Peter's Punishment

[Patti Remick]

Peter's Punishment, Part 9 by Patti Remick

I continue to cry as Mommy again tells me, "Lay still," but now She
Adds, "and put your legs together.' As I continue to hold my skirt up
over my blouse, now afraid to even let go of it, I am horrified at how
angry She is and I quickly comply and I push my feet together until my
Mary Jane shoes are touching. I am praying that She is satisfied that
She has seen that I have wet my panties and that She will now take me
to the bathroom. But I am sorely mistaken as Mommy then takes both of
Her hands, and grabbing my tights by the waistband carefully but
deliberately, pulls them down to my ankles. I was not prepared for this
and don't know what She is doing and become hysterical again kicking my
legs back and forth. I quickly realize that by pulling the tights down
to my ankles it has effectively bound my feet together. She grabs me
firmly by the chin and tells me, "Stop your kicking right now …you hold
perfectly still you little brat…do you understand me!" Again I quickly
comply at the harsh sound of Her voice and become motionless.

I watch in agony as She then reaches down under the table and see that
She has retrieved a pair of scissors. She says nothing to me but I can
tell I better not move one muscle as She proceeds to cut my wet panties
off with the scissors by snipping through the waistband at each leg
opening and briskly pulling the wet panties out from under me. She
holds them up so She can see then and coldly says, "I think our little
baby girl wet her panties some more when she had her tantrum here in
the nursery…didn't she?…well I guess you really did need to 'pee more'
these panties are soaked!" Furious at their wetness, She pushes the wet
panties in my face and nose and holds them there as I try to turn my
head away from them. Now chiding me about this 'accident' I watch in
horror as She tosses the panties into the trash.

As I continue to cry She tells me to spread my legs wide and continue
to hold my skirt up. She has no sympathy what so ever and coldly says
She was glad She was prepared for a little sissy girl like me to act
like such a baby as I comply and spread my legs. "Now you pathetic
little sissy…since you act like a baby you will be treated like a
baby," She coldly says. As I lay there frozen with fright She reaches
under the table and brings up a large white bottle of what is clearly
baby powder and what looks like a container of pre-moistened baby wipes
and places them near my feet.

At first I can't really see it but I quickly lift my head and can read
that the container says in large print: BABY WIPES – 500 COUNT. I can
also see that in smaller print it says: Cleans and Soothes – Helps
Prevent Chaffing and Diaper Rash. Ignoring my tears and pleading She
takes a baby wipe from the container and begins to wipe it all over my
tiny male genitals. Still not completely comprehending what is
happening to me I realize that the baby wipe feels cool on my skin. As
She continues with a second wipe I realize that I have unconsciously
spread my legs even wider so She can easily wipe my crotch and genital
area. She then grabs my feet which are still locked together by the
tights around my ankles and before I know it She firmly lifts them up
off the table and practically over my head fully exposing my rear.

The strap around my chest prevents me from any movement of my upper
body and She has a firm hold on my legs at my ankles. Still firmly
holding my legs with one hand She takes another baby wipe and begins to
wipe my rear and anus. I cry hysterically as She does this but She just
continues to ignore me. Still holding my legs I see Her reach for the
bottle of baby powder and suddenly I feel the powder on my bottom as I
see her shaking the bottle. I dare not fight Her as She puts the bottle
back down near my feet and I feel Her hand on my bottom as She spreads
the powder on me. Finally She lowers my legs back onto the table.

She orders me to spread my legs wide and I do but my feet are still
bound together by the tights so all I can do in bend my knees and pull
my feet towards me. She actually smiles in delight and is even a bit
surprised as She watches me spread my legs like this and even softens
Her tone for a moment and says, "Oh what a good little sissy baby –
spreading your legs nice and wide so Mommy can powder you." She begins
to sprinkle the baby powder onto my crotch and tiny male genitals
telling me to keep my legs spread wide and not move. Satisfied that I
am well powdered She then reaches down and I hear Her opening one of
the drawers. I am totally horrified and nearly faint at what I see
next.

A thick white disposable diaper, I don't think I can remember ever
seeing one of these so close to me in my life. She smiles, almost
giggling, as She sees my horrified reaction to the sight of it as She
holds the still folded diaper between Her red nailed fingers. Even as
She holds it in its folded state I can see the white plastic covering,
thick white padding, elastic leg gathers and wide white fastening
tapes. She stares at me and brings the diaper closer to my face and
mockingly says, "Do you know what I have here for you?" I say
nothing in my frightened state and She says again, "Come on now…be a
good little sissy and tell Mommy what I have here for you."

Hysterically I cry out, "Nooo, nooo…pleeeease."

Again She taunts me, "Come on little sissy girl, tell Mommy what I
have for her here." Finally sensing that it is just too much for me to
answer Her She finally sarcastically says, "Alright…don't answer me you
little brat …you know what this is and if you have any doubt you are
going to find out right now…now you keep your legs spread wide and lift
up your bottom so I can put you in your diaper you very BAD BAD little
girl."

Oh God, She really means it. She is really going to put me in a diaper.
A diaper! I just cannot believe this is actually happening. I'm a ten
years old boy and I'm now dressed like a 6 year old girl and now I am
going to be put into a diaper too. I begin again to plead with Her not
to put me in the diaper but She will have none of it. She angrily
Scowls, "You have really been a very bad little bratty sissy girl and
this is what happens to bad little sissies like you who wet their
panties…they have to wear diapers, now lift up now!" Seeing the anger
in Her face I quickly comply and lift my rear off the table feeling
the tightness of the strap across my chest as I try to arch my back.

Now as She unfolds the diaper I see its hideous hourglass shape,
elastic leg and waist bands, and thick white padding. Pleased that I am
still holding my rear off the table Her tone softens a bit and She now
coldly begins teasing me by holding the diaper near my tear streaked
face and stroking Her fingers over the now open crotch of the diaper
and saying, "h these diapers are so soft and thick, they were the
thickest ones available…and the package said they were 'baby soft' so I
just knew you are going to love wearing them."

I watch in sheer horror as She then expertly slides the unfolded diaper
under me. I try to now hold myself up off the diaper but Mommy puts Her
hand on my stomach and firmly begins to push as She says, "Now stop
being such a brat a be a good little sissy baby and lay down on your
diaper."

Knowing I cannot resist Her I relax and lower my rear onto the diaper
and as I do I can feel its very thick, and soft, padding against my
rear. She tells me to continue to hold my skirt up over my chest as I
have unconsciously never let go of it the whole time. Now as I continue
to plead She coldly says, "You know something you little sissy brat,
I've really had enough noise and whining out of you," She then reaches
down and pulls from a drawer underneath me a large baby's pacifier
which She thrusts into my mouth. She holds it there with Her hand as
She says, "Now that will keep our little sissy baby girl quiet...don't
you touch it or even think of spitting it out…do you understand me." I
look at Her coldly starring at me as She says again, "Do you understand
me!" Now unable to speak I meekly nod my head up and down. Finally She
says, "Now that's a good baby girl," as She finally takes Her hand off
the pacifier, leaving it firmly in my mouth.

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Peter's Punishment, Part 10 by Patti Remick



She finally begins to smile again and I now watch Her as She tries not

to giggle at me as I lay there strapped on the changing table, pacifier

plugging my mouth, my white blouse buttoned up to my neck, my hands

holding my skirt hem up around my chest, my tights pulled down around

my lace anklet encased feet which are locked in black patent leather

Mary Jane shoes, legs spread wide with knees bent, unfolded hourglass

shaped disposable diaper under my powdered crotch and rear. As I lay

there She tells me how PATHETIC a little sissy I am. I lay on the

changing table in that position as Mommy sternly tells me not to move.



"Now don't you move one bit…do you hear me." She then takes Her keys

out of the pocket of Her jeans, unlocks the door, and walks out of the

room. I can hear Her walk down the hall and go into the bathroom and

close the door. A few moments later I hear the toilet flush and water

running in the sink. For a few minutes there is total silence and I

quickly look around the room. I again can see the crib which looks just

like a baby's crib with shiny metal bars on all sides except that it

seems a bit larger than ones I have seen for babies. The playpen also

looks quite large and the sides seem very high - almost as tall as I

am.



While Mommy is out of the room my mind is racing. I am trying to look

at everything in the room and I have a thought of trying to unhook the

strap and get down off the table when Mommy walks back into the room,

re-locking the door behind Her. As She does, I begin to try to plead

with Her again but the pacifier prevents me from speaking and I am

too frightened to take it out. She walks over and stands in front of

the changing table She has secured me to. She completely ignores my

pleading looking tear streaked eyes, and says, "Ok little sissy baby,

it's time we finish getting you into your diaper."



I try to yell, "No, no," but with the pacifier in my mouth the only

sounds I can make are little moans. I am praying for mercy but Mommy

shows none whatsoever. With both of Her hands She begins to firmly pull

the diaper up between my legs. As She pulls it tight over my crotch

it forces my legs to be spread out even further and I can now really

begin to feel the thickness of its padding. I lay motionless as She

then tapes it on very securely, first one side and then the other,

making several adjustments as She makes sure it is on very tight

and secure. I can really feel that it is very thick and that She has

put it on me very tightly.



I try to move my hands down near the diaper to see if there is any

chance I can unfasten the tapes but She quickly brushes them away and

scowls, "You keep your hands away from your diaper, do you understand

me…don't even think of trying to take it off…do you understand me! You

have been a very bad little sissy girl and you will wear diapers

for as long as I say so!"



She then tells me to straighten my legs and She firmly pulls my tights

back up making sure they are fully up with the waistband around my

waist. She runs Her hand over my diapered crotch making sure the tights

are completely pulled up and the thick disposable diaper is smooth

under it. She smiles as She can see that the tights have essentially

locked the thick diaper on me so securely that I can no longer close my

legs. I try to close my legs but I cannot and I can only comfortably

lay there with my legs spread and knees bent.. Mommy leans over and

looking me right in the eye says, "Now our little sissy baby girl can

wet herself all She wants," then sarcastically correcting Herself. "Oh,

'pee more', Mommy has plenty more diapers for you."



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Peter's Punishment, Part 11 by Patti Remick

After making me lay there for some more time Mommy finally undoes the
strap and tells me to get up off the table and in my slow response She
actually grabs me under both arms and picks me up off the table. As I
get to my feet I look down in horror to see that my short skirt does
nothing to hide the thick diaper which is clearly visible under my
tights. With a giggle Mommy says She will need to take me out shopping
to the supermarket for more diapers since She only bought one package
which will only be a 'few days supply' and She cannot wait to put me in
the seat of the shopping cart so everybody can see what a sissy little
girl I really am. She also reiterates that She can't wait to take me
shopping for more little girls clothes making special note of the fact
that my very small size will be a great advantage for Her so She can
pick out clothes appropriate for a five or six year old girl.

She then says with a laugh, "I think we can even get you into some of
the larger toddler girl dresses…they are just so adorable...I'm sure
you would fit into them and they are made especially to fit nicely over
thick diapers like you are going to be wearing…and I'm sure the
salesgirls will help us pick them out." With this cutting remark I
swallow hard and as I reach for the pacifier in my mouth She quickly
slaps my hand away and says, "You keep that pacifier in your mouth
until I tell you that you can remove it…do you understand!"

I meekly shake my head yes. Then She continues Her thought, cruelly
saying, "It will be so much easier to buy things that fit you by taking
you with me to try them on before we buy them…don't you think? I am so
glad you're so small as I can't wait to buy you some of those tights
with the ruffles on the seat, they will look so adorable over your
diapers…And I saw so many absolutely adorable A-line dresses in the
toddler girls department that you will look so cute in…all the sales
girls wanted me to buy them for you." Finally, with a wicked look in
Her eyes, "And maybe we will have to try out one of those baby changing
stations they now have in all the ladies rooms at the malls – you will
certainly get a lot of looks from the girls in there," She says as She
laughs out loud.


Peter's Punishment, Part 12 by Patti Remick

She takes me firmly by the arm back downstairs to the living room. The
thick diapers make me walk in a strange way with my legs spread as I
'toddle' down the stairs. I start to try to sit back on the couch but
She makes me sit down on the floor and I quickly recognize that I
cannot close my legs and have to sit there with my legs spread and my
diaper clearly visible. As I hopelessly tug at the hem of my short
skirt desperately trying to see if it will cover my clearly visible
diapered crotch She seems not to notice me doing it as says to me
mockingly, "Maybe I should put you in the nice playpen Mommy got for
you. That way Mommy can know where you are all the time and it will
be a convenient place for you to keep all the little dollies I am going
to get you to play with. I know you really want to play with them as
all little sissies do. I should bring it down from upstairs in the
nursery and put it here in the living room don't you think?" Then
quickly She adds, "I have a better idea…why don't we get you a second
playpen, one for playtime down here and one for little naps upstairs…I
think that is what I will do."

But my tugging on my skirt is to no avail and finally as She sees what
I am doing She sternly snaps, "Patti, stop tugging on your skirt…I told
you I will not have you ruin it!" Then with a little smile She
sarcastically continues, "Mommy picked it out because it is very short
and cute and it looks perfect on you…and I knew it would show off your
sissy baby diapers just the way I want it to."


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Peter's Punishment, Part 13 by Patti Remick



Seeing that I'm not crying anymore She then says She is definitely

going to invite Her girlfriends over so they can see what a PATHETIC

sissy I am. She sarcastically says that if I have a tantrum now it

won't matter as I can wet my diapers all I want. She tells me that one

of Her girlfriends has a teenage daughter who is starting to baby-sit

and that She would let Her improve Her diaper changing skills on me.

This last threat is too much more for me to bear and I lay down on my

back and begin crying again and kicking my legs back and forth as She

just watches and laughs.



Eventually after I cry myself out She makes me get up and tells me that

since I had a tantrum I must stand in the corner and be perfectly

still. She drags me over by the arm and says, "Now you stand here and

try to be a good little sissy girl until I get back." She makes me

stand there for some time as She goes to the bathroom again and

freshens Herself up. I am too horrified to even think about moving a

muscle until She gets back. After what seems like forever She finally

returns. She takes me firmly by the hand and walks me over to where Her

chair is with the telephone sitting on the table next to it. I know

what She is going to do and I am helpless and too drained to try to do

anything to try and stop Her.



"Now Patti, I don't want to hear one single sound out of you while

Mommy calls Cathy and Linda…do you understand me." Utterly exhausted, I

meekly nod yes. She gives me one last stare and then sits down and

reaches for the telephone. But my heart is pounding as I stand there

watching Her dial the telephone. I pray that there will be no answer.

Then I cringe as I hear Mommy say, "Hi Cathy, how are you?…Yes I am

fine…what are you doing right now?…Oh that's great because there is

something, actually someone, that I want you to see…What?… well do you

remember what we talked about concerning Peter and his brattyness…yes

that… well I took your advise...yes ALL of it!" Mommy begins to laugh

as She is listening then says, still giggling a bit, "Well you will

really like what you will see, I think the results are even better than

you had told me they would be!."



Mommy laughs again then says, "Oh you were so right and I'm so glad I

listened to you...what…Oh yes, I am definitely going to call Linda

right now because Her suggestions were so great too…just like you said

they would be…OK, see you soon, bye!"



Mommy hangs up the telephone and stares at me but says nothing. She

then smiles and says to me, 'Now you stay quiet while I call Linda." I

swallow hard as I realize that Mommy's friend Cathy is coming over. I

also notice something else and try to put it out of my mind but I

cannot. I am really starting to feel the need to pee.





Peter's Punishment, Part 14 by Patti Remick



As Mommy picks up the telephone again I begin to think about what is

going to happen. I had met Her friend Cathy before and I always got

nervous about the way She would always say to Mommy thinks like, "You

know Sue, I don't know why you put up with Peter's bad behavior. I

would NEVER stand for that. You really need to teach him a lesson. Let

me know if you need some advise." I never understood what She meant by

'advise'. What I now was starting to realize was that Cathy had given

Mommy some 'advise' and that's what they were talking and giggling

about on the telephone. And I could tell that it had a lot to do with

the way Mommy had punished me. Thinking about this made me even more

horrified that Cathy was now coming over.



Again I can feel the nagging tingling in my groin that I need to pee

and that it is getting stronger but I fight it and try to put it out of

my mind. Mommy dials the telephone as I stand in front of Her. At first

She seems to be ignoring me but then, holding the telephone in one

hand, She takes Her other hand and begins to run it over the front of

my skirt. She is sort of 'brushing' it downward with Her hand as if

smoothing it. Then She begins to run Her hand over my tights, again

sort of checking that they are smooth. She really isn't even looking at

me as if She is doing it instinctively. I don't dare move while She is

doing this although the pressure on my tiny bladder is growing with

each passing moment. She suddenly stops brushing my skirt and says,

"Hi, Suzanne? Well how are you dear?…Yes this is Mrs. Hoffman. I was

just calling to see if your Mom was home…what?…She just walked in, well

what good timing. So tell me what have you been up to at school…Well

I'm glad to hear that. While I have you on the telephone I wanted to

ask you how your babysitting is going...uh huh...well how would you

like to get some more 'hands on' experience?…what?...well yes dear that

used to be the case but things have changed and now I DO have a baby in

the house."



Mommy coldly looks me right in the eye as She says this and I swallow

hard as I can tell She is talking about ME. Mommy continues, "Well if

its OK with your mom we will be able to give you lots of experience

with taking care of a baby…what dear?… Oh yes that will include diaper

changes and everything, definitely. What?…oh it's a little girl you

will be taking care of and you are really going to be a big help…Oh yes

dear, you will get lots of experience in dressing her and everything."



This is all too much for me to take. I really have to pee, and not even

thinking I go to put my hand on my crotch to 'press' as I sometime do

when I have to pee real bad. Luckily for me Mommy isn't looking at me

as She is talking. As my hand reaches down I am met with a very

unfamiliar feeling as my hand brushes past the hem of my short skirt

and I make contact with the tights covered thick disposable diaper I

am wearing. It is so thick and tight I can't really even feel 'myself'

to press on. I am stunned when in mid sentence Mommy quickly slaps my

hand away from my crotch, giving me a very cold stern look at the same

time and mouthing the words 'stop that now' to me.



She then continues Her conversation, "I think Suzanne if you and your

Mom are not doing anything right now that you just might be getting

your experience faster than I thought...well I'm glad you are excited

about it now let me speak with your mom OK?, thanks."





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Mommy stops talking for a moment and doesn't even look at me. She is

just staring off into space when She suddenly says, "Hi…Linda? Hi, how

are you?…oh just fine, thanks…Suzanne really sounds like She is growing

up fast… a ninth grader? Well how time flies. Well the reason I'm

calling is I wanted to let you know that I did take the advise you and

Cathy had given me concerning peter…what?…yes, exactly… I should have

listened to you two from the very start. I thought I would be able to

do things differently but now I am so sorry that I waited so long!…yes

you were so right…so what are you doing right now?…well Cathy is on Her

way over right now and it would be great if you could come over too."



Mommy begins to laugh at something Linda must have said and replies…oh

the results are really impressive, you've just got to see my 'little

girl'. As She says the words 'little girl' She again looks right at me

and begins to brush and touch my skirt and tights covered thighs again.

Then She continues, "And I know Suzanne is trying to get some

babysitting experience so I was hoping you would bring Her too…oh

that's great. What?…oh I think that you, Cathy, and I will be able to

make sure that the 'baby' behaves for Suzanne." Mommy laughs again

then, "See you both soon…bye." Mommy hangs up the telephone and has

noticed that I have begun 'dancing' on my feet a bit. I can't help it

as my bladder is really starting to drive me crazy now. She looks at me

and says, "Now Patti, we are going to be having Mommy's girlfriends

over…do you understand…and I want you behave like a very good little

girl, do you understand me."



Peter's Punishment, Part 16 by Patti Remick



I try to nod to Mommy still knowing that I must not remove the pacifier

that is still in my mouth. But evidently She didn't like my half

hearted reply so She grabs me by the chin and again says, "Do you

understand me." This time I quickly nod my head up and down. She then

says gleefully, "Cathy and Linda are coming over and Linda is bringing

Her daughter Suzanne too. They really can't wait to see you…you'll

really like meeting Suzanne…in fact you may be seeing quite a bit of

Her."



I want to cry and scream at the same time but I cannot. Now as my

filled bladder makes me dance around on my Mary Jane shoes encased

feet, Mommy begins to look at me strangely. My bladder is screaming and

I try to 'reach' Her with my pleading eyes but She is still just coldly

looking at me. Finally She says, "Patti, why are you jumping around,

Mommy wants you to be still and you must be on you best behavior when

Mommy's girlfriends get here." But I can't stand still and finally I

try to speak with the pacifier still I my mouth.



"Mommy I have to go the bathroom, I really have to pee." But my words

are all mumbled because of the pacifier.



Mommy looks at me and sarcastically says, "Does Patti want to say

something to Mommy?" I furiously nod my head up and down hoping She

will take the pacifier out of my mouth. For a second I think She is

going to, but then Her face turns very stern and She coldly says, "Well

you have been a very bad little girl and I will not have you crying and

screaming and babbling on like before, especially with Mommy's friend

here…so you just suc-k on that pacifier like the little sissy brat that

you are, do you understand…and stop this dancing or I'll put you in

your playpen right now …do you want that?" I shake my head back and

forth trying to say no.



Then, without even realizing it, I try to put my hand on my crotch and

press again but this time Mommy not only pushes it away I can see that

She now knows now why I am doing it. A little smile comes to Her face

as She sarcastically says, "Well well, does little Patti have to go

'pee pee'?"



I furiously nod my head up and down as She continues, "and does little

Patti want to go to the bathroom?…is this what you were trying to tell

Mommy?" As I hear Her say this I begin to feel a sense of relief as I

think She might actually let me go to the bathroom and pee. But my hope

quickly is shattered as She slowly, deliberately, and coldly says,

"Well…you listen to me you little sissy brat and listen good…Patti has

been a very very bad little girl and has wet her panties before… so

Mommy had to put her in a diaper just like the little sissy baby that

she is…so Patti is a little sissy baby girl that cannot go to the

bathroom…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their

panties. Diapered little sissy girls like you will just have to wet in

your diaper like the sissy baby that you really are…that's why you have

been put in them…is that understood."



I'm reeling from Her harsh words and I can't believe that She has just

said this and as I try to begin to try to plead again through the

pacifier She cuts me right off, "I don't want to hear another sound out

of you and that is final…do you understand me…and don't you touch your

diaper again!" The tears start to flow from my eyes and I cannot hold

myself together anymore. I begin to cry and suddenly I also feel that I

cannot hold my bladder another second. I am horrified as I feel the

first trickle of pee begin to go out of me and into the tight and thick

disposable diaper She has put me in.





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Knowing that Mommy's friends are on their way over right now I try to
fight the urge to pee in my diapers as hard as I can…but it is no use.
At first only a little pee has trickled out of me and I try to hold it
again. Straining with all my might I look at Mommy and try to plead
with my tear filled eyes one more time but it is clear that She has
absolutely no sympathy for me. I cannot stand the strain any more and
suddenly I feel a large flow begin to leave my body. I feel the warm
pee begin to fill and spread out into the crotch of the thick
disposable diaper that is tight against my body. I actually expect the
pee to begin to run down my legs like it has done when I have had
accidents before, and instinctively I quickly reach down to my crotch
to feel for the wetness. But I quickly realize that the thick and tight
diaper has contained it all.

As the pee begins to flow out of me I hysterically begin to try run
towards the bathroom but Mommy quickly and firmly grabs me by the arm
and sternly says, "Just were do you think you are going?"

I try to mumble 'bathroom' through the pacifier but Mommy just holds me
where I am and coldly says, "Now I've told you before and I will not
tell you again…the bathroom is only for big girls who don't wet their
panties. You've been a bad, bad, little girl who wet her panties and I
have put you in a diaper for a reason…now I am through explaining this
to you." With this last remark all of my will power has left me and I
cannot hold another drop as my bladder begins to totally empty into the
thick diaper. I'm not sure Mommy realizes that I have now thoroughly
wet my diaper but I can tell She really doesn't care if I have. Again I
quickly put my hand on my crotch really expecting now to find
everything wet but to my amazement my tights are dry. Mommy doesn't see
me checking and I quickly take my hands away from my diapered crotch
before She does see me.

I can definitely feel the warmth of the pee that has spread out into
the thick crotch of the disposable diaper. I actually am almost feeling
a sense of relief when Mommy looks at me and says, "Now Patti, Linda,
Cathy, and Suzanne will be here any minute so you had better be a good
little girl for them…do you understand me!" Well, in my need to pee and
everything I had allowed myself to forget that they were coming but
Mommy's warning has brought me back to reality very quickly. Here I am
wearing the little girl clothes that Mommy has dressed me in, and also
a now very wet disposable diaper that is clearly visible under my short
skirt and tights, and Mommy's Girlfriends will be here any minute!

I am horrified! Then I hear the doorbell ring. I begin to cry again as
Mommy says, "Now patti, Mommy's girlfriends are here…now stop your
blabbering this instant!" I just totally lose control and just sit down
on the carpet and begin to cry loudly kicking my little tights enclosed
legs back and forth just like a bad little baby girl having a tantrum.
Mommy gives me a stern, disgusted look but says nothing as She opens
the front door.


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As Mommy opens the front door I hear Her say, "Oh Hi Cathy!...thanks so
much for coming right over."

"Oh no problem Sue, I truthfully couldn't wait to come over here after
what you told me on the phone." I then hear Cathy say, "So where's your
'little girl'?"

"Well Cathy, she is the one crying and kicking right over here." Out of
the corner of my tear filled eyes I can see Cathy walking towards me.
She is a very tall woman with shoulder length straight blond hair. She
is wearing black pants, a blue blouse, black loafers, and a denim
jacket.

As She walks over to me She exclaims, "Oh Sue!…What an adorable little
girl you have!…I really love the outfit she is wearing," and with a
little laugh adds, "it really is just like the one we all talked
about." Cathy then bends over a little, looks at me and teasingly says,
"Well why is this little girl crying?"

Just then the doorbell rings again and with Cathy still standing over
me Mommy goes and opens the front door again. Quickly glancing towards
the door I can see a woman about Mommy's age and with Her a much
younger girl who I would guess is about 14 or maybe 15. They are both
dressed in blue jeans and white blouses. The older woman is wearing
running shoes and a dark blue windbreaker jacket while the younger girl
is wearing 'work' type boots and a tan leather jacket. They both have
long straight light brown hair, the older woman's in a pony tail and
the younger girls hair falling naturally over Her shoulders.

I can hear my Mother greet the two of them warmly. "Hello ladies, I'm
so glad you could come over…Oh Suzanne, you have really grown quite a
bit since the last time I saw you…you've really become quite the young
woman…I think you are taller than your Mom now.." I can hear other
exchanges of greetings.

Then Linda steps right over to where Cathy is standing over me. She
looks at me and then at Cathy and just puts Her hand to Her practically
giggling face and exclaims, "Oh my precious!...she is absolutely
adorable!"

I can hear Cathy say, "Yes Linda… isn't she just the most adorable
little thing!"

Suzanne comes and over and now all the woman are standing directly over
me. I try not to look at them as I continue to cry. I can still feel
the warmth of my wet diaper tightly against me and realize there is
even more pee coming out of me at that very moment.


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Suzanne looks at me and then to Mommy and the two other woman and says,

"Is this the little boy, I mean baby girl that you were telling me

about Ma?…she is sooo cute but why is she crying?" I dare not look up

at any of them as I'm afraid to do anything. But I can definitely feel

a major wave of warm fluid leaving me and going into the tight diaper I

am wearing. I'm not sure if Mommy's friends know that I'm even wearing

a diaper as I've tried to keep my back to them. But the thickness of

the diaper is causing me to sit with my legs fairly spread and I can

see that my short skirt does nothing to hide the bulge of the thick

white disposable diaper pushing out from beneath my white tights.



As I look down I can see the diaper under my tights protruding

hideously beyond the hem of my skirt. But I continue to pray that

Mommy's girlfriends haven't seen my diaper. Finally I hear Linda

respond to Suzanne's question, "Well Suzanne why do you think the

little baby girl is crying?"



"Well mom I'm not really sure…I could be lots of reasons," Suzanne

replies.



"Well dear, what did we talk about during your babysitting lessons when

we discussed crying babies?…they can't tell you what they need, right?.

So…we have our checklist to help us find out…right?"



"That's right Mom, I completely forgot…sorry."

 

"That's OK Suz." now let's go through the list and maybe Mrs. Hoffman

can help you."



Now Suzanne begins to move in front of me a bit so She can see my face.

Petrified, I try to turn about as I continue to sit on the floor so

that She is not in front of me. At first it seems to work as She is

still a bit behind me. I hear Her say, "Is she hungry?."



Mommy answers Her. "No she has had her breakfast…and she ate quite a

bit." I can tell Mommy is referring to the three bowls of cereal and

milk I had before She started my punishment.



Suzanne then continues, "Well, maybe she is tired."



Again Mommy answers, "Well she had a good nights sleep and I think it

is a bit too early for her nap." Nap? The word sends a cold shiver down

my spine. I haven't had to take a nap since I was very little.



Finally Suzanne says, "Well, I guess I'm not really sure what could be

wrong."

 

With that Her Mom Linda says, "Now Suzanne there is something you are

forgetting…aren't you?." At first Suzanne doesn't say anything and

there is an eerie silence from Mommy and Her friends. I'm not sure what

Linda's Mom is implying but suddenly before I can move Suzanne moves

directly in front of me and kneels down a bit. I quickly glance up at

Her and I can see She is looking right at my tear streaked face. At

first it seems She has a soft tone in Her deep blue eyes. But quickly I

can see a little smile come to Her face as She looks down and sees the

thick diaper I am wearing.



Finally, still kneeling in front of me, She looks up at Mommy and Her

friends and says, "I know why she is crying…I'll bet this little girl

has a wet diaper and needs her diaper changed."





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I am totally stunned by Suzanne's statement that She thinks I should

have my diaper changed! I had even tried to hide the fact that I was

wearing a diaper at all, but it was clear that I could not hide it and

that Suzanne, with prompting from Her Mom, made the assumption that I

must be crying because my diaper was wet. Even though it was true

that I had wet my diaper, I now realized that Mommy and Her friends all

knew it too. Suzanne is still kneeling in front of me and I quickly

glance over my shoulder and can see Mommy and Her friends smiling at

me. Actually I can see that Cathy is covering Her mouth but She is

hardly hiding the fact that She is giggling as She looks at me.



Finally I hear Mommy say, "Well Suzanne are you sure that my baby girl

is wet…I think you should check her to see." I look at Suzanne who is

looking at Mommy but then looks at me again.



I hear Suzanne's Mom Linda say, "You know how to check to see if a baby

is wet Suz…you remember how I told you."



"Yeah Ma I remember," Suzanne replies to Her Mother. Still kneeling

Suzanne begins to reach down toward me and as She begins to put Her

hand under my skirt I become horrified and quickly try to move away

from Her. As I do Suzanne says, "Hey little girl…hold still so I can

check your diaper."



Upon seeing my resistance and hearing Suzanne's words I now hear Mommy

say, "Patti!…you be still and lay back this instant so Suzanne can

check you diaper…do you hear me!"



But I am too horrified that they will discover that my diaper really IS

wet and so I try to resist again. But now Mommy has become very angry

and I hear Her say to Her friends, "Now do you see what type of a

little sissy brat I have to put up with!" With that comment Mommy comes

over to me and grabs my chin firmly in Her hand and looks me straight

in the eye and says, "Now listen to me you little brat, you will lay

back and be still right now or else…do you understand me…do you!"



Seeing the anger in Mommy's eyes freezes me instantly. Still holding my

chin in a firm grip between Her red nailed fingers She says, "Now lay

back right now and spread you legs so that Suzanne can check your

diaper." As I slowly begin to lay back on the floor Mommy releases Her

grip on my chin. She continues to stare at me making sure I comply with

Her order.





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