Several days later, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, having gotten up before my stepmom checked on me. And as usual, I couldn't stop myself from rubbing the bunny-soft, pillowy front of my diapers. Even though they were soaked from last night's bedwetting, it still felt incredible to caress the plasticky front and my tiny stub responded immediately. I was imagining Megan in my mind's eye, her delightful curves filling up and practically overflowing her sexy smooth push-up bra. I felt my orgasm bubbling up and was just about to explode when suddenly Desiree strode into the room unexpectedly.
“WHAT IN HOLY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” she demanded angrily.
My hands shot away from my diapers and I stuttered incomprehensibly.
“I-um-I just...um...”
“You little sissy masturbator!” she barked, “You are NOT to play with yourself in this house!”
She snatched up the paddle from the dresser top and quickly took a seat on the edge of the mattress, jerking my plastic panties down a in ring around my calves.
“No! N-no!” I squealed weakly.
Yanking me over her lap, she swiftly unpinned my wet diapers and pushed the soggy bulk between my legs.
Without warning, she smacked by damp bottom as hard as she could, eliciting a loud cry of anguish from my quivering mouth. I kicked as she brought down the paddle again and again, first against one soft cheek and then the other. I burst into tears and cried like a baby as she swatted by reddening bottom mercilessly, my feet scissoring helplessly behind me. The cruel wooden paddle scalded my tender skin viciously, filling the room with the loud, crisp swats and I wailed at the top of my lungs with each smack. Slapping the floor with the palms of my hands frantically, I squirmed like a fish out of water as she peppered my behind. With a crisp snap of her wrist, she began smacking the pink sides of my buns and I cried desperately. I knew from experience it was going to be three long days before I'd be able to sit down again without wincing.
Finally, at long last, the terrible spanking was over. I lay over her lap, too weak to stand, sobbing my eyes out as she rested the paddle against my blazing bottom.
“Young man—I am going to be checking your diapers from now on and if I find even the slightest trace of goo in them, you can count on another blistering spanking over my lap—do you understand me?”
I nodded my head quickly and blurted out a wailing 'yes' between my sobs.
“You're a disgusting little boy and I won't tolerate a masturbator in my house,” she emphasized her remark with another swift smack from the paddle, right across both bright red cheeks, making me howl in agony as a fresh set of tears tumbled down my wet face.
A week later, it was about eight in the evening and I was just stepping out of the shower, when I heard my name being called from downstairs. I couldn't be sure, but when I opened the door, it also sounded as if my stepmom has some guests over to visit. Wrapping the towel around my torso, I stepped over to the head of the stairs hesitantly.
“Brian; come downstairs, it's time to get you ready for bed,” I heard Desiree call to me.
My heart skipped a beat. Tentatively, I tip-toed slowly down the stairwell, afraid she intended to put me in my diapers in front of someone else. Putting aside Megan's friend, I certainly didn't want any other strangers to know about my bedwetting if I could help it.
“Um, but what about...you know?” I said, not wanting to come down any further.
“Brian—come down here this instant, I won't ask again,” I heard her say in a tone of voice with an edge to it.
I swallowed hard and descended the staircase, seeing three of my stepmom's friends comfortably sitting along with her around the living room on the couch and easy chairs. I bit my lip and my cheeks reddened as I suddenly spied the changing mat in the middle of the floor, along with a stack of fluffy cloth diapers, pins, baby powder and yellow nursery print plastic panties.
Blushing hotly with shame, my spirits sank as the women looked at me expectantly, clearly having been told that the diapers were waiting for me.
“Come along, we don't have all night,” Desiree said as she brusquely removed my towel and sat me down on the stack of diapers. My hands shot down to cover my embarrassing, tiny little package from everyone's intent gaze. The women giggled with amusement as my stepmom squeezed a glob of Desitin in the palm of her hand while her other one firmly grasped my ankles together and swung them up over my head. I squealed like a little girl and was forced to move my hands to maintain my balance as everyone was treated to a grand view of my bare bottom. My eyes misted with tears of humiliation as they all looked down on me both literally and figuratively. Here I was all of twelve years old, about to be pinned into my bedwetter's diapers in front of everyone. Could anything be worse for a budding teenager?
“Looks like this little boy got his booty spanked,” one of them commented with a chuckle.
My stepmom smeared the Desitin slowly across my bottom, leaving a thick, sticky coating across both cheeks.
“That's right. I walked into his room to find him playing with himself and rubbing the front of his diapers. That earned him an immediate trip over my lap.”
The women collectively giggled as one of them wagged her finger at me.
“Naughty little boy. Now you know what happens to little boys that misbehave.”
My cheeks blazed red as Desiree shook baby powder over my little genitals. As usual, all that one could see was the small, cap-shaped protuberance of my wee-wee above my toddler-sized sack.
“Would anyone care to guess Brian's age?” she asked the group.
“Judging by the size of his package, I'd say...three?” the blond one quipped.
Everyone burst out laughing and a tear of humiliation trickled down my cheek.
“Stop teasing me!” I whined in a pouty voice.
I knew I sounded like a total wimp but I had to stand up for myself.
“Aww,” the brunette said in a syrupy voice meant for toddlers, “I think the wittle one needs his bedtime bottle.”
Once again, the group erupted in laughter. It was clear that they had zero respect for me.
“Des—have you ever considered a chastity device for him?” the blonde asked, “I'll bet it would do him a world of good.”
I cringed, not quite sure what she was talking about but instinctively knowing it probably wasn't in my best interests.
My stepmom was halfway to pulling my diapers up between my legs when she stopped in mid movement.
“You know—that's not a bad idea,” she said, clearly interested in the notion, “But could I get one small enough to fit him?”
“These days, you can get them in any size. I would suggest the Sissy Tamer, by LockedUpPansies.com. It was specifically designed for determined sissy masturbators with maximum security in mind so there would be no chance whatsoever he can escape. Trust me—once he's locked in that device, his days of erections are over. No more orgasms and no more playing with himself.”
While it was mortifying to be getting pinned into my diapers like a baby in front of these women, it was even worse to be talked about by them in this way.
“Well, that sounds like just what our little bedwetter needs,” my stepmom said with a big grin as she pinned the sides of my diapers snugly around my hips.
I didn't like where this was headed at all! To have my orgasms taken away? Up until now, that had been the only source of pleasure I had enjoyed since being put back into diapers. And now this woman was giving my stepmom ideas that would put an end to my masturbating activities forever!
'I-I d-don't think that's a good idea,” I mumbled even as I blushed anew at the idea of defending my naughty behavior.
“No? Well that's too bad, young man,” my stepmom snapped as she positioned my plastic panties around my feet, “Because you clearly need a secure chastity device to prevent you from playing with yourself. And I'm going to order one for you right after I put you to bed.”
I bunched my fists in mute frustration as she slowly brought the yellow nursery print plastic panties up my legs and began working them over my fat diapers.
“Don't worry, sweetie,” the brunette said, a look of smug satisfaction on her face, “Before long, you won't even notice you're wearing one.”
I swallowed hard as the others giggled.
Pulling my sissy top over my head, Desiree stood me up to face the others.
“Say goodnight to our guests, Brian,” she said with a pat on my fat, diapered bottom.
Staring at the floor like a chastened toddler, I mumbled goodnight to them before my stepmom took my hand and led me waddling up to my room.
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