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  1. The Story Amanda was driving to work on Monday morning, having only recently started her new job at an insurance brokerage firm which was her first employer since graduating college. Though she had moved back home with her mom since returning from college, the girl was pleased with her new salary which she felt she could easily save up to get her own apartment, plus she had other benefits like a company car so at 22 years of age, she felt proud of where she was in life. She was blonde with her hair cut shoulder length, and on the short side with a body that was a teeny bit plump but she felt the softness just made her cute, and at least gave her a bigger butt and thicker thighs to make up for her modest bust. She was dressed smartly for work in a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, with a matching blazer on the seat beside her. Amanda was approaching a T-junction when her phone buzzed so she glanced at it to see a message from one of her friends regarding a holiday they were planning. With one eye on the road, she skimmed through the message then began to type a reply, as it was about a special booking offer that her friend thought they could take advantage of if they got on with it, then realised too late that she was pulling out in front of an oncoming car, which had right of way. The girl quickly accelerated, to get herself clear before the car crashed into her side, while the other driver sharply braked and swerved with the two cars narrowly avoiding a collision. The girl pulled up to the side of the road, her heart racing in panic at the near miss, then rushed out of her car, and with relief saw the other driver had safely pulled up on the other side of the road without crashing, and was also getting out of their vehicle unharmed. It was a woman in her late forties, attractive and just slightly taller than Amanda, with wavy auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and dressed in a turquoise dress that showed the cleavage of her busty chest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry!” Amanda apologised, making sure she looked both ways this time before hurrying across the road. “Yes I’m fine, but not thanks to your driving!” The woman said angrily. “What were you thinking pulling out in front of me like that?” “I’m really sorry.” The girl said again, knowing she was at fault. “You were on your phone weren’t you?” “What? No, I um…” “Don’t lie! I saw you were on your phone. Was whatever social media you were on more important than the safety of yourself and other drivers?” “No… I didn’t think… I would never do that again!” “You should be thankful that’s the choice you can make, as you certainly wouldn’t be doing it again if we had collided and you’d been paralysed or worse… or lost your licence for whatever might of happened to me!” Amanda looked at her feet, blushing at being told off. “What’s your name?” The woman suddenly asked. “Amanda.” The blonde said, wondering whether she should have perhaps given a false name. “Amanda sounds a bit too mature for a silly girl like you. I think Mandie is more appropriate.” “Well, Amanda is my name, not Mandie.” Amanda snapped, annoyed at being called a ‘silly girl’ by the angry woman. Sure, she had been caught out dangerous driving, and the woman was rightfully cross, but that didn’t mean she could just disrespect her like that. “Don’t backtalk to me Mandie. I should report you for driving like that while using your phone! You nearly caused a serious accident…” “Look, I said I was sorry. Could we just forgot it please? No harm done and I promise I’ve learnt my lesson!” Amanda said, bristling that the woman was insisting on calling her ‘Mandie’ though thought it was best not to argue with her about it if she wanted to get away without being reported. “I don’t know… I bet if I let you drive off you’d just be back on your phone in a heartbeat, and won’t learn until you’ve had a serious accident or been in serious trouble. And I think trouble is much preferable to an accident, don’t you Mandie?” “I promise I’ve learnt my lesson. It was the only time I’ve used my phone at the wheel and I won’t ever do it again!” Amanda pleaded with the woman, who wasn’t seeming convinced. “Look, how about I pay you a little for all the trouble I’ve caused…” “Oh, so as well as a silly girl, you are some spoilt brat who thinks she can pay her way out of trouble. Oh no, you definitely need to be reported as think you’ll take the police more seriously than you are me…” “No please, it’s not that I’m spoiled… I just wanted to make it up to you without getting the police involved. Please, it’s a company car so any incidents involving the police will go back to my employer, and it’s my first ever job and I’m still new so it could get me fired!” Amanda appealed to the woman, aware that admitting it was a company car could backfire but hoping it showed the lady that she was taking this seriously and didn’t need the police involved. “Work car huh? Yes, I imagine if your employer found out you could get in quite a bit of trouble Mandie!” The woman said, seeming to be pondering something which Amanda hoped was forgiveness. “How about we strike a little deal? Instead of reporting you to the police, you shall come back to my house so I can punish you personally in a way befitting a silly brat, sounds fair? That way you learn your lesson without the police or your employers ever knowing…” “Punish me? What do you mean?” Amanda asked, shocked at the strangeness of the suggestion. She couldn’t imagine what the woman could possibly have in mind. “It won’t be anything much, just something to make you remember this lesson next time you find yourself reaching for your phone while driving. But you’ll have to agree to go through with it!” “How can I agree if I don’t know what it is?” Amanda said. “Okay Mandie, the police it is then…” The woman said, reaching into her handbag for her phone. “Okay fine, I’ll do whatever you want me to, just please don’t call the police.” Amanda agreed desperately. Surely whatever it was wouldn’t compare to the threat of her losing her job, so she resolved she’d just have to go through with it. ‘It’s probably something dumb like writing lines… maybe she is a teacher.’ She thought to herself. Leaving her car on the side of the road, Amanda fetched her handbag from the passenger’s seat, then reluctantly climbed into the woman’s car, hoping she wasn’t making a serious mistake. “Who are you texting?” The woman asked, seeing Amanda had pulled out her mobile. “Oh, I was just telling work I’d be a little late in…” “You better tell them you shan’t be in today at all… just say you’re sick or something.” “Really, this is going to take all day?” “Yes, though perhaps the police would be quicker?” Amanda sighed, but begrudgingly texted her boss to say she had an awful migraine so wouldn’t be in office today. **** Amanda sat in sullen silence in the passenger seat, wondering what the woman could possibly have in mind as her punishment. They didn’t speak as they drove back to her home in the wealthy suburbs, turning into a cul-de-sac road named Sapphire Lane where they pulled into the driveway of house No. 26. It was a large detached house, and Amanda found herself even more cowed as it was clear the woman was quite well-off. “Oh, I haven’t even introduced myself, my name is Isla…” The woman said as they got out the car. “… but you will call me mommy today.” “Mommy?” Amanda said, frozen in shock at the demand. “Yes Mandie, not hard is it?” Isla grinned then led the way to the house. Amanda reluctantly followed, unable to believe the woman wanted her to call her ‘mommy’ with it suddenly dawning on her that this mysterious punishment she had agreed to could be sex related. “Why should I call your mommy? Are you a lesbian or something with a kink for younger woman!” “You should call me mommy as otherwise you’ll me calling me ma’am in front of the police. I hope you don’t answer back to every simple little instruction or otherwise I shall have to make your punishment much worse… so is it mommy or ma’am?” Amanda frowned but sighed “Mommy.” “Good girl!” Isla smiled, pinching her belittlingly on the cheek, before unlocking the front door and letting them inside. The woman’s house was as nice inside as it was outside, and she followed the woman in the large airy lounge with plush sofas, a large TV, and a well-stocked bookcase. “First we’ll start with a spanking, strip out of those clothes Mandie.” Isla said, sitting on the sofa. “What!” Amanda exclaimed, shocked at what the woman was proposing though thought she probably should of guessed it would be something weird and demeaning like that as soon as the woman had proposed to punish her in a way ‘befitting a silly brat’. “Are you a brat who answers back, or just a little dim-witted when it comes to understanding commands? Take off your clothes and bend over my knee.” “If you’re going to spank me, couldn’t we just do it with my skirt on?” Amanda said, not believing she was actually negotiating a spanking with the woman. “No, besides I think those office clothes are far too mature for a silly girl like you. Now hurry up!” Amanda sighed, but decided arguing with the woman might just make matters worse, so placed her handbag on the sofa, and reached behind herself to unzip her pencil skirt. ‘The quicker I get this over with, the faster I can get out of here though not sure why she told me to tell work I wouldn’t be making it in today if it’s just a spanking…’ She pulled down her skirt then removed her blouse so she was stood in her black lace underwear, then hesitantly went over to the woman to bend over her knee as instructed. “Take off those bra and panties too.” Amanda grimaced but stripped naked in front of the woman, thinking how she had never been nude in front of a stranger before. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but felt humiliated to have it on display to the attractive authoritative older woman, and she shivered slightly, not because it was particularly cold but because it felt weird to feel the light breeze from an open window all over her naked skin. “Gosh, maybe you are a little dim-witted. I told you to come bend over my knee, not just to stand there.” Isla said, and Amanda blushed at being scolded by the clothed woman. She, though mortified at the position she was putting herself in, bent over the woman’s knee so her big ass was ready for the palm of Isla’s hand. “What a cute butt. So soft…” Isla said, caressing her fingers over it. “Is it used to being spanked?” Amanda shook her head, not remembering ever having been spanked in her entire life. “Surprising, as if I was your mother I would definitely be using it as a regular method of discipline. Perhaps with some spankings, you would have been a less reckless driver and not be in this predicament right now.” Isla said then slapped her hand down on the girl’s bare bottom. Amanda squealed, though mostly from surprise, as the woman followed the slap with three spanks, in quick succession, on her right buttock, before administering the same number to her left. Each slap was loud, and made Amanda’s butt jiggle, with the blonde moaning in humiliation and twinges of pain though she was ashamed to admit that the sensation was weirdly pleasurable. ‘I might even enjoy it if it was during some kinky sex, and not as punishment from a stranger!’ Amanda thought though as the spanking continued and her butt reddened with soreness, each slap slowly became more stinging. Isla was alternating buttocks with every fifth or sixth slap, which gave each ass cheek a longer break, but meant when it was receiving attention, it had to endure more at once. “Tell me what this is teaching you.” Isla said, not pausing in spanking the girl. “That I shouldn’t use my phone while driving… Ow! I promise I will never do that again and make sure I’m much more careful on the road!” Amanda simpered, crying out a little when a slap was particularly stinging on her sore ass. “Good girl. Now thank me for taking my time in teaching you a lesson rather than just letting the police deal with you.” “Thank you mommy, thank you for teaching me to be good!” Amanda cried, ashamed to be pathetically thanking somebody giving her a bare bottom spanking at 22 years old. “Okay, I think that’s enough… Your butt is even more adorable when it’s a shade of reddish-pink!” Isla grinned, letting the naked girl stand back up. “I’ll just go and get a few other bits for the next part of your punishment.” Amanda was left waiting, standing by the sofa and caressing her sore butt which she couldn’t believe she had allowed to be spanked, but despite how embarrassing it was, she admitted it was better than having to explain her driving to the police and risk losing her job because of it. She wondered what the woman was fetching, and guessed her punishment wasn’t over yet… ‘maybe she’s going to make me clean her house or something…’ Isla returned, placing a bunch of things on the coffee table which Amanda looked at in disbelief. It was a bottle of baby powder, a light blue bodysuit with a pattern of cartoon daisies, some oversized mittens, and, what drew Amanda’s gaze the most, a white adult diaper with a pattern of blue stars. “What is all of this for!” She exclaimed. “For you to wear silly.” Isla said, unrolling a changing matt, patterned with cartoon jungle animals, on the carpet. “But that is a diaper!” “Yes, you aren’t as dumb as I thought.” Isla laughed sarcastically. “Now lie down on the matt.” “No way am I wearing that!” “Yes you are, this is part of the punishment we agreed on for me to not call the police. Or would you prefer if I spoke to your employer directly about you nearly crashing the company car they unwisely gave a silly little brat like you?” Amanda groaned, but moodily sat on the matt, thinking how the spanking seemed relatively dignified when it was compared to being diapered. The blonde led on her back and reluctantly lifted her butt off the ground so the woman could slide the unfurled diaper beneath her. She lowered her butt back down on the diaper, thinking it actually felt kinda nice on her sore buttocks, but the humiliation of what was happening to her quickly drove that thought out of her mind. Isla reached for the bottle of baby powder, and sprinkled it over the blonde’s clean shaven pussy. ‘Is she actually thinking I’m going to wet myself in this diaper, or is the powder to just make it feel even more mortifying…’ The woman closed the diaper and taped it up on the girl who couldn’t believe, as a 22 year old insurance broker, that she was actually wearing a diaper. “Do you like it?” “No!” Amanda moaned. “Oh come now, it’s cute and definitely suits you! Or I can get you another diaper, I have ones with more girly patterns or ones that are bigger and bulkier…” “No, I’ll stay in this one.” Amanda sighed, not wanting to make her punishment even more embarrassing than it had to be. “Good girl, so you do like it!” “Yes…” Amanda was forced to say, though she definitely did not like the diaper. “Tell me properly, I think you can manage sentences rather than just single words. And remember what I told you to call me Mandie!” “I like this diaper mommy.” Amanda blushed, the words feeling surreal as they came out her mouth. She was mortified at being made to say it but then reasoned she hadn’t any more dignity to lose seeing she was lying diapered on a changing matt, smelling of baby powder. Isla laughed then ordered the girl to stand up and put her arms up so she could pull the bodysuit onsie onto her. It had short sleeves but no legs, and a snap crotch which the woman pulled down over the girl’s diaper then clipped closed. Though the onsie hid her diaper, it did nothing to obscure the shape so the blonde knew that anyone looking would be able to tell straight away she was diapered beneath it. “Why do you even have diapers and this onsie thing…” Amanda asked as the woman tugged her onsie a little so it was neatly in place. “That’s a fair question. It’s bad luck for you that our near miss happened when it did as I only recently got all of this stuff. You see my 18 year old goddaughter is a naughty brat like you, and she’s coming to stay with me for a few weeks when her mother’s abroad on a business trip, so all of this is to surprise her! She is going to be diapered just like you, and dressed in silly little rompers, pyjamas, dresses, and other cutesy things only for her it will last for weeks until her mother returns, while you should be thankful I’ll be letting you go later today…” Amanda found it hard to be thankful as she’d rather not be diapered and spanked at all, even if it was only for a day but was certainly glad she didn’t have a godmother like Isla. She wondered how the woman expected her goddaughter to go along with it all, especially for weeks, and pondered if the woman had some blackmail material on that girl too. Meanwhile Isla had picked up mittens from the coffee table, and made the blonde hold out her hands so she could pull them on. They were bondage mittens that tightened around her wrists so she wouldn’t be able to remove them without the woman’s help again, but made of thick pink material, that was soft but prevented her from using her fingers, rather than black leather that ones in BDSM would normally be made of. “This way I won’t have you touching things I don’t want you to. If only you could wear them driving as that’ll stop you using your phone, though suppose they’ll get in the way of driving the car too.” Isla laughed. Amanda felt more vulnerable now she was in the bondage mittens, as before she was just constrained by the threats of the police, but now she was also physically limited with what she could use her hands for. ‘Was making a deal with this crazy woman the best idea? What could she want to do to me next!’ Isla told the blonde to follow her again, and they left the lounge, with Amanda glancing at her handbag being left behind on the sofa which contained her car keys, phone, and purse. Not that she would be able to handle any of those object with her hands in the mittens… At the end of the corridor was a wooden bench against the wall, and the girl saw that on the legs of the bench were two chains which ended in fluffy pink ankle cuffs. Above the bench, on the wall, was a hook which dangled two more chains which ended in fluffy pink wrist cuffs. It wasn’t hard for Amanda, slightly panicked, to guess what the fours cuffs were for… “This is the ‘naughty step’ I created for my goddaughter, though you shall be the guinea pig testing it! Hop on.” “You aren’t going to cuff me are you mommy? I promise I’ll sit here for as long as you want without them…” Amanda said, wanting to avoid being made even more helpless in the weird woman’s house, and hoping that willingly addressing her as mommy would help persuade Isla to be more lenient towards her. “You always have questions or complaints to every instruction I give you Mandie. Come on, hop on the naughty step otherwise I’ll sit there instead to give you another spanking over my knee.” Amanda climbed onto the bench, and sighed as the woman bent down to bind her ankles in the comfortable, but secure, fluffy cuffs. Isla then pulled the blonde’s arms above her head to cuff them to the hook on the wall. The girl wiggled on the bench, finding the wood wasn’t uncomfortable with the cushioning of her diaper, but not liking how she was now utterly helpless. It seemed the woman was just taking advantage of her to explore her weird fetishes, however Amanda couldn’t help thinking of the dangers of allowing herself to be tied up by a stranger, especially when no one knew she was even there. “Now wait there while I fetch something…” Isla laughed, knowing the girl had no choice but to wait. Amanda dreaded what the woman could be fetching this time, and couldn’t begin to guess what it could be but she was sure it’d be something weird and humiliating. The girl saw she wasn’t wrong as Isla returned holding several things she placed on the bench next to the blonde. They were a cloth bid, a jar of baby food, a soft plastic spoon, a baby bottle, and something that looked like a pacifier with straps. “As you’re going to be sat there for a while, I don’t want you to go hungry or thirsty.” Isla explained, tying the bid around the girl’s neck. “I’m not hungry mommy, I don’t normally eat lunch so early.” “While you’re in my house, I decide when you eat lunch.” Isla said, unscrewing the lid of the jar and scooping a big pile of mush onto the spoon. “What is it?” Amanda said, eyeing the unappetising puree which she knew would be going into her mouth. “A mix of pureed vegetables. I’m not sure it will be yummy but its healthy, and you are being punished after all. Open wide!” Amanda allowed the woman to spoon the mush into her mouth, and she swallowed, screwing up her face in disgust at the bland puree. “Yuck!” The girl exclaimed, and tightly closed her mouth, not wanting to accept any more of the gross mush between her lips. “Don’t be bratty again Mandie or you’ll get more spankings. Do you want more spankings or to eat like a good little girl?” Isla said, holding a spoon full of mush to the blonde’s lips. Amanda groaned in protest but reluctantly opened her mouth again, knowing she’d probably have to eat it sometime before the woman allowed her to leave so deciding it was best to accept her fate sooner rather than after repeating the humiliation of being spanked. “It’s not that bad is it?” Isla smiled as Amanda swallowed another spoonful of pureed vegetables. “Are you finding sitting on your padded diapered butt comfortable?” “Yes mommy.” Amanda groaned between mouthfuls of mushy food. She knew she couldn’t keep giving the woman bratty answers, and truth be told the diapers did provide a pillow to the bench she was forced to sit on, so, as much as she hated to admit it, they were comfy. “Then if you like your food and your comfy diapers, why do you look so sad?” Isla laughed mockingly. “Maybe if we played airplanes while I feed you…” The woman made a noisy plane noise while gliding the spoon through the air as if it was in flight. “Open wide as the airplane is coming in for landing!” Amanda begrudgingly opened her mouth to accept the cargo of the ‘airplane’, swallowing more of the weakly flavoured mush. Isla repeated the game a few times until Amanda, even more humiliated, begged her to stop. “I’ll just eat the food normally!” The girl said, blushing as she realised she was calling being spoon fed without pretending it was an airplane ‘normal’. “Okay then Mandie, eat up!” Isla said, shovelling the pureed vegetables into the girl’s mouth, giving the blonde another spoonful of mush as soon as she swallowed. Amanda couldn’t help gagging a little as she tried to keep up with how rapidly the woman was feeding her the nasty food, and felt the mush get smudged around her lips as the spoon feeding grew messier. “Maybe we will need that bib if you aren’t careful…” Isla said, using the edge of the soft plastic spoon to carefully wipe the mush off of the girl’s lips, and into her mouth. The blonde was glad to see the jar finally empty as she ate her last mouthful. “Yuck.” The blonde couldn’t help coughing after she swallowed. “Aww, I’m sure you would learn to enjoy the food after a while… too bad I’m letting you go later as I’d love to see you slowly appreciate it a little more with every feeding. Oh well, you can thank my goddaughter for that as if I wasn’t getting her in a few weeks, I’d be tempted to keep you.” Amanda was glad the woman didn’t want to ‘keep’ her as she was prepared to endure the weird humiliations for a day but any longer would make her question if she wasn’t better off trying her luck with the police. She felt a little sorry for the goddaughter, but being sat in her diaper, onsie, bib, and mittens with her hands bound above her head and her tummy full of the baby food, she definitely rather it was inflicted on a stranger than herself. “Now it’s time for some apple juice to make sure you’re hydrated, as we don’t want that diaper going to waste!” Isla laughed, placing down the empty jar and spoon, and picking up the baby bottle full of golden liquid. Amanda moaned, guessing she really was going to have to pee in the diaper before the woman was satisfied. “Let’s clean those messy lips…” Isla said, pulling up the girl’s bid to wipe the mush smeared over her mouth, before bringing the rubber nipple of the bottle to her lips. Amanda reluctantly suckled on the rubber nipple, tasting the sweet apple juice which, compared to the pureed food, tasted nice but was still humiliating being bottle fed it by a woman. Especially as Isla mockingly reminded her it was so she would be sure to fill her diapers with pee. “Do you like it?” Isla asked and Amanda, without getting to stop suckling on the bottle, shook her head. “Aww, you’re such a fussy girl! Well I could get you some milk instead? Or perhaps you’d prefer coffee or even castor oil… though those might cause you to need your diaper for another reason.” Amanda shook her head, deciding that she was fine with the apple juice if those other liquids were the alternatives as peeing in a diaper was mortifying and gross enough, but she didn’t want to find out what messing one would feel like, both physically and emotionally. “Good girl, I bet you do think its yummy but you’re just grumpy. You’re half way there already!” Isla laughed, but didn’t give the girl a break, making her continue until she had downed the entire bottle of apple juice. When the rubber nipple was removed from her lips, Amanda couldn’t help burping a little, blushing at her loss of control but it only made Isla laugh. “Oh dear, I would of brought a burp cloth too if I know you’ll be like that!” Amanda blushed at the suggestion that she would need a burp cloth, embarrassed that she had let out a little belch. “I think I’ll leave you for a while on the naughty step so you can think about what a bratty girl you are, and make you reflect on your driving safety which is the thing that got you in trouble. But I’m not a mean mommy so I’ll leave you something to suck on…” Isla said, showing the girl the pink pacifier which had straps like a ball gag. Amanda resigned herself to yet another humiliation as the pacifier gag was pushed into her mouth, her lips wrapping around a rubber teat again, while the woman securely strapped it around her head. “See you later Mandie!” Isla grinned then walked away back to the lounge, leaving her bound on the ‘naughty step’. She sat alone, wiggling a little on the bench but helpless with her arms pulled above her head, bound to the hook on the wall. She didn’t want to pee herself, but could feel the urge coming on, and wondered if she was better off just allowing her bladder to release rather than fighting to keep her dignity, if she even had any dignity left after the spanking, diapering, and spoon and bottle feeding. She suspected Isla would keep her bound on the ‘naughty step’ until she wet herself, so holding out would only elongate her time in the weird woman’s clutches. Maybe if she just got on and wet herself, she would be allowed to leave at last. After all, it surely must be the final humiliation that the woman had in mind for her bizarre punishment. However with the pacifier in her mouth, which she was ashamed to realise she had begun to suck on out of boredom, she couldn’t call out to tell the woman she had wet herself so realised she would be stuck regardless until Isla returned. She didn’t want to make matters worse by sitting in a soggy diaper so held her pee, though the urge to piss was beginning to grow. As time stretched on, Amanda found herself feeling a strange mix of tedium at just sitting with nothing to do besides suck on her pacifier, humiliation at the ordeal, and a mounting desperation as her urge to pee grew stronger. She was glad when the woman returned. “How are you doing Mandie?” Isla asked, though knew the pacified girl couldn’t respond, at least beyond incoherent frustrated mumbling through the gag. The woman rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, sighing. “This doesn’t feel soggy at all… I guess you need a little longer.” Amanda moaned as she watched the woman abruptly leave her again, and knew that she definitely wouldn’t be freed until she had pissed herself. She resolved herself to the necessity of the humiliating act, though found that consciously wetting herself, despite her desperation to pee, wasn’t an easy psychological barrier to overcome. She sat longer, wiggling in discomfort but unable to empty her bladder due to years of toilet use ingrained on her muscle memory, however Amanda eventually willed herself to pee. The blonde relieved herself in the diaper, feeling the warm and wet sensation as it filled with her urine. She was ashamed to find it felt strangely nice, even a little erotic between her legs, but this sensation of liberating freedom was tempered by the fact she was bound on a ‘naughty step’ in a stranger’s house. She felt that the diaper had grown bulkier between her thighs as it absorbed her pee. ‘I never thought I’d wet a diaper again…’ The 22 year old blonde thought forlornly. ‘Why couldn’t the bitch have some normal fetish… she’s kinda hot so licking her pussy wouldn’t of been so bad compared to this!’ She sat in her wet diaper, waiting expectantly for the woman to return, however Isla was gone for twice as long as the first time, so when she at last returned, Amanda had, unintentionally but through desperation, wet her diaper for a second time and found that the warmness of her fresh pee had turned cold. “That’s more like it Mandie!.” Isla beamed as she rubbed her hand over the girl’s crotch, squishing her soggy diaper. “So have you learnt your lesson? Will you be a good girl who drives carefully?” Amanda nodded, shamed but relieved that it seemed like her punishment was coming to an end. Isla bent down to uncuff the girl’s ankles then unstrapped the gag, removing the pacifier from the blonde’s mouth. “Please let me go now…” Amanda begged after exercising her jaw, stiff from the pacifier. “We’ve almost done Mandie, just a tiny bit more left of your punishment…” Isla said as she uncuffed the girl’s wrists, allowing the blonde to lower her arms at last. “But I’ve already been spanked, humiliated, diapered, and made to sit in my piss, tied up, for hours!” Amanda complained, though was glad that at least she had been released from the bondage. “Aww, I know, but you deserve it. Besides I think you’re much cuter in the diaper and onsie than those boring business clothes you think make you so mature. Anyway that diaper looks awfully full, you don’t want to leak do you?” Amanda shook her head. “Speak when I ask you a question, or do you want your pacifier back to suck if you’re going to give me sullen silence?” “No… mommy.” Amanda mumbled, adding the second word in the hopes of appeasing the woman, as she really didn’t want the extra shame of not only wetting a diaper, but peeing in it to the extent that it leaked. She hoped the woman would let her take it off now, but dreaded what the ‘tiny bit’ left of her punishment was. “Good girl, now follow me…” Isla said, leading the girl, not to the lounge, but upstairs to a bedroom that was decorated girlishly in bright pink with shelves full of soft toys, and to Amanda’s concern, packs of various different kinds of diapers. The bed she noticed was surrounded by wooden barred walls, with one side currently pulled down so it wasn’t too dissimilar from a normal adult bed, however pulled back up and it would turn into a big crib. “This is the room I have recently decorated for my goddaughter’s visit! Cute isn’t it!” “Yes mommy.” Amanda pretended to agree though was glad she wouldn’t have to stay in such a girly room, and thought the woman really was crazy going to such effort and expense to inflict her bizarre fetish on her poor unsuspecting goddaughter. “Now let’s get you undressed so we can sort out your wet diaper problem.” Isla said, and removed the girl’s bid. “I shall have to wash this before my goddaughter comes as you’ve been quite a messy girl!” Amanda allowed the woman to undress her, blushing as she realised she didn’t really have a choice as with her hands in the bondage mittens, she wouldn’t have been able to remove the clothing by herself. It felt so belittling to be forced to rely on the woman for something as simple as undressing. With her onsie removed, she was left topless in her diaper, noticeably having expanded in its wet fullness since it had been put on her, and her bondage mittens. The woman instructed her to lie back on the bed and Amanda obeyed, thinking that removing her used diaper on the clean sheets was risky, but it’d be the woman’s own fault if she had some more washing to do… “Goodness, it is very full! I guess that apple juice went right through you…” “You did leave me for hours.” Amanda reproached. “Yes, I was having lunch… and then I watched a movie.” Isla said a she rummaged through the shelves, and returned with another diaper which was bigger and bulkier than the one the girl was currently wearing. It was white with a pattern of pink cartoon flowers. “Oh, you’re not changing me into a new diaper!” Amanda cried out, having thought the punishment was almost over, and that she would just have her diaper removed, not swapped for a fresh one. “No, technically I’m not going to change you…” Isla laughed, unfolding the diaper then forcing the blonde to lift up her legs and butt so it could be placed under her. “Wait, what are you doing?” Amanda protested as the woman diapered her over her existing soggy diaper. “Double diapering you! If the first diaper leaks then this one will absorb the overflowing pee!” Isla grinned, taping the bulkier diaper securely. The double diapers were very thick, and she could feel the bulge between her thighs which she felt would give her gait a slight waddle, and wondered in despair how long the woman was going to make her wear them for. Was she going to have to keep wetting until she leaked into the second diaper? “That should protect against leaks… now let’s get you dressed.” Isla said. Amanda expected to be put back into the onsie, however the woman turned to look through a wardrobe with the blonde catching sight of a bunch of girly dresses which she guessed the goddaughter would be made to wear. “This one will be adorable! I think it would have been a little loose on my goddaughter but will be perfect on you!” “Oh, please don’t make me wear that… I’ve done everything else you’ve made me do but aren’t things becoming a bit unfair now!” “Me getting injured because of your dangerous driving would have been unfair. But don’t worry, I’ll be letting you go shortly, just after you wear this pretty little dress for mommy.” “Okay fine.” Amanda groaned, and allowed the woman to pull the dress over her head, and help her mittened hands through the arm holes. The dress was white, with a conservative neckline so it didn’t show any of her cleavage but was armless so they were left bare. The skirt of the dress began just beneath her breasts, and was extremely short with a white underskirt that didn’t come close to covering her diaper, and a slightly longer wispily transparent overskirt. “It doesn’t even cover my diapers!” Amanda complained, though not sure why as it wasn’t like she could hide the fact she was diapered from the woman anyway, and wouldn’t be going out in public dressed like she was. However being dressed in such a girly dressed that exposed her bulky diaper was somehow more embarrassing than being nude in diapers. “If you think it doesn’t cover your diapers from the front, then you should see how much they stick out from behind!” Isla laughed, slapping the girl’s butt which just created a hollow thudding sound, rather than a ringing slapping noise, due to the layers of padding. “But don’t worry, I’ve got tights to put on you too.” Isla got out some white tights, and Amanda sat back on the side of the bed while the woman pushed her feet into them then carefully pulled them up her legs. The blonde had to stand up so the woman could shimmy the tights all the way up over her diaper which remained clearly visible through the thin white material. “Doesn’t exactly hide it do they…” “No, but they’ll help keep it up when it gets even more full! As two big soggy diapers could get quite heavy…” Isla said brightly, laughing again as she patted the girl’s thickly padded butt. “You look so adorable but I have something to make you even cuter!” Isla pulled out a short little petticoat which she made the blonde step into, then pulled it up under her dress, positioning it under her skirts to make them even more poofy which as well as making the dress even more girly, also had the consequence of making it ride up higher, exposing her diapers even more. “Now the final thing…” Isla said, with a pair of white flats with bows on the toe box. “I hope they fit as I brought them in my goddaughter’s size, otherwise you’ll have to wear your work shoes but black high heels wouldn’t suit this cute outfit!” The woman slipped the shoes onto the girl’s feet. “Aww, just like the glass slipper on Cinderella, they fit perfectly.” She smiled delightedly, and got the miserable girl to twirl in her cutesy outfit. She wasn’t sure if given the choice to just wear the white dress or the double diapers beneath her own clothes, which she’d pick, and felt she was leaning towards the diapers as at least at a glance they’d be hidden beneath her pencil skirt. However she didn’t get to pick between the super short dress and soaked diapers, but had to wear both together… “Do you like your outfit Mandie?” Amanda wanted to shout ‘No, I hate it!’ but restrained herself, and just nodded “Yes mommy, it is kinda cute…” in the hopes that she will at last appease the woman, and be allowed to change back into her office wear and leave at last. “Good! Now come along, let’s go back downstairs… I think your punishment is over.” “Really!” Amanda perked up, relieved that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. She followed the woman back downstairs, embarrassed to find that the thick double diapers were really making her waddle but too excited to be getting out of the weird woman’s house to care. “We can take these off now…” Isla said, unfastening the bondage mittens and pulling them off the blonde’s hands, with Amanda finding she actually smiled at the woman for it. “Wait here and I’ll get your handbag.” Isla said, going into the lounge. When she was alone, Amanda let out a deep sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she had been stupid enough to nearly get herself in a car accident, and had the bad luck for the near miss to be with a crazy lady who clearly had some bizarre fetishes she was willing to use blackmail to have fulfilled. However, though the spanking, diapering, wetting, feeding, and dressing up had all been humiliating, it was all over now and she could return home content she still had her job to go to the next day. Isla returned, opening up the girl’s handbag and pulling out her phone. She held it up to the blonde and said “Smile!” before snapping a photo of her, definitely not smiling, in her super short girly white dress, diapers, and tights. “I’ve made it your screensaver, so next time you reach for your phone while driving you’ll be reminded of the consequences!” Isla laughed, slipping the phone back into the handbag. “Yes mommy.” Amanda sighed, knowing she would be deleting that picture as soon as her phone was returned, and, knowing she soon be back in her own clothes and returning to her car, finding it easy to endure the final slice of humiliation from the woman. “Can I get changed in the bathroom, you know, so I can get myself cleaned up…” Amanda asked as the woman handed back her handbag. “Change?” Isla laughed. “Oh no, you’re leaving now!” To Amanda’s shock, the woman opened the front door, and before she could react with anything more than surprised stuttering, found herself womanhandled out of the door. She even felt Isla give her butt a gentle kick, or at least it felt gentle through the layers of padding, as she was pushed out onto the front step with the door shut and locked behind her. She knocked on the door desperately, opening the letterbox to cry pleadingly through. “Please let me back in and give me my clothes back! Oh hurry before somebody comes by and sees me! I did everything you asked me to!” However Isla did not return, and it slowly dawned on her that she was now stranded in pubic diapered in her ridiculously girly outfit. After wanting nothing more than to escape the woman’s house the whole time she had been there, now the blonde found herself praying that she was let back inside. “You can’t expect me to walk back to my car like this!” Amanda shouted, it sinking in how far a walk it would be through the suburbs until she reached her car again. However it was clear that Isla really did expect her to walk it, and she eventually gave up. She had thought her punishment was over, but it seemed she still had the worse, most humiliating, part of it left… She thought about going around the side of the house and trying the back door, but thought that persisting might cause Isla to get angry with her again, and subject her to another session of humiliation, perhaps to punish her for something ridiculous like ‘trespassing’. She remembered the stacks of diapers in the pink bedroom, and how the bed could turn into an adult crib, and decided she didn’t want to risk experiencing any more of the things the woman had brought to use on her goddaughter. Though she couldn’t bear the thought, the blonde knew she had no choice but to walk back to her car. As Amanda tentatively crept down the driveway, making sure the road was clear, she supposed she should just be thankful she hadn’t been reported to the police and gotten fired from her job, and that her punishment had been relatively brief compared to what Isla’s unwitting goddaughter, which all the clothes, diapers, and equipment had been brought for, had in store. However it was hard to feel lucky when walking, or rather waddling, through public dressed in a ridiculously cutesy dress that no 22 year old should ever be wearing, with her double diapered butt on clear display. She hoped by some miracle she would be able to make it back to her car without being seen even though she knew that it would be near impossible to walk so far through the suburbs without crossing paths with other pedestrians, as well as not being seen by drivers on the road. Her heart sank when she saw two 18 year old high school seniors come into view from a bend in the road, and she realised that school, the nearby Ginerva Academy, must of just finished and the streets would be full of seniors on their way home… Author’s Note: This is a little taster of a new series I’ll be working on featuring Isla and her goddaughter. Amanda got off easy compared to what’s in store for the other girl!
  2. Role Reversal – 8 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 8 - Chris tells his tale from the crib Kim asked me to add my perspective on my afternoon spent in the nursery and I agreed. As Kim mentioned, I love being the one in control. So it was extremely strange for me to be so totally out of control and so far out of my comfort zone. I was a grown man; although I didn't feel like one or look like one laying on my back in a crib. Kim's plan was simply ingenious. On the one hand I could get up and leave at any time by simply crawling out of the crib. On the other hand, I knew that this simple act would likely draw the attention of Karen and that would have been suicide for my reputation in the community. And where could I go with my hands securely locked in bondage mittens? I may not even be able to open doors. I felt helpless and humiliated. I knew that it was just a matter of time before I had to wet myself. I tried to hold off as an act of defiance against Kim, but I was the one suffering, not Kim. After a while I actually tried to wet myself. Truth is that Kim dressed in her leather outfit and making me her diaper slave was driving me wild and that kept me in a perpetual state of arousal. I found it almost impossible to pee in this state. The added element of peeing into a diaper, would not let me relax enough to just let it flow. The fact that I could not have Kim sexually or even touch myself was also driving my frustration and excitement levels to new heights. Yes, Kim was tormenting me, and she knew how to push all of my buttons. My need to pee kept growing stronger. I was desperate and fidgeting in my crib. I took one final attempt to reach down and remove my diaper, but the diaper cover was closely locked around my diapered area. I also had to be very slow with my movements because each time I moved, the bells attached to me would jingle. That noise sent panic through my body. I remember wetting my diaper in intimate detail. I guess because it was a first for me and because it was more arousing than I ever knew possible. I placed both of my hands between my legs. The bondage mittens didn't allow much, but I held myself as tightly as I could. The pressure took over and my pee began to escape into my dry diaper. Wow, what a feeling. My pee was coming faster and faster, and I was wondering how much fluid my diaper and liner could take. I had read many accounts of how wetting a diaper feels, but until it happened to me, I didn't know what I was missing or how it felt. It was true what people said. The wetness truly races through your diaper. I was mortified, but so turned on. I was rubbing myself through my diaper cover the entire time I was wetting myself. I am sure that I could have made myself come if I continued, but the bells on my wrists were about to give me away, so I stopped moving my hands. I finished wetting my diaper and laid back in complete frustration. I was not going to be able to come without great risk of being discovered. I was literally shaking with excitement and sexually frustrated beyond belief. I had never felt such powerful emotions. It seemed like hours before Kim returned. I lived the whole time in fear that Karen might wander around our house and discover me in the process. Thankfully, that didn't happen. I could hear the two ladies talking when Kim returned. Kim was apologizing to Karen because the furniture wasn't delivered. I knew that the delivery wasn't due for another week. Oh! That Kim can be so sneaky. By now I was getting used to the wet feeling that surrounded me, but I didn't get used to my shame. I actually added to my diaper a couple of more times waiting for Kim. What else does one do in a crib? I got a great appreciation of how Kim must feel when I diaper and humiliate her. The effect it had on me was mixed. I was aroused, but I also wanted to turn the tables on Kim. I wanted in the worst way to put Kim in this crib and let her be the one on her back; wetting and waiting for her Daddy to return. But that was not meant to be that Saturday. I was the slave and couldn't see an immediate way out of my predicament. To Be Continued…
  3. 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…..
  4. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 6 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 6 - My diaper check I thought either Emily or Madam would be back to check on me, but it wasn't happening. My urge to pee kept growing. I didn't know what would happen if I peed without the silly song as my cue, but I also didn't want to find out what these women were capable of doing to a misbehaving girl. The more I tried to put my need to pee out of my mind, the worse it got. I finally laid down on my stomach and squirmed uncontrollably on the floor of the playpen. I must have been a sight to see...a grown woman, dressed in a plastic romper a diaper and plastic pants trying desperately not to wet herself. My pee didn't start slowly. It seemed to erupt out of my bladder and shoot into my waiting diaper. I continued to wiggle around on my stomach as my diaper quickly warmed from the wetness of my pee. Once I started peeing, I could not stop. The warmth and wetness filled my entire diaper and my wiggling was bringing a mounting sexual feeling between my legs. I was embarrassed and sexually charged at the same time. Maybe the women were watching all along, but it seemed coincidental that they entered the room just as I finished wetting my diaper. "Was Kim a good girl while we were gone?" Madam Nicole asked. "I see that Kim stayed in her playpen as she was told," Emily added. "It looks as if you finished your bottle too, just like a good girl," said Madam. I laid in my wetness knowing what was likely to happen next, and unfortunately I was right. "Time to check baby's diaper," said Madam. Emily reached down the back of my romper and placed her hand directly down my plastic pants and into my diaper. "I must report that baby Kimberly has wet her diaper," stated Emily. "I see...it appears that baby can not follow the simplest of rules," said Madam. "Maybe it was a bit too much to ask of a new baby who is not yet diaper trained." I laid in silence wondering what would happen next and cursing my husband who left me to these two women and their bizarre training techniques. To Be Continued…
  5. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 5 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 5 - My inspection and more rules My crawling ended at the master bedroom door where Emily knocked to let Madam Nicole know of our arrival. Madam instructed us to enter her room. I was led by Emily and her firm grip on my leash to a large playpen in the middle of the room. With some help, I was placed in the oversized playpen. There was a toddler's harness in the playpen and Emily attached it around my body so that it fit firmly around my chest. She took the leash that was attached to my collar and attached it to the harness. There was no need for my collar, and it was removed. Madam came over to the playpen and attached the loose end of the leash to a metal ring at the center of the playpen. I felt so helpless looking up at the two women. I was now secured by a simple child's restraint, but had no way to remove it with those awful mittens in place. I was a prisoner in a stupid playpen. "I see my little Kimberly looks like she has been dressed appropriately for her stay at the 'spa,' Madam Nicole snickered. "You look so nice in your little plastic romper." "The bows in your hair are also a very nice touch...good job Emily." "And maybe most importantly, I see that you are now wearing a rather large diaper between your legs." "I hope you appreciate all the hard work Emily did to get you prepared for your stay." "I must inform you of more rules..." "You, my little Kimberly, will be kept as a baby for your entire stay at our lovely "spa." That means that you will be kept in a snug diaper throughout the day and all through the night. You will be trained during your stay to wet or possibly even mess your diaper on command. Your diaper is to remain dry until I tell you that you can wet it. You will not be allowed to wet or mess until you have my permission. Either I will check your diaper or Emily will check it to make sure that you are complying with this rule. Understood? (I nodded yes) Whenever you hear the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb, that will be your cue to wet your diaper. As soon as you hear this nursery rhyme, you will wet your diaper. Understood? (Again, I shook my head yes.) I don't care where you are or what you are doing, when you hear the song, you will wet yourself. Over time this song will trigger a strong response in you that you need to pee. On the contrary, if you hear the song, and you don't immediately wet your diaper, there will be consequences for my little baby girl. Another rule is that you will immediately finish all of your baby bottles and baby food when it's given to you. I want to make sure baby isn't dehydrated. You will be given bottles throughout the day, and you will even receive a bottle or two at night. You will be able to hold a baby bottle to your mouth with your mittens on, so for now the mittens will stay put. You will also be required to suck on a baby pacifier, but not just any ordinary one. Emily, please put little Kimberly's pacifier in place. Emily approached me with a large pacifier and pushed it into my mouth. There were straps attached to the pacifier that Emily secured behind my head. I tried to push the pacifier out of my mouth with my tongue. Both women knew what I was attempting to do and laughed at my clumsy effort. "Kim, you can try all you want to remove the pacifier, but I think you will find the straps to be most effective. With that, Madam Nicole produced my first baby bottle. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to drink it with the enormous pacifier in my mouth. What I learned next was truly amazing. Madam took the baby bottle and pushed the bottle's nipple directly into the corresponding hole in my pacifier. "Now Kim, I want you to hold the bottle the best you can and suck on your pacifier." "If you are doing it right, you should feel the warm milk flowing through your pacifier and down your throat." I did as I was told and indeed started to drink from the bottle. I wanted to stop drinking, but Madam reminded me that I was to finish my bottles in order to be a good girl. "Stay put in your playpen while Madam Nicole and Emily attend to some things." "Don't leave your playpen little girl and don't wet your diaper unless you hear Mary Had a Little Lamb." I was left to finish my bottle and contemplate my predicament. Leave the playpen I thought? Surely they were kidding, but I had to give it a try. I finished my baby bottle, set it down, and decided to test the strength and security of the baby harness. The slack in the harness's leash allowed me to get to the edge of the playpen. I pulled hard on the leash, but it was not going to come loose from where it was bolted at the center of the playpen. I was frustrated. I was securely bound. I was diapered, and I was beginning to feel the need to pee. To Be Continued…
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