High School Princess

Part Won: Baby Steps



Chapter 1: Sewious Complications
updated 12-30-11


"I know what you did." was what the fat, greasy nerd waiting by my locker whispered into my ear that sent chills of fear down my spine.
"What are you talking about?"
"C'mon, you know what you did, don't play coy." He gave me a knowing look, and I felt my stomach tie itself in to a knot. "We'll meet in Room 14 during the lunch break and talk about it. Okay, sweetie?"
Did he just call me Sweetie? "Ahh, yeah, that's fine." I said, just standing there shocked.
"Good. See you then." He leant in, planting a wet kiss on my cheek before turning and leaving, his fat body lumbering down the halls. I could not believe this gross nerd had the audacity to kiss his Homecoming Queen, especially in the crowded school corridors. But I just stood there, my mouth slightly open, shocked and scared.

My world was falling apart. Inside my stomach was doing back flips and I felt like I was going to faint. He knew what I had done! This ruins everything!

I just had to think calmly for a second. He clearly doesn't want to get me in trouble, why would he want to talk to me about it? And he is a guy, and I know what every guy wants from me. My long blonde hair, blue eyes, golden skin, pouty, full lips and large breasts despite my small frame and height, I was a horny teenage guy's dream. I wonder if I have enough time to drive back home and dress in some sexy lingerie before lunch break? Maybe if I do this guy a few times I might be able to get away with this; my dream is still alive!

"Hey, Queenie! What's up, Sugarcakes!?" I spin around to see my two best friends and groupies, Rachel and Kate, walking towards me in their neat cheerleader uniforms.
"Hi, girlfriends!"
"We were just talking to some of the girls from Home Ec, and they say they're all going to vote for you for Prom Queen!"
"I'm just sure you're going to win!!"

We all squealed and hugged, and for a moment, the idea of becoming prom Queen filled me with excitement. Becoming Homecoming Queen was one of the best nights of my life and there was almost nothing I want to do more than win Prom Queen. I had sent my friends conspiring around the school to make sure it happened. I even made sure they started calling me 'Queenie'. But on this particular afternoon, it was only a nuisance, I had much more troubling things on my mind. Like my whole future!

"That's great news! Good work, ladies. Sorry, I'm really busy and I have to run!"I said, trying to get away from my friends. As I am about to turn to walk away, I feel two big meaty hands grab me around my small waist, pick me up and spin me around. It was my meathead boyfriend and Quarterback of the football team, John.
"Hey, babe!" he says, planting a kiss on my lips, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I give a tiny muffled squeal, and squirm in his big hands.
"Put me down!"
"Okay." he says, carefully placing my high heels back on the linoleum of the school corridors. "I thought we could go to the park across for lunch. Maybe....you know." he gives me a not-so subtle wink, and I knew this horndog only has one thing on his mind.
"Sorry, John, not today. I am, ahh, I am very busy."
"Busy with wha-"
I look at my watch and make a surprised face. "Damn, look at the time. Got to go!" I spin around quickly, keen to not get caught in a conversation and have to answer questions like why me, the laziest student at the school was all of a sudden very busy with school stuff. And why I had a look of near-panic behind my eyes. I walked down the halls as fast I can, making sure not to turn around and see the quizzical faces of my friends.



I never went to class before lunch. Instead, I just wandered around the school hallways, thinking terrifying, awful thoughts about how this greasy ******* is ruining my life. Awful thoughts like how I am going to seduce him so he will soon be under my control. Still, being seen with this guy was embarrassing enough, I just pray it doesn't come out that I will be fucking this fat, ugly thing.

Before I knew it, I hear the bell for lunch and I walk to the room the nerd told me to go to, absolutely terrified as to what was about to happen. I hesitantly walked into the classroom, empty except for the fat, greasy nerd in a beat-up, faded t-shirt and ill-fitting jeans. His face was pale, greasy and had a few pimples. His black hair was longish, oily and barely looked barely brushed. It made quite the contrast to my tight, designer jeans, my stylish, body-hugging singlet, expensive high heels and immaculate hair and make-up that I spent an hour fixing this morning.

"Hello, Ashley."
"Hey. Of course you know my name, I have no idea's what yours is."
"It's Adam, but you won't be using that title for too much longer. How are you today?"
"I was great until I talked to you." He laughs at this.
"Of course, you'd almost gotten away with it."
"Okay, what are you accusing me of? What do you think I did exactly?"
"You changed your grades with Sarah White the night before the results were sent to the Office of Education. Is that enough?"
"P-p- prove it." I said, my lip starting to stammer in raw fear, as I tried to seem cool and in control.
"It might be easier if I tell you the whole story. I happened to be on the school grounds last week. My family doesn't have a lot of money, we don't have a PC or the internet. But the school does. I've been sneaking in and using the computers at night. I happened to be here the night you broke into the Administration Office . I saw an opportunity. I hacked into the school and Office of Education's networks and noticed your marks had changed dramatically. I bet you didn't even think that our school has its own digital copy for security sakes." I gasped in fear, I hadn't! "It's okay, I took the liberty of fixing the school records for you, so your plan will be a success."
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" I was so relieved for a moment, but as the feeling left, the questions began to arise. "But why did you do that?"
"Because I also have a dream." With that, he put a CD on one of the desks in the classroom. "I've recorded everything; your marks before and after, so to speak. If you have any doubts about any of my story, please, I encourage you to look at the contents of the CD."
"But- but-"
"So, I have a very simple proposition, Ashley. You do everything I ask until the end of the school year and I won't show this to anyone. I will even help you cheat again when the time comes. If you don't do what I tell you, I will show this to the Principal and you will be expelled from the school."
"But- but- "

He knew. He knew everything! And he could prove it! My dreams were now literally in this fat, greasy nerds hands. I would do anything he said to make my dream stay alive, to make my perfect future happen. I knew it. And there was only one way that was going to happen. I knew what my answer had to be, no matter how degrading it could end up.

"Okay, okay." I take a deep breath, dreading what I was about to say. "I will do anything you want."

The fat nerd laughs heartily at this, a big smile on his face. "Good, because my dream is to have my own special Baby Girl!"





Chapter 2: Baby Steps
updated 12-30-11



The words fell on me like a ton of bricks. I'm not sure what the greasy nerd meant exactly, but it didn't sound good or normal. "Wha- what are you talking about?"
"No more questions, Buttercup. Your first command; from now on, you will always call me Daddy."
"O-okay." I said dumbly.
"Secondly, I want you to wet yourself. Right here and now."
"What!?!"
"I want you to wet yourself, sweetheart, in your jeans. I bought a bottle of water and some diuretics if you don't need to go right now."
"You can't be serious?"
"I am deadly serious, Ashley. Tell me, what school did you plan on going to when you cheated?"
"Ha- Harvard."
"...and do you still want to go?" Adam said, his fat fingers holding up the CD that held my demise.
"Yes. Of course." I said, defeated. I noticed the nerd looking up at me expectantly. "Of course, Da- Daddy." I said, managing to choke the word out eventually.
"So what do you think you should be doing for Daddy?"
"Wetting myself?"
"That's right, Buttercup." he said just like a mother would say to their toddler.
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment as I seriously consider following the command. "Gawd, okay, give me the bottle of water."

The bottle he handed me was not a normal drinking bottle, but a slightly oversized baby bottle with pictures of cute clowns on the side and a rubber teat on the top.

"Seriously? You want me to drink from that?" I could feel myself panicking, and I knew I had to get this situation under control. I began massaging my breast with one of my hands, letting the pleasant feeling roll through my body, and I give a sexy look and I say in a lusty voice, "Because, you know, I can think of a lot more fun games to play..."
Adam just laughed at this. "Sweetie, I've planning this for a long time, I think I know what I want from you, and that is to be the most darling baby in the whole wide world. Now please drink from your bottle."
His response scared me, as he so easily resisted my feminine charms that had bested so many men in the past. I reached out to his crotch and began massaging his cock through his pants. "Oh, I don't know if you've thought about it enough..." I say, running my tongue over my painted pink lips, doing my best impersonation of a cheap whore.
"That's it, Ashley, you are being a very bad baby!"

With this, he grabs my hand rubbing his crotch, surprising me with his strength, and with it pulls me over his lap. He holds my arm down, and repositions my small body with his other hand, so my ass is sitting high on his knee. At the last second I realize what position I am in and I turn my head to protest. I turn to see a big, open hand coming down on my rounded ass making me yelp in pain. I am being spanked!

"I told you to be a good baby, I told you to do everything Daddy says! And did you listen? Nooo...." Adam says as he begins to bring down a tirade of smacks on my ass.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do everything you say from now on!" I squeal, as I begin to kick my legs in the air as the spanking starts to become very painful.
"I don't know, you've already told me you would do anything and then you disobeyed..."
"I promise! IOww! I promise! Oww!" I said, not able to stop myself from yelping as the spanking continued.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance." Adam finally stops spanking me, grabbing me under my armpits and lifting me back to my feet with ease. "I want you to start drinking from your bottle, drop your jeans to the floor and get back over my lap. When you are ready to wet yourself the spanking will stop."
"Aww... But- but-" I squirm on the spot, blushing and not knowing what to do. Adam just gives me a stern look, and I feel the stinging pain on my butt cheeks.
"Unless you're ready to wet now?"
"B-but, I-I don't need to go now, Da-Daddy."
"Well, you better follow my orders. You do want to go to Harvard, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy." I say as I begin to undo my tight jeans, squirming as I peel them off, revealing my sexy, light pink, semi-transparent lacy thong that shows off my supple rounded ass.
"Don't take the jeans all the way off, it's sexier when they're around your ankles."
"Yes, Daddy."
"And here's your ba-ba, sweetums."
"Thank you, Daddy." I say, blushing, taking the oversized baby bottle from his hands.

I feel so small and stupid as this time I lie myself carefully over Adam's lap, placing my bare ass high on his knee, making me feel so vulnerable. I quickly put the rubber teat in my mouth and begin sucking down the water as fast as I can as I feel the first spank hit my near-naked ass. The pain is so much worse on my naked skin, and I can't help but give a muffled yelp from behind my bottle. I feel so humiliated, being spanked in my panties by this greasy nerd who wouldn't have the balls to talk to me a week ago. Now I was sucking water down from a baby bottle between spanks so I could wet myself for him.

"Now make sure to tell Daddy when you are ready to go, I don't want pee-pee all over my clothes!"
"Ow!! Yes, Daddy. Ow!!"

His hand continued to come down on my ass, and it was difficult to gulp down the water, not used to the large rubber teat in my mouth, and water soon began dribbling down my chin. I could not believe how childish it made me feel, but I endeavored to drink the water as fast I could as I began to squirm on Adams lap, my ass feeling like it was on fire.
"Ow! I finished the bottle, Daddy! Ow!"
"Good girl. Here, I brought you another."

I whimpered when I say the second bottle, this one with cute, pink fairies on the side, filled up to the top with room temperature water. I simply took the oversized bottle in my hands, yelped as Adam brought down another cruel spank on my reddening ass and put the rubber teat in my mouth and began suckling as fast as I could.
Each spank seemed more and more painful, and i was soon crying and uncontrollably yelping with every firm spank.

"Sweetie, my arm is tired. Can you turn around so I can spank you with my other arm?"
"Yes, Da-Daddy." I say, crying my eyes out, my red ass completely on display for this pervert. As I swivel in his lap, I fell his rock hard cock rub against my toned tummy, and it scares me that spanking my naked ass was turning him on so much.
"Good giiiirl." he said, as he brought down another spank on my ass cheek, not protected by my lacy pink thong.

The spanking continues, and much harder now. I am now a yelping, squirming mess in his lap, desperately gulping down the water.

"Ow! I've fini- ow! I've finished this bottl- ow! this bottle, Daddy! ow!"
"Good girl. Here, I have got another." Adam pauses from his spanking only for a moment to fetch the Cinderella baby bottle from the bag next to his chair, again filled to the top with water. With wide, scared eyes, I shove the rubber teat in my mouth, forgetting about all sense of dignity, now only thinking about wetting myself for him so he would stop spanking my tortured ass.

"Daddy! Ow! Daddy, I need- ow!- I need to wet, Daddy! Ow!"
"Good girl, good girl. Okay, staaand up." Adam said, again lifting me by the armpits to my feet with ease. I couldn't help but rub my sore ass, squirming in my pink, lacy panties, trying to sniffle back my tears. "Okay, fix your pants back up and get your things." I snaked back into my jeans, relieved I could cover my body from the eyes of this pervert, cringing as I dragged my tight jeans over my red ass. "Okay, when we walk into the corridors, I want you to wet yourself. Got it?"
"What!? In the corridor!?"
"You will go in to the corridor, wet your jeans and panties, and then we'll make a trip to the Nurse's Office."
"But- but-" I had to keep reminding myself this is all for Harvard. This is all to make my dreams come true, my perfect life becoming a reality. I had to do anything this monster said, no matter how humiliating or demeaning. "Y- yes, Daddy." I manage to stammer out.

Adam grabbed his back pack and my purse, and gave me a gentle push in the door. I could barely make myself move to the door and I began to panic as I walked out into the open corridor, looking at the dozen or so students with wide, terrified eyes. I notice them turn, slightly surprised to see me, their Homecoming Queen, walking with a fat nerd. They had no idea what I was about to do.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Adam whispered into my ear.

Still feeling my ass sting under my tight jeans, thinking about my future at Harvard, I close my eyes and release the nagging pressure in my bladder. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I feel a warm liquid enter my panties, soon spreading to my ass and my inner thighs.

"Ashley, what are you doing!?" Adam yells loudly, pointing at the growing dark spot in my jeans.

My tears become genuine crying as I watch the small spot in my jeans become a very large, dark stain on my crotch, and I feel my pee trickle down my legs and starts dripping in my high heels and on the floor. I try to stop the stream of pee but it's too late, and I feel my bladder continue to empty itself into my panties. My crying becomes blubbering when I look up through teary eyes at a circle of students looking at me with shocked faces.

"Pleeease, Daddy, can we go?" I whisper to Adam through my sobs, standing in a puddle of my own pee with a large stain now on the front of my jeans and going all the way down my right leg. It was quickly cooling and becoming scratchy, and I couldn't help but squirm up and down on the spot.
"Have you completely finished? We wouldn't want you to make a mess around the whole school."After what seemingly takes forever, giving enough time for the on-looking students to make whispered comments to their friends with smirking faces, I finally feel the last squirts empty into my soaked panties, and I nod my head dumbly. "Okay, let's go to the Nurse's Office and get you cleaned up, but first..."

Adam pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and begins wiping the tears from my face. I feel so small and stupid in front of the shocked onlookers. He puts the handkerchief to my nose and says "Now blow." I should have been angry, I should have scratched his eyes out for treating me like I was two years old in the corridors of the school, making me wet myself in front of what felt like the whole school. But all I did was obediently blow my nose into the handkerchief being held to my face. "Good giiirl." says Adam like a proud father as I blow my runny nose loudly.




Chapter 3: Changes
updated 12-30-11



"Ready to go see the nurse?" I am too shocked, too humiliated to answer, but I manage to give a weak nod mf my head. "Good girl, she'll take care of you, I'm sure." With this, Adam takes my hand and begins leading me down the halls to the Nurses Office.

I am extremely thankful that it is a short walk to the Nurses Office and only a few more students see the large dark stains on the front of my jeans, the yellow liquid trail I dripping behind me, my awkward walking as I try to move with my thighs far apart as I hold the hand of my 'Daddy', let alone my red, teary eyes that have ruined my typically immaculately made-up and confident face.

Adam stops me just as we approach the closed Nurses door, and he puts a finger under my chin to make me look up from the floor. "If you want to keep your little secret, it is very important that you not tell anyone I am making you do this. Okay? If you ever tell anyone, anyone, about our deal, I will immediately show the Principal the evidence of your cheating. Understand?"

Before I have time to answer, the Nurse's door swings open. "Oh, what do we have here?" says the tall, black nurse, looking down with a shocked face as she sees the Homecoming Queen has wet herself badly.
"I- I- I think I had an accident." I stutter, blushing bright red as I self-consciously grab at my crotch.
"A big accident, by the looks of it. You better come inside."

I could have died when she said that, but my embarrassment only got worse as I walk into the office and see the young freshman looking on with an amused, surprised smile.

"Run along now, Jeremy. Ashley has had a bit of an accident and we need to get her cleaned up right away."
"Yes, ma'am." the young boy says, getting another eyeful of the scene before leaving the office, leaving just Adam, the Nurse and myself.
"And just who are you?"
"I'm her boyfriend. I just found her crying her eyes out in the halls in a puddle of her own pee. I brought her here straight away." I was shocked when Adam called himself my boyfriend, then horrified when he described the scene. I'm never going to live this down...
"Well, it's a good thing you did. Tell me, honey, have you had any wetting problems in the past."
"N-no..."
"And you couldn't help wetting? Couldn't make it to the potty?" I blushed red, but shook my head dumbly. "Well, it could be a symptom of a number of serious conditions. We better take precautions in case you wet again. We wouldn't want another puddle for the janitor to clean up, would we?"
"No, ma'am." I say, feeling my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

The Nurse takes me by the hand and leads me to a large, high padded table with a vinyl cover. She kneels down in front of me and begins unbuttoning my jeans.

"What are you doing!?" I say shocked, as I begin squirming. I feel heavy footsteps behind me and then I feel a light spank on my sore, wet tushy.
"Now behave for the Nurse, Ashley, and let her do her job."
"Thank you. Your name is Adam, I believe?" The fat, greasy nerd nods his head at this, giving a smile. "Thank you, Adam." With this, she unceremoniously tugged down on my wet, cold jeans, the smell of pee filling the small, crowded room. The smell of my pee filled in the room, and I could feel the tears coming back.
"Ooh, you've made a real mess here." The Nurse said, as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my soaked thong and tugged them down, revealing my pink pussy and my well groomed, racing stripe pf pubic hair. "Hmm, this will not do. You might get a rash."

My body was flooded with embarrassment as I stood with my wet jeans and panties around my ankles, as the Nurse and Adam inspected my naked pussy, my mind simply could not process what they were saying. Through tear soaked eyes, I see the Nurse saying something to me.

"What?"
"I said lift up your arms, honey, I wouldn't want your nice top to get ruined."

I burst into tears upon this latest instruction, but I slowly and hesitantly lift my skinny, toned arms above my head, suddenly wishing that I had worn a bra today. I feel Adam step behind me and peel my singlet over my head revealing my toned stomach, sexy hips and pale pink, puffy nipples sitting on my perky, full breasts that looked large on my small frame. I could have died as I stood there naked in front of two strangers leering at my body, my soaked jeans and panties around my ankles.

"Now step out of the rest of your shoes and clothes, sweetheart." I reluctantly did, finally standing completely naked, shivering on the cold linoleum. "Now hop up on to the table."

Without my heels, I felt so much shorter, and now Adam and the Nurse seemed to tower over me. I looked at the table and gulped, doubting my ability to climb up on the thing. I approached it, and tried to hop up using my arms, but I was just too short at only 5'1''. I felt Adam sneak up behind me and lift me up on to the table with ease, placing my naked butt on the cool vinyl.

"Now lie down, spread your legs and be very still."
"What are you going to do?"
"Hair collects moisture, and moisture in a diaper will cause you to get a rash. We need to shave you....down there. For your own good, sweetheart. I think you have some sort of bladder problem, and you will have to wear diapers for at least the rest of the day."
"What- but- but-"
"Ashley, I think the Nurse knows best. You better do what she says." Adam says with a broad smile, placing a hand on my arm in some sort of effort to comfort me.
"But- but- I don't want to wear diapers! I'm the Homecoming Queen!" I hated how desperate and pathetic I sounded, and I hated hearing the Nurse laugh heartily at my pleas.
"I'm sorry, but bladder problems affect even Homecoming Queens! I'm sorry, I really am. Now please lie down and be very still."

Harvard, Harvard, Harvard! This is all for Harvard! I repeat the thought over and over again in my mind as I lie down on the padded table, focusing on counting the tiles on the ceiling, as I lay cold, scared and naked, listening to the Nurse collect some items and run some water as she prepared to diaper me. I was meant to be the Queen of this school! And now I'm becoming just what Adam wants me to be- the schools little diaper -wearing Baby Girl! Harvard, Harvard, Harvard! This is all for Harvard!

I didn't hear what the Nurse said, but I felt her hand run baby wipes over my nether regions, sparing absolutely no thought to my dignity. She wiped my pussy, inner thighs and butt, as I squirmed with the touch of the cold wipes. I feel tears well up as I try to refocus on the ceiling as I feel a damp cloth run over my privates. I squirm as I feel a trickle of cool water roll down into the inner folds of my sensitive pussy. Next came a cream that she rubbed everywhere. I was so embarrassed as I felt her hands rub over every inch of my pussy. Even lifting my legs high in the air to rub the cream into my butt. The whole time, Adam holds my hand and looks on lustily as I squirm and cringe as the nurse massages my most sensitive crotch.

"Good girl. This is a hair remover that I use myself. It is very good and will keep you smooth for weeks!"
I whimper, as I look down to see her wipe the cream away with the cloth, leaving my pussy completely bald. Oh gawd, I look like a baby down there, with it now a bright pink and without a single hair. "Now don't fret, it's not so bad! You look so cute now!" smiled the Nurse, not making me feel better as she looked my naked body up and down. I self consciously closed my legs and covered my breasts with the hand Adam wasn't holding.
"I think she is shy, Nurse."
"Oh, no need to be! I'm a Nurse, I've seen girls all ages, in all states of dress. Now open up so I can powder you for your diaper!"

This is all too much, and I look at Adam with pleading eyes, mouthing the word 'pleeeeease'. He simply smiles back.

"Now do what the nice Nurse says! You wouldn't want a nasty rash in your dee-dees, would you?"
"Oh, don't make fun of her, Adam! She can't help it that she wet herself!"

Adam gives me a knowing smile, while I just blush and open my thighs to the large Nurse standing over me holding the large, white container of baby powder.

"Now that's a good girl!" she says, pouring the powder on liberally, rubbing it into my bald pussy, before lifting my legs and rubbing it into my bare butt. I have never felt so small and stupid in all my life. Especially when the smell of the powder hits my nose, and suddenly strikes me how juvenile I will smell. "Good girl, you're being a very good girl, Ashley!"
"The Nurse just gave you a compliment, Ashley. What do you say to the nice woman?"
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Aww, aren't you just precious! Well, don't I have just the thing for you!" she holds up a pink and white pull-up with pictures of the Disney Princesses on it. I could not believe it. It was obviously meant for a toddler, it was so small and childish.
"But- but I'll never fit into that! That's meant for toddlers!"
"Well, it's not like I just had a packet of adult diapers lying around, Ashley. This is my own daughters, who is at the Nursery next door. I know it's an itsy bitsy bit embarrassing, but I'm sure no one will see them and I'm sure they will fit."
"An itsy bitsy bit embarrassing!?" I yelled at the woman before I felt Adam squeeze my hand painfully. I look at him, and I knew better than to do anything other than to act like a darling baby girl.
"What was that, Ashley?"
"A bit embarrassing? Of course not. I love the Disney Princesses!"
"That is very good to hear. Adam, help Ashley down so I can put the pull-up on her."

I lifted my arms so Adam could lift me up and put me naked on the floor. I felt so embarrassed, my naked breasts jiggling as Adam moves me to the floor, noticing how my ass is still pink from my spanking, feeling the powder on my freshly bald pussy making me very conscious of how exposed I was to these two strangers standing over me. I just stood there, feeling extremely small and vulnerable. I was almost thankful when I saw the Nurse crouch, holding the pull-up open at my feet like how a mother puts their toddler into their panties. I stepped into the leg holes, confident that the tiny toddlers pull-up was not going to fit around my wide hips. The Nurse tugged them up until just below my hips where they stopped moving.

I smiled, and said shyly, "I don't think it's going to fit, maybe I don't need to wear-"

Before I could finish my sentence, the Nurse tugged sharply at the diaper, lifting me off my feet for a moment before I finally fell into the pull-up. I began crying as I felt the thick, scrunchy material pressing tightly against my sensitive pussy, spreading my legs as it bunched up and made crinkling noises around my crotch. It was so tight and thick! I just stood there crying, naked other than a cute, tight, pink and white Disney Princesses pull-up, being looked down at and leered upon by these two strangers looming over me.

"Oh, don't cry, honey! At least now you don't have to worry about any more accidents! That pull-up is so tight nothing is going to leak through there!"

This just resulted in another round of blubbering and tears.

"Oh, look at your beautiful make-up, its completely ruined!" With this, Adam retrieves his handkerchief from his pocket, spits into it, and begins rubbing my face clean. As I squirm and struggle, naked other than a toddlers pink pull-up, he simply grabs my chin in two fingers and begins cleaning my face clean of make-up, the last remnants of my adulthood being wiped away along with it.

"Does she have a spare set of clothes?"
"Its lucky, I was just showing Ashley the costume my mother made for her for Rachel's costume party next week!"

I shiver in fear as I see Adam pull out a light pink, satin Bo Peep costume for the fictional costume party. As he holds it up, I can see the ruffles of lace along its white shimmering apron, on the puffy, short sleeves, and under the very short skirt.

"Oh no..."
"Well, I guess it's going to have to do. Unless you want to get around in just a singlet and a pull-up? How does that sound Ashley?" I just shake my head, still too shocked to form words.
"Okay, lift your hands, Ashley!" I raise my hands, happy to be finally allowed to cover my nakedness, but terrified at the thought of being seen in this satin and lace nightmare. As he slips the pink satin dress over my head and begins doing the buttons up my back, I look down at myself. At the short skirt puffing out, only barely covering my Disney Princesses pull-up. The poofy, short sleeves and pink satin make me feel like I'm a dressed up two year old. "Here, I have some cute stockings and some new shoes." The thick white stockings have matching satin pink bows on them, and the shoes look like highly polished, black Mary Jane's. I simply look down at the floor, trying to ignore my satin dress as I present my leg to the fat nerd dressing me. I lean on his shoulders as e slowly and surely rolls up the childish stockings up my legs, which don't get close to reaching the bottom of my skirt, making me reveal a lot of upper thigh, before making me step into the completely flat Mary Jane's. Oh no, I couldn't let people see me like this.


"She looks absolutely adorable! I could eat her up!" The Nurse exclaims.
"Oh my God, you are this man's dream come true." Adam whispers to himself as he looks me up and down in my new lacy, pink satin dress, white stockings and polished Mary-Jane's. "Do you like your new dress, Sweetheart?"
"Yes, Daddy. Of course." I say blushing, without the confidence to look him in the eye.
"And what do you say to the nice Nurse?"
"Thanking you for cleaning me, ma'am. And letting me you use your daughters pull-up."
"Oh, it was nothing helping an adorable little princess like yourself!"
"Thank you, ma'am." I say, blushing profusely, shuffling nervously, making my pull-up make a loud crinkling noise.
"Very good girl, Ashley!! Now let's go show everybody your new outfit!" he says, grabbing my hand, leading me out of the Nurses Office and back into the crowded school corridor.
"Y-yes, Daddy."



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Chapter 4: White Wabbit
updated 3/31/11



I sniffled as we finally approached my street as I self-consciously raised the baby bottle to my lips, gulping down the last few drops of water before handing the empty bottle back to my 'Daddy'. I insisted that I drive us back in my car, but Adam insisted that babies don't drive. That's how I have found myself walking down the street I grew up on, holding the chunky hand of this fat loser wearing this ridiculous, short dress and thick, thigh high stockings, making sure I had drunk two full bottles before we got to my house. I squirmed around my tight pull-up for the hundredth time, the nagging pressure on my bladder grow uncomfortably, still not used to the thick, hot padding in between my thighs, crinkling and scrunching with every step. The pull-up was small and was working its way up my butt crack as I walked, giving me a distinct waddle to my gait. As I see the old lady Mrs. Parkes watering her garden, waving at me before making a curious and bemused face, I feel myself burn red with embarrassment. Between Adam's long legs and the thick pull-up working its way up my backside, I find myself falling behind, making my 'Daddy' stop and look down at me.

"What's the matter, honey?"
"This," I was about to blurt out in frustration the problem before I notice a few more nosey neighbors on the street looking at the girl in the sexy Bo-Peep outfit, so I begin to whisper "This thing you've got me wearing is too small. It's-it's very uncomfortable. It's making me waddle!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I think I know what the problem is." I stand shocked as Adam steps behind me and flips up my skirt. I stand shocked and red-faced as he casually tugs at the pull-up, his big hands touching my still-red behind in a casual manner as he smoothes the thick padding out over my butt. I notice his hand lingering on my butt a little too long, feeling his sweaty fingers slide across the back of my golden thighs, making me cringe. "There you go, I've sorted out that little wedgie of yours."
"I didn't mean do that! The whole street is watching!" I say in an angry whisper.
"Oh shush, you look absolutely adorable in your pink dress and pull-up, you have no need to be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed, it's just common-" My thoughts are broken by Adam's large hand cupping the padding in between my legs, pushing it into my pussy, obviously checking if I was wet. I cringe at this greasy bastards fat hands touch so close to my most sacred part of my body, the feeling of the large hand lingering in between my smooth thighs making my stomach turn.
"Oh, I think you're just cranky because your pull-up is a bit tight." Adam says with a smile as he pats my diapered butt, before lowering my dress back down.
I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I see the neighbors looking on with shocked faces. "I'm not-" I stamp my foot in frustration as this fat, useless nerd continued to patronize me. I caught myself before I launched into one of my trademark temper tantrums, not wanting to draw even more attention to myself, or for Adam to make any more allusions to me being nothing more than a fussy baby. "Please, we're almost at my home. Can we have this conversation inside. Besides, I really need to go to the bathroom."
"But you just went?" Adam says with a broad smile, reminding me of my nightmare in the school corridors, the golden puddle I left for the janitor to clean up. "I'm just playing with you, Sweetheart, it's the diuretics I've been putting in your bottles. You'll probably be feeling their affects all afternoon." I groan when I hear this.
"Really? All afternoon?" I whine, getting very tired of this boy's obsession already. "Well, let's go quickly, this is my home here." I say, pointing to the double story house with the wide driveway and impeccable lawn. But before I can dash to the front door and upstairs to the bathroom, I feel Adam take a firm hold of my hand.
"Okay, sweetie, don't run off, hold on to Daddy's hand." Again I groan, pressing my knees together.
"Pleeease hurry up!" I whine, far too much like a little girl for my liking, as the fat loser dawdles along the street, breathing heavily, sweating on the warm, sunny day.
"Why hurry on such a lovely day?"
"Because I need to go to the bathroom, you- I mean, Daddy."
"We have some details we have to discuss about your new... lifestyle."
"Fine, fine, we'll talk after I go the bathroom." I say hurriedly as we finally approach my house. I press my knees together, trying to be subtle, but I can't help but dance a little on the spot as I fumble for my keys in my small pink purse, feeling the urge to pee growing quickly. I put the key in the lock, but Adam leans in, planting his hand on the door, leaning against it with his heavy frame, making it impossible for me to open. "Pleeease, Daddy, I really need to pee." I whisper, hoping no one hears my pleading to use a bathroom, now reaching down at my crotch, knees pressed together as I dance up and down on the spot in my short, pink Bo Beep outfit.
"Who is home right now?"
"No one. My younger sister Natalie will still be coming home from school, and my mother will be shopping with our Maid."
"You have a live-in maid? I had no idea you guys were so well off."
"Well, she's not live-in, she's here every other day. My father is a lawyer. Can you please let me inside now?"
"And what are you going to tell them when they get home?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"How are you going to explain your diapers? Your accidents? Your bibs and baby food and bonnets? What about all the bottles you are going to have to drink to make sure your pink, Princess pull-ups are wet all day?"
My jaw almost hit the ground when I heard what the next few months were going to be like. But the fat nerd just smiled, a gleam of lust in his eyes as he looks u and down my body thinking about what he is going to do with it, while he waited patiently for my response, as I squirmed, grabbing at my crotch, desperate to keep myself from wetting the thick pull-up stretching tightly across my backside.
"I- I was- I was going to try and hide it."
"Oh, honey, I don't think you're going to be able to do that. I mean, who's going to change your diapers when I am not around?"
"Why would I wet my diapers if you weren't around?" I asked, totally confused. Adam just laughed heartily.
"I don't want you to be a baby for a few hours a day. I want you as a baby girl all the time!!"
"But- but- you wouldn't even see me!"
"Now, now, sweetie, no arguing, Daddy knows best."
"You want me to live as a baby? All the time? What is wrong with you!?" I say a little too loud as I try to keep a handle on my emotions.
"Tell me, Buttercup, do you really want to go Harvard? Because we keep having these conversations." I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming at this *******, as I bobbed up and down on the spot desperately holding my crotch. I'd do anything to make my dreams come true, even if it meant losing my dignity in this town.
"Yes, Daddy, I really, really want to go to Harvard. I'll be your baby girl all the time." I say, looking at my shuffling feet as I do so, not wanting to see Adam's broad grin.
"Goood girl. Can you lisp when you say 'Yes, Daddy' from now, it will make it sound sexy."
I cringe when I hear the command, but I find myself trying my best to add a subtle lisp to my "Yeth, Daddy." I saw a look come on to Adam's face that I usually saw from my boyfriends when I bounced into the bedroom wearing my skimpiest lingerie. The fact that saying 'Yes, Daddy' with a lisp while dancing up and down on the spot trying not to pee my pull-up was so sexy to this freak terrified me.

"Very good, Ashley. Now, this is important. No one can know that I am making you do this, otherwise the deal is off. No Harvard. And the only solution I can see is telling your friends and family you want to try living as a baby from now on." Shocked by the statement, I feel a squirt of pee enter my pull-up. I was about to soak my pull-up any second, and the last thing I wanted to do again today is wet myself while on public display.
"But- but- they'll think I'm crazy!"
"Do you have any other ideas to explain why you are suddenly wearing bibs at dinner? Drinking out of a baby bottle? Or your sudden change in fashion?" Adam smirks, soaking in my stupid pink Bo Peep costume with the poofy sleeves and oodles of lace making me feel like I was four.
My mind raced, how could I ever explain this? But in the end, all I could think about was the pee trying to invade my pull-up. "Okay, okay. Yes, Daddy, of course, I'll tell them I want to be a baby from now! just please let me inside!" I practically scream at him, in a moment of desperation.
"Goood girl. And you better give a convincing performance, no one better suspect a thing."
"Yes, Daddy, yes, please just move before I wet myself!"I screamed, grabbing at my crinkling pull-up as hard as I can in a futile effort to fight the urge to pee.
"Of course, Cutie Muffin."Adam says, finally getting off the door. I fling it open as quick as I can, discovering very shortly that my sister was indeed home and was waiting for me behind the door, obviously eavesdropping on the intriguing conversation happening on her front step.

I blink dumbly at my sister, who is staring at me up and down in my pink Bo Peep costume. I am shocked to find the house I thought was empty wasn't, and that my sister could of heard the most embarrassing conversation of my life. The surprise is too much, and the stunned silence is soon broken by a soft, muffled hissing sound as I feel a warm liquid spread across my too-tight pull-up. I try to stop myself peeing, but I can't, and soon a full blown stream is now pouring into my pull-up. I feel my face burn red and my lower lip begin to tremble.







Chapter 5: "Hey, Sis"
updated 3/31/11



"Hey, Sis."
"H-hey, Sis."
" What's with your outfit? Who's that guy? What were you guys talking about?" my sister crosses her arms across her chest, looking down at me with a look of disbelief on her face. She was fourteen, taller than me already but still flat, and she dressed like a tomboy, almost always jeans, t-shirt, sneakers and pony tail. She asked the questions at a mile at a minute, but I could barely hear her anyway, how could I think about anything else other than the warm pee filling my pull-up and spreading everywhere.
"I-I-"
"Hi, I'm Ashley's new boyfriend, Adam. How are you?" the fat, greasy nerd says as he steps forward, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I don't know what's worse, the stream of pee currently soaking my quickly drooping pink Pull-Up, or being the girlfriend of this loser.
"Oh. Hey, I'm Natalie, the sister." she says with a smile. "Sooo... what's with the get-up?"
"I better let Ashley tell you. She has some important news to break to the whole family tonight." I groan, but Natalie's eyes light up.
"Oooh, important news!? Exciting! Tell me now!"
"M-maybe later." I manage to mutter, quietly relieved that the stream of pee is finally slowing down.
"Important news? A new boyfriend? Ash, why all the secrets?" I was too busy looking at the floor, at my highly polished Mary Janes, to see the broad smile on my sister's face as she watched me squirm.
"N-no reason." I stammer out, as I feel Adam's big hand squeeze my shoulder. I look up at him through my teary eyes, and I see him give me a knowing look, a look a father gives when his child is doing something they're not meant to.
"C'mon, Ashley, tell your sister what's happening."

'Harvard, Harvard, Harvard!! This is all for Harvard! This is all to make my dreams come true!!'

I take a deep breath, try to blink away the tears, as I look at my sisters glowing face and say as convincingly as I can "I want to be a baby girl."
"You what!?" my sister asks completely puzzled, obviously having no idea what I was talking about.
I sniffle, trying to holding back my tears as I squirm around my sopping wet pull-up. I almost die when I hear the loud plasticy crinkle. Adam just beams with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

"I- I- I want to live as a baby from now on."
My sisters jaw is practically on the floor. "But why?"
"I'm just- I'm just-"
"She is just more comfortable living as an infant, Natalie. It's like a man feeling more comfortable in women's clothing. Except Ashley doesn't want to feel more feminine, she wants to feel safer and more innocent. Happier."
"Oh, I think I get it. So that sound..."
"Yes, Ashley likes to wear diapers." With that, Adam unceremoniously lifts up my skirt, proudly hiking it above my waist, revealing my pink and white plastic pull-ups with the cartoon pictures of the Disney Princesses on them. I put my head in my hands and begin crying my eyes out, so humiliated at revealing my wet, pink pull-ups to my fourteen year old sister. "Oh dear, I think baby has made wettums." Adam says, putting a hand in between my thighs and cupping the soaked padding, making me cringe and squirm.

Another wave of humiliations rolls through my body as I feel a warm liquid begin trickling down my legs. "Oh no, she's leaking! I know you like the Princesses, Ashley, but we need to get you some thicker diapers." This just results in another round of blubbering from me.
"If she likes wearing diapers how come she is crying?"
"Don't you get it? She is coming out of the closet to you! Do you have any idea how emotional this is for her? Please, Natalie, be supportive of your sister, it took a lot of courage to show you her wet diaper."

I peek through the cracks of my fingers, seeing the look of disbelief on my sisters face, but to her credit, she nods her head slowly. "Okay, I'll try to be supportive. You know what, this could even be fun! I've always wanted a little sister!" Nat says. She sounds happy, but I can't help but be a little scared of what she was going to do.
"That's the spirit! Now do you have anything we change Ashley in to? I thought Ash could make it through the day without needing a change, I didn't bring any spare diapers."
"Umm, yeah, I think so. I think we have a bunch of stuff from when we were kids vacuum-sealed in the attic. I'll see what I can find!" Nat says a little too excitedly before leaping up the stairs two at a time.

As soon as Nat is out of ear shot I immediately turn to Adam and push him on the chest. "Why did you do that?" I whisper angrily, wiping the tears from my face, not liking that I couldn't move Adam an inch with my shove.
"What do you mean, Sweetheart, didn't we agree you were going to tell everybody?"
"Yeah, but- but- you don't know what I've been like to my sister. I make fun of her everyday! For not having a boyfriend, for the stupid boy clothes she wears, for" I'm almost embarrassed to mention the next part, even to this fat dork, "for her being so flat."
"Oh, you've been a naughty little girl, haven't you? Well, don't worry, Muffin, she could never be mean to a cute little baby like you." Adam coos, pinching my cheek, making me blush as I was treated like a toddler. "But please, can you try to cry less? You're trying to convince her that you like being a baby."

I step away from Adam, absolutely seething with hatred for this fat prick, as I think about how he is ruining my life. I notice that my skirt is still hiked high above my sagging pull-up, and I begin to move the skirt back down.

"Uh uh aaah, honey." Adam says waving his finger. "Leave it. I love seeing your sexy legs and wet diaper." Adam says, tucking the skirt in to the apron tied around high up on my waist.
"Yes, Daddy." I say, my disappointed tone hard to hide. I look up at Adam to see him looking back at me expectantly before I remember. "Yeth, Daddy."

I stare down again, furious at the fat nerd, furious at myself for falling into this trap in the first place. As I look down, I can't help but notice how I look. When I left the house this morning, I was wearing designer jeans, a one hundred dollar singlet top and a sexy Victoria's Secret thong for my man. Now I was wearing a cheap Satin, Bo Peep costume, probably meant for eight year olds, with the skirt tucked up into its shimmering white apron, revealing my toned stomach, and a lot of tanned thigh showing above my thick, white knee-high socks with pink bows on them. And to top it off, a sopping wet pink, Disney Princesses pull-up, although I notice that the picture of the Princesses has faded. it didn't make me feel any better. Maybe the worse part of all is that I agreed to humiliate myself and end my social life by wearing this, by doing this. But it will all be worth it...

My thoughts are broken by my sister and her wide smile as she triumphantly carries g a large, cardboard box down the stairs. I groan in disgust when I realize this is only going to get worse.

"Wow, I can't believe all this stuff Mom kept!" Nat says, plonking the open box at my feet. I gulp when I look down and see all the sealed bibs and bonnets and baby bottles. "I bet she kept all this stuff 'cause she always wanted another baby. Isn't she going to be happy when she sees you!" Nat says with a laugh and a little wink in my direction.
"This is absolutely fantastic, Natalie! Ashley, thank your sister for getting you all this wonderful gear!"
I feel my cheeks redden as I squirm uncomfortably in my wet pull-up, the plastic crinkling loudly. "Thank you, Natalie, for bringing me all these lovely baby things." Usually my relationship with my sister was based on me teasing her mercilessly, often ending in tears for her, or me ignoring her completely. 'What a difference a day can make', I think to myself as I manage to mumble my 'thank you' out.
"That's okay, Sis. If being a baby is what is finally going to make you happy, I'll support you every step of the way. Now which cloth diaper did you want to wear?" Nat asks innocently, pulling two thick, if not small, white cloth diapers out of their vacuum seal.
I sniffle back my tears and do my best to plaster a smile across my face. "I like the one with the buttons up the side, it looks very comfortable." God, I hated myself right now.
"Why don't you try putting both on her, Nat? She just leaked straight through her pull-up, maybe a little extra protection would be good." But I hated 'my Daddy' more.
Natalie eyes off the pee that has run down my legs and formed a golden puddle on the hard**** floor in between my Mary Janes. "You're probably right. I'll grab some towels to clean this up." she says before scampering to the linen closet.
"Two diapers!?" I whisper in disbelief.
"I know, you're going to look so cute, Buttercup." Adam smiles, patting me on the head. I just roll my eyes, before I notice Nat struggling to walk back with her hands filled with a mini mountain of towels.

She places a few towels at my feet, before kneeling down to clean up the puddle, before beginning to thoroughly dry my legs. "I can do that myself, you know?"
"I thought you wanted to be a baby? Babies don't dry themselves, they wet themselves." Nat says, laughing at her own cruel joke. I was more concerned with Adam's stern look, as I realize I slipped out of character.
"Ah- ah- it was just that you were being a bit rough. Can you be more gentle?" I manage to come up with, glancing at Adam to make sure this made his approval.
"Oh, of course, Sis! I'm sorry I was so rough." Nat says with faux sympathy, placing a gentle kiss on my leg before continuing to, more gently, dry off my legs. All I could do was squirm, making loud crinkling noises, as my warm pee started to cool and itch at my pussy inside my pull-up.
"Be still, Ashley, we'll get you out of your wet pull-up as soon as your sister cleans you."
"Yeth, Daddy." I say instinctively, forgetting that I was right in front of my sister for a moment. My sister doesn't laugh, she cackles as she hears this, and I squirm, my face bright red, embarrassed out of my mind.
"Yeth, Daddy." Nat impersonating my lisp sounds so juvenile and stupid. I can't believe those words have been coming out of my mouth!
"I discovered Ashley's little secret. It was hard to miss the crinkling sounds. I told her I understood and, that if she wanted, I would help her live out her fantasy of being a baby. So I guess it makes sense that she wants to call me Daddy." The ******* says, embracing me in his flabby arms to give me a supportive cuddle. "I'd love to be your Daddy anytime, Ashley!"
I just stood shocked in his big arms, trying to ignore his bad body odor, not believing that this was happening.
"She was wearing pull-ups at school!? I can't believe I never noticed before! Well that explains why the pull-up is so small, so you can wear them under your jeans without people noticing, huh?" she says standing up, dumping the damp towel next to all the others.
I felt Adam give me a little squeeze on the shoulder, and I know he wants me to respond. I sniffle back tears as I slowly nod my head to my sister.
"Ashley, don't be so emotional! I'm your sister, and I know we've fought a lot, but I think I get it now. You were never happy being a popular, sexy girl, you wanted to be a cute baby, and you took that frustration out on me. Is that about it?" I stupidly nod my head, tears now rolling down my cheeks, as I begin now to hug Adam back. "Well, I want you to know, now you've discovered what you really want, what will really make you happy, then I am more than happy to help you." I know my sister far too well, and I can tell by the glint in her eye that she is up to something. But I feel Adam squeeze me again, and I know I have to stay in character.
"Oh, thank you so much Nat for understanding." Adam releases me from his hug and pats my diapered bottom, making me move into my sister. I know what he wants, and I gingerly wrap my arms around her.
"Oh, don't do that, you're going to get me all wet!" It takes everything I can not to break down in tears again, to keep my stupid smile plastered across my face.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"That's okay, you're only a baby, you didn't know any better." she says with a giggle , before pinching my cheek. "Now let's get you changed so we can have that big sisterly hug. Doesn't that sound nice, Sis?"
'Keep smiling, keep smiling, keep smiling'. "It sounds lovely, Natalie! I can't wait!"
"Who's waiting?" Natalie says, grabbing a few supplies from the large cardboard box before taking me by the hand and guiding me to the adjacent Living Room, Adam following us from behind. She unfurls a thick, powder pink changing mat in the middle of the room, placing it on the ground, before tapping my butt to get me to stand on it. "Hands up, Sis." she says, playfully pointing with her finger like it was a gun. I reluctantly raise my arms, before Natalie tugs down my pull-up in one motion, putting a hand over her smiling face as she see's my bald pussy for the first time.







Chapter 6: Wevenge
updated 4-4-11



I bite my tongue hard, anything to distract myself from the humiliation of being completely naked from the waist down in front of my tomboy fourteen year old sister. She places her hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the floor; my sore, bare butt, still pink from the awful spanking, touching the ticklish fabric of the changing mat reminding me more of this horrible situation I have found myself in.

"Now open up for Mommy so I can wipe you clean." Nat says, waving a hand towel from her kneeling position at my feet, slipping the soaking wet pull-up from around my ankles.

I try to stop the hot tears from running down my face, but I just feel so lowly and stupid, half naked, lying down in front of my sister and someone who was this morning a complete stranger. And that stranger was giving me a very stern look. Red faced, red assed, never feeling worse in my life, I open up my legs, revealing the pink inner folds of my pussy to my younger sister and the nerd peering over her shoulder. She begins roughly wiping my pussy with none of the care that the Nurse showed earlier, and I am soon cringing and squirming with every wipe. I look up at Adam, hoping he would end this torture at any moment, but his eyes are fixated on my naked crotch, his eyes glazed over, as he looks at the beautiful girl's pussy cleaned by her beautiful sister.

"Be still, little one. Oh, I know. "Natalie says, reaching for the supplies next to her, before holding up a pink pacifier. "Does baby want their paci?"
Feeling so stupid, I hear myself say "Yes, I would like a paci, N-" I was about to say my sisters name, but I see Adam behind her mouth the name he wanted me to call her. I gulp, before saying "Mommy. Thank you, Mommy."
"Oh my gosh, that is so cute! I don't know what Mom is going to say when she gets home, but we can just have our own fun just for now, can't we?" Natalie, grins, tickling my sides, making me squirm half naked on the changing mat. I was about to tell her to stop, but thankfully the pacifier was popped in my open mouth, quickly stopping the outburst that could have ended this whole facade.

'This is all for Harvard!' I repeat to myself as I begin suckling on the rubbery thing filling my mouth. I don't know how this is meant to be soothing, I have never been more frustrated in my life as I hear the babyish suckling noises emerging from my mouth. I see Adam literally shiver with lust, licking my lips as he looks down at my body and this ridiculous costume. I roll my eyes, thinking 'Oh God, he likes these stupid pacifiers as well. What else!?'

Natalie takes my ankles and lifts them way above my head, as I cringe again as the towel is brushed against my sore ass. "Oh, I think baby might have a rash, her little butt is very pink!"
As bad as it was to have my sister thinking I had a diaper rash, I breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't know the truth behind my pink, sore butt. "Oh no, that's not a diaper rash, Ashley just loves to be spanked like a little girl. She came to me at lunchtime saying she took a cookie from the jar without asking. What is a Daddy to do?" Adam says with a chuckle, while Natalie just raises her eyebrows in surprise, before a devilish smile spreads across her lips.
"Oh, so Ashley likes to be a naughty little baby, is that it?" I couldn't believe what was happening, I felt so vulnerable, my feet high in the air, my pink, bare ass completely exposed to my sister, as I nodded my head pathetically to my sisters awful question. "So should I spank you for not saying sorry for piddling all over the floor?" Natalie says, her face barely able to contain the smile on her face. I just nod my head, tears running down my cheeks and landing on the lace of my dress.

A loud, fleshy slap echoes in the large room as I bite down on my pacifier, trying not to yelp in pain, as my younger sister spanks my bare ass. She laughs, seeing my compliance and tears, as she begins to spank my ass again and again. With each spank, I squirm and flinch and I am eventually yelping in pain with every stinging slap to my ass and thighs.

"You've been a very bad baby! Keeping all these secrets from me!? I could have had my own darling little sister years ago!" she says, raining down the spanks on my reddening ass. I just keep letting out muffled yelps from behind my pacifier, squirming uncontrollably as I openly cried as the spanking continued.
"I think that's enough for now, Natalie. Why don't you grab some talcum powder from the bathroom so we can put Ashley in her fresh diapers?"
"I guess you're right, her tushie is red now!" she says laughing, before giving one more hard spank, making me give a yelp from the unexpected pain. "I can't believe she likes this stuff. What a freak..." I hear her say to Adam as she disappears from my view of lying flat on my back, looking at the ceiling. The comment is hard to take, the sting of my red butt touching the mat as I lower my legs back down is even worse.
"Ashley, what are you doing!? I just told your sister you like being spanked, and you cried and blubbered the whole way through!?" Adam whispers as he kneels down next to me.
"You try being half naked and spanked by your sister! She's four and half years younger than me you know?" I say after ripping out the stupid pink pacifier from my mouth.
"I know."
"So you know it's very embarrassing! And painful." I say as I mournfully rub my red butt.
"Well pretend you like the pain, because you're going to have to convince everybody that you love being spanked from now." The fat nerd whispers, giving me a stern look.
"Ev-everybody!?But why?"
"Because Daddy likes your tushie red, that's why. So you behave, and thank your sister for a wonderful spanking when she comes back."
"Yeth, Daddy."

As if on cue, Natalie comes back holding a large, white container of powder. "Found some! What are you guys talking about?"
Adam gives me a knowing look, and I know what I have to say. "I was just saying to Daddy that that was one of the best spankings I've ever had. Thank you so much, Na- Mommy."
"Aww, aren't you sweet?" Nat says grinning, giving me one more slap on my red butt before saying "Okay, enough fun, we can play more spanking games later, it's time to get you into a fresh diaper. Or two!" she says with a giggle as she picks up the pink pacifier from the changing mat next to me and waves it front of my mouth. I miserably open up so she can pop the stupid paci in my mouth.

I cringe at the words 'spanking games', but I don't scream at my sister, or get up and run away, I just open my thighs to my sister, opening up the pink folds of my pussy to her and begin suckling on the rubber teat.

"Good girl." Nat says as she grabs the container of talc in both hands squeeze on the bottle. I see a huge cloud of white powder rise up from between my legs, and feel the soft powder land all over my nether regions. "Whoops. I've never done this before, I think I put too much on."
"That's okay, just rub it all in and it should be fine." Adam says, his eyes glued to the scene being played out before him.
"Okay!" Nat says cheerfully, quite the contrast to how I feel.

I feel small fingers begin touching my sensitive snatch, making me squirm despite my best efforts to be a 'good baby', but my sisters fingers all over my most private area is a very strange, uncomfortable, and overall, horrible experience. Soon she is rub