tried.
“Look, he forced me into this.”
“And you let him,” Mia tossed back. “Face it. All our lives, you’ve tried to convince yourself you were more mature. You thought you were smarter and prettier, but in the end, you’re back in diapers, completely powerless to stop any of this from happening.”
“I just wanted to help,” I said. Even to my own ears, that came off as meek and pathetic. “I thought I could show you how to be better.”
“You thought you were my babysitter. You thought you could control me,” Mia said. “Well, big sister, for once, you’re going to be powerless. And to start your new stage in life, I’m going to change your diaper.”
“Please, not you.”
“Sorry, Claire, you don’t get the choice. You get to lay there and wiggle or cry, but that’s about it. You’re going to learn to be a good, sweet little girl. I know it sounds rough, but I promise Trevor and I will be there to take such good, good care of you.”
The desperation and dread swirled through me, but for one shining moment it gave way to rage. I yanked on my straps, pulling them with all my might. It wasn’t much. It certainly wasn’t enough, so Mia got to laugh at my expense one more time before she got a fresh diaper.
Unlike Trevor, she needed a bit more time. That, or Mia just wanted to savor my humiliation. She got to strip me of the soiled diaper, wipe me off, and powder me thoroughly. All the while, she hummed to herself like a parent or babysitter absentmindedly taking care of a sweet, innocent child.
Once I was cleaned up, Mia got out a fresh diaper. This one was pink too and had a set of imprinted hearts. I didn’t want to wear it. She knew how much I hated ultra feminine clothes, but then that was the point. She wanted to take away my adulthood and force me into an infantile prison.
Mia opened the new diaper and ordered me to lift my butt. I longed to respond with rigid defiance, but then I remembered Trevor. It would be so easy for him to come in here, lift my legs by my ankles, and let her slide the diaper under me anyway. I dreaded the possibility of them working together on me.
“Please, please don’t do this,” I said again and again as she pulled the diaper up and taped it back into place. Before long, I was diapered again. The span of freedom only lasted a few seconds.
Mia ripped the Velcro restraints free and helped me off the bed. Right away, I tumbled down to my knees. With the leash still connected, I had no choice but to follow her. To my ultimate chagrin, Mia took me back to the rocking chair.
She forced me onto her lap. I tried to stay on my back, but she flipped me over. All of a sudden, she just seemed to strop. My baby sister had no trouble maneuvering me like a doll. My struggles counted for nothing.
On my stomach, I wiggled and tried again, “Please, Mia. Please, I’m sorry I tried to break up you and your boyfriend.”
“It’s okay,” she said breezily. “I think you’ll learn your lesson soon enough.”
“Yes!” I agreed, simpering to get out of another spanking. “Mia, I’ve learned my lesson. Okay? I’ve learned to be a good girl.”
“Then you’ll thank me when I’m done spanking you,” she informed me.
My eyes bugged. Her hand struck the back of my thigh. I heard the clap as the sensation rolled through my system. I tried to sit up, but do anything really, but her hand came down again.
“Naughty girl, thinking you could be an adult. But you’re not an adult, are you? You’re just a silly baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” I muttered. But then, I lifted my chin and looked my sister in the eyes, “I’m not a baby! Okay? You need to understand, I don’t care what you two do to me. I’m not a toddler! I’m not an infant! You’re making me wet. That doesn’t count! I can walk!” Once those words left my mouth, my chest rose and fell. It felt like I had just done something very difficult and very important.
Mia disagreed. She stroked my
“Look, he forced me into this.”
“And you let him,” Mia tossed back. “Face it. All our lives, you’ve tried to convince yourself you were more mature. You thought you were smarter and prettier, but in the end, you’re back in diapers, completely powerless to stop any of this from happening.”
“I just wanted to help,” I said. Even to my own ears, that came off as meek and pathetic. “I thought I could show you how to be better.”
“You thought you were my babysitter. You thought you could control me,” Mia said. “Well, big sister, for once, you’re going to be powerless. And to start your new stage in life, I’m going to change your diaper.”
“Please, not you.”
“Sorry, Claire, you don’t get the choice. You get to lay there and wiggle or cry, but that’s about it. You’re going to learn to be a good, sweet little girl. I know it sounds rough, but I promise Trevor and I will be there to take such good, good care of you.”
The desperation and dread swirled through me, but for one shining moment it gave way to rage. I yanked on my straps, pulling them with all my might. It wasn’t much. It certainly wasn’t enough, so Mia got to laugh at my expense one more time before she got a fresh diaper.
Unlike Trevor, she needed a bit more time. That, or Mia just wanted to savor my humiliation. She got to strip me of the soiled diaper, wipe me off, and powder me thoroughly. All the while, she hummed to herself like a parent or babysitter absentmindedly taking care of a sweet, innocent child.
Once I was cleaned up, Mia got out a fresh diaper. This one was pink too and had a set of imprinted hearts. I didn’t want to wear it. She knew how much I hated ultra feminine clothes, but then that was the point. She wanted to take away my adulthood and force me into an infantile prison.
Mia opened the new diaper and ordered me to lift my butt. I longed to respond with rigid defiance, but then I remembered Trevor. It would be so easy for him to come in here, lift my legs by my ankles, and let her slide the diaper under me anyway. I dreaded the possibility of them working together on me.
“Please, please don’t do this,” I said again and again as she pulled the diaper up and taped it back into place. Before long, I was diapered again. The span of freedom only lasted a few seconds.
Mia ripped the Velcro restraints free and helped me off the bed. Right away, I tumbled down to my knees. With the leash still connected, I had no choice but to follow her. To my ultimate chagrin, Mia took me back to the rocking chair.
She forced me onto her lap. I tried to stay on my back, but she flipped me over. All of a sudden, she just seemed to strop. My baby sister had no trouble maneuvering me like a doll. My struggles counted for nothing.
On my stomach, I wiggled and tried again, “Please, Mia. Please, I’m sorry I tried to break up you and your boyfriend.”
“It’s okay,” she said breezily. “I think you’ll learn your lesson soon enough.”
“Yes!” I agreed, simpering to get out of another spanking. “Mia, I’ve learned my lesson. Okay? I’ve learned to be a good girl.”
“Then you’ll thank me when I’m done spanking you,” she informed me.
My eyes bugged. Her hand struck the back of my thigh. I heard the clap as the sensation rolled through my system. I tried to sit up, but do anything really, but her hand came down again.
“Naughty girl, thinking you could be an adult. But you’re not an adult, are you? You’re just a silly baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” I muttered. But then, I lifted my chin and looked my sister in the eyes, “I’m not a baby! Okay? You need to understand, I don’t care what you two do to me. I’m not a toddler! I’m not an infant! You’re making me wet. That doesn’t count! I can walk!” Once those words left my mouth, my chest rose and fell. It felt like I had just done something very difficult and very important.
Mia disagreed. She stroked my
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