair. The mittens were removed and a breakfast consisting of warm cereal was placed in front of me. Bottles were given to me on a regular basis so my need to pee was virtually constant. The sun dress was so short that when I sat in the high chair my diaper was in plain view. I couldn't see it because of the tray attached to the high chair, but anyone in the room would know that I was diapered. The nursery rhyme once again played, and I immediately felt an extreme need to pee. I didn't want any more punishments, so I released my pee into my diaper. It was actually a pleasurable feeling to be able to find relief and feel the sensation of wetness expanding through my diaper. Madam Nicole looked down at my diaper and smiled. "I see baby Kim's wetness indicator has turned blue...very good girl." "Emily, give Baby Kim one of those baby cookies as a treat." I smiled at this small act of kindness. After breakfast, I received a diaper change, but this time I was put into cloth diapers and plastic panties. I was left in my sun dress and the horrible bondage mittens remained on my hands as did the pacifier in my mouth. I was so tired from the night before that when Madam said I was being put down for a morning nap I was glad. I was again locked in my crib and left with a bottle to finish. Emily put headphones over my ears because she said that it would help me sleep. I fell asleep instantly. I wasn't sure how long I had been sleeping when I heard the nursery rhyme telling me to wet my diaper. The strange thing was I wasn't sure if it was the song that woke me or the fact that I felt my cloth diaper getting wet that woke me. The two things seemed to happen simultaneously. I was being conditioned like one of Pavlov's dogs! Actually, it was pretty amazing. I wondered if I was somehow being hypnotized during my sleep to wet on command. Emily eventually came to get me out of my crib and took me directly to the changing table. Things were starting to become somewhat routine, if you consider being treated as a baby girl routine! I was secured to the changing table and went through the usual cleaning, powdering, etc. What wasn't routine was that Emily again greased my bottom hole with her finger. I panicked, but she told me there would be no suppositories unless I "earned" another punishment. She produced a small slender dildo and slipped it up my backside. I was so greased up that it slid right in. Emily pulled the diaper up between my legs and this helped to keep the dildo in place for the time being. "Madam Nicole wanted me to place a dildo in your rear as a little reward for your better behavior." I thought to myself...reward? Emily completed my outfit with very tight-fitting rubber panties and a short belly shirt. She explained that the rubber panties would keep my diaper tight, the dildo in place, and add to my enjoyment. My enjoyment, I again wondered? Still in the mittens, Emily put me back into the toddler harness and led me downstairs at the end of a leash attached to the back of the harness. I learned how toddlers feel when they are kept in tow this way. If I moved in the wrong direction, I was immediately pulled and directed in the way my handler, Emily, wanted me to go. I felt like such a little child and was kept under the strictest control at all times. I was very aware of my backdoor intruder. Every time I took a step, the dildo also moved. My muscles would instinctively try to repel the dildo, but the tight rubber panties would push it right back in place. This caused the dildo to move in and out and to my surprise was very pleasurable. We came into a room where Madam Nicole was reading. She looked up at me and told Emily to place me in a makeshift bouncy chair. It was nothing more than a swing made out of thick rubber straps suspended from the ceiling. It took both of them to help me get situated on the swing. I looked down at the swing. Basically it was a large rubber strap that fit between my legs and was suspended from the ceiling. Another rubber strap fit around my waist. In essence, it was like a baby swing that you might see in any park. I was instructed to jump up and down much like an infant would use a bouncy chair. Madam Nicole was afraid that I might fall out of the sling, so my hands were secured above my head. As soon as I sat down on the rubber strap it pushed the dildo way up my butt. The swing, the bouncing motion, the tight rubber panties, and of course the dildo were all bringing some unbelievable pleasure to my backside. I had never felt such a pleasurable feeling coming from deep inside my butt and was pleasantly surprised. I kept a very steady jumping pace and my excitement really started to build. I actually thought that I could come if allowed to continue. It was at that moment that the nursery rhyme played, and I found myself peeing into my diaper. Everything was a blur to me. I was feeling sensations from my wetting, and the dildo just became too much for me. I screamed out as I climaxed and was glad my hands were secured above me, or I would have fallen out of the swing. I was still trying to get my composure back when Madam Nicole started to yell at me. "You little slut." "I let you wear a little dildo for some pleasure, and you have to go and ride it for a big O!" "You have violated the 'stay pure' rule, and you WILL be punished." "Emily, get my riding crop." Before I knew what was happening, the swing was removed from between my legs, but my hands remained tied above my head. Nicole pulled down my rubber panties and slid my diaper down my legs. The dildo was still up my backside. Nicole made the following demand, "I am going to whip your bottom with my riding crop for breaking the rules." "If you expel the dildo while I am whipping you, you will receive further punishments." "Understand, little girl?" I nodded yes, but already my tears were falling. Madam Nicole started on my bottom with her little whip. With each blow I would jump and cry out in pain. I was not able to concentrate on keeping the dildo in me with her whipping my butt. After receiving 5 blows, my muscles simply pushed the dildo out, and it actually seemed to shoot out of my greased bottom. Nicole picked up the intruder and put it to my face. My smell on the dildo was quite evident. She instructed me to kiss it, and after I did, she threw it on the floor. "Girl, I am not done with you!" "Chris would not appreciate me returning his wife to him as a little butt ranger, now would he?" I tried to nod "yes" the best I could. Nicole undid my wrist restraints and placed me over her knee in the traditional spanking position. My diaper was still around my ankles. Nicole used her own hand to spank me, and she was relentless. I was crying and wiggling to get out of the way, but each spanking stung my butt. Finally, Nicole tired of spanking me and pushed me to the floor. "I want little Kimberly to crawl over to the dildo and bring it back to me in her teeth." I wanted to refuse, but I didn't want any more punishments. I still wore the bondage mittens so crawling was just a little awkward. I got to where the dildo was and reached down like a dog picking up a bone and grabbed it with my teeth. I was repulsed. "Come here little doggie," Madam called out. I crawled back to where Nicole was sitting. She grabbed the dildo from my mouth and threw it across the room. "Go and fetch it again, now!" "Hurry up you little diaper slut." I crawled over to where the dildo was sitting and again brought it back to Nicole in my mouth. Nicole kept this up until I was totally exhausted. Nicole wasn't quite done with my humiliation. She instructed Emily to bring me a large bowl of water and I had to lap it up like a dog. This was repeated until I drank 3 large bowls of water. It was time for bed, and I was ready to turn in. To Be Continued…..
  2. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 8 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 8 - I'm in agony I couldn't sleep, but I was sure that was all part of the punishment plan. I couldn't stop thinking that I was in a baby's crib waiting to fill a diaper, my diaper. The intense feelings came just as Madam Nicole told me they would. My stomach and bowels were building with pressure. Oh, how I would have given anything to sit on a toilet and let myself explode. I had finished the large bag of fluid and that too was causing me problems. Between my full bladder and the need to poop, I was in agony. There I was, laying flat on my back and waiting to hear a nursery rhyme to set things in motion. Could I wait this time? I was starting to toss and turn to relieve my discomfort. It really didn't help, but it gave me something to concentrate on other than filling my diapers. At that moment the lights to the nursery came on, and Madam Nicole reappeared with her little maid servant, Emily. "Time for a diaper check, roll over for inspection!" I did as I was told, but was in obvious discomfort. I laid on my stomach as instructed. I felt the zipper on the back of my pajamas being pulled open. When it was pulled open to my waist, I felt what I presumed was Emily's hand reaching down into the multiple layers of diapers to see if I had remained dry. How embarrassing. "She is dry," came Emily's response. "Good, then zipper her back up and lock her crib again." "We don't want any wandering children in the house..." The two women left me once again to wait my ultimate punishment. Finally, when I thought it was hopeless to hold out any longer, the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb played throughout my nursery. It was safe to use my diaper. Matter of fact, I was commanded to use my diaper whenever the song played. I raised my butt off of the plastic crib sheet and gave a slight push. My bottom exploded as I felt a warm, horrible mush erupt into my diaper. I was thoroughly disgusted, but so relieved that I didn't care. Almost at the same time my bladder emptied, and emptied, and emptied. I was so glad I had on three diapers and rubber baby pants. I was going to need it. The smell hit me next. I was disgusted by the smell of my diaper. It was awful. I cried. I obviously couldn't hold my butt in the air forever and had the added humiliation of lowering my bottom into the full diaper. Now I really couldn't sleep and laid awake for what seemed to be another hour, hoping for the two women to reappear and change my diaper. When that wasn't going to happen, I somehow drifted off to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of Mary Had a Little Lamb, and found myself needing to pee, so I added to my diaper in disgust. Now I was really wet, really smelly, and totally disgusting. The two women reappeared and had all kinds of sarcastic remarks: "Gee it smells in here...did baby go poo-poo in her diaper?" "Maybe this baby should have gotten out of her crib and used the big girl potty instead of her diaper." They were laughing at my expense. Their punishment worked and we all knew it. I was going to have to follow their rules or escape. I didn't see any other options. I couldn't endure another night of hell. The details may not be all that important, but I was taken to the shower. My arms were raised over my head and my hands were attached to manacles hanging in the shower stall. Once secured, Emily removed my bondage mittens. It felt so incredible to stretch out my cramped fingers. The soiled diapers were cut from my body and fell to the bottom of the shower stall with a thump. Emily washed my body thoroughly and removed the pacifier that had been strapped in my mouth. I was clean and in much better spirits. To Be Continued….
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  4. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 7 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 7 - My first punishment Madam Nicole took charge of telling me what my punishment would be. "First, you will be sent to bed without your usual dinner." "Oh forget it!" "You are going to experience your punishment soon enough... I don't need to give you all the details upfront...it should be more 'fun' for you if you learn firsthand your punishment." "Suffice it to say, you won't be disappointed." I didn't like Madam's sinister way she communicated my early departure to bed. It was Emily's job to get me ready for bed. I was led back to the nursery; crawling with the stupid child harness directing my path. Oh, how I wanted to bolt, but I still had to wait for my opportunity. Being led by a child harness secured to my body, and my hands useless in the bondage mittens, hardly seemed like an opportunity for an escape. I remain frustrated, but determined. Back in the nursery, Emily took charge to get me ready for bed. First she removed my plastic romper, followed by my plastic pants and the thick disposable. I once again found myself strapped to the changing table. I was placed in the most humiliating position, on my back, with my knees bent, and my private area fully exposed. Emily did a nice job of powdering my private area and her gentle rubbing of powder into my skin felt incredible. Unfortunately for me, she was not intent on letting me find sexual relief. Unexpectedly, I felt Emily pushing her little finger, coated with petroleum jelly, deep into my back entrance. The feeling of her massaging my ass was incredible. Unfortunately, she abruptly stopped this motion too. She withdrew her finger and I could feel something else pushing on my back entrance. Emily slid something into my asshole. My body tried to expel the new intruder, but Emily quickly pulled a diaper up between my legs and taped it shut. Whatever was in my backside was going to stay put now. Emily continued the diapering process. She carefully cut several slits in the diaper I was wearing. She then put another fresh diaper over the one she just perforated. I was double diapered. I fully expected that she would place me in plastic panties, but she was not done diapering me yet. Again, Emily placed slits in the outermost diaper and then securely taped a third diaper around my bottom. Wow, three diapers! Chris never took those precautions before. On the third diaper she placed packing tape over the tabs to ensure they would not open. Emily asked me to raise my bottom off the table, and she proceeded to wrap packing tape completely around the waist of my diaper. This diaper was now very securely in place for the night. Emily produced a pair of large transparent high back rubber baby pants and pulled them up my legs. I was then released from the table so that Emily could put a pair of one-piece footed pajamas on me. I was instructed to move to the crib and I waddled over the best I could with the extreme bulk between my legs. I noticed I crinkled and swished as I stumbled into the crib and Emily put up the sidebars. She then swung a barred lid over the top of the crib and locked it in place. In essence, I was confined in a baby cage with white bars surrounding me. The pacifier and mittens were not removed from me, much to my chagrin. Madam Nicole entered the room to check Emily's work and to wish me a goodnight sleep. "So if it isn't my little baby in training all tucked into her nice crib for the night," Madam Nicole teased. I was watching Nicole through the bars to see what she was doing. She hung a large clear bag full of fluid at my bedside. The bag looked like something you would see hanging next to a hospital bed. The tube running from the bag was inserted to the front of my pacifier and I could immediately feel fluid running to the back of my throat. Madam began her bedtime speech: "Let me tell my newest baby how we deal with bad little babies here. If I remember right, baby Kim could not hold her pee-pee and wet her diaper before it was OK. So now baby Kim has to endure an early bedtime. If you were wondering what Emily placed in your bottom, it will become apparent to you shortly. It takes a little time for the suppositories to work. You should feel a little grumbling in your lower stomach area alerting you that they are working. Make sure you ignore these feelings, or you may not be able to sleep sound. That would be such a shame, wouldn't you agree? Also, you will be glad to know that you will be getting plenty of fluids tonight as the bag outside your crib slowly drips its contents into your throat. Make sure you empty the bag by drinking every drop. The sooner you drink it up, the sooner you will be able to fall asleep. Sometime tonight you will hear the nursery rhyme letting you know that it is OK to go potty. Since I don't want to disturb your rest tonight by removing you from your crib, please feel free to use your diapers. You showed me earlier today that you already know how to use your diapers, so it shouldn't be hard. This time I want you to show me that you can wait until the magic nursery rhyme is played before going potty in your diaper. Can my little baby do that for me?" I was upset, but had to lay there and take it. The pacifier and constant dripping of water at the back of my throat kept me quiet. I was also extremely worried about the suppositories resting in my bottom. That was a dirty trick, no pun intended. I was wondering... How long would it take before my bodily functions took over? Could I wait until the dumb nursery rhyme played? Peeing in a diaper is humiliating, but pooping in a diaper? How in the world could I endure the next few hours? In the end, would they come and change me, or leave me all night to lay in my mess? This was punishment. I had to escape. The two women left the nursery and I pushed on the bars of the crib in a desperate attempt to get out of my baby cage. The bars held secure, and I looked up through the bars waiting for my body to react. To Be continued….
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