Susan left and returned with our bottles and handed one to Jill. Cooing gently Jill reached over the top of me, removed my paci and slipping the bottle’s nipple into my mouth. As the warm milk started flowing I felt a stirring in my diaper. Jill noticed and placed her hand carefully and gently on the front of my romper until her fingers were on top of my tiny, but throbbing pen-is. "Well, CupCake...seems we like nursing on your bottle, huh? Do you like the taste of milk, snookums?" She was slowly fondling the front of my romper "Do you like feeling my hand on your baby winky like this?"
OMG...her hand did feel incredible. She gently continued her rubbing as I slowly nursed on the bottle...the milk was delicious, so sweet and flavorful, and I was suc-king as fast as I could. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a soft safe place in my mind.
Jill's hand slipped from my romper and I wiggled and groaned trying to get her to put it back. The bottle's nipple came loose for a second and I tried to plead with her but all that came out was, "ne-mo-mama nee mo-mo." "Shhhhh...not now, CupCake...but soon. And how sweet...you calling me mama." That's not what I was trying to say but what could I do.
I felt the weight of her arm and hand between my legs, holding me snugly on her lap. Even though she had teased me without allowing me release I felt warm, safe and snug. I didn’t even notice that I was peeing again. She started humming softly as I continued to nurse on the bottle and I started to drift off to sleep when I heard a moan from Baby Sarah who was similarly being fed by her sister. It took another 10 minutes before Baby Sarah and I finished the rest of our bottles.
You need to burp, you're wet and you're sleepy." She helped me sit up and gently tapped on my back. I gave out a little burp and after a few more taps a large burp. She then replaced my paci. Feeling inside my diaper she said "wet. It’s time to change you." Baby Sarah let out a burp that brought me out of my daze.
Oh my g-d, Jill is going to see me naked. "NNNNGGGGGGHHHHH...nnnnngggghhhh” I cried in panic. “What’s wrong, baby doesn’t want me to change her diaper? You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” She said chuckling as she winked at Susan. “Don’t worry, we’re going to have so much fun with the things we have planned.” Susan chimed in. As both girls started laughing, both Baby Sarah and I started wiggling and slapping with our hands to try and get free. “Oh no you don’t!” Jill screamed as she held tightly. “You were both so good for your bottles, but now I think you need a good spanking for trying to get away.”
Susan dragged Baby Sarah to a straight back chair, took off her romper, plastic panties and diaper then sat down and draped the sobbing Sarah over her upraised knee. Jill dragged me by the shoulder straps of my romper to a chair next to Susan’s. Throwing me across her lap, she surprised me by leaving my diapers in place. Maybe she intended to just give me a demonstration of her anger by spanking me on my well-padded butt. My short-lived sense of reprieve was not to be however--instead, as I lay face downwards with my diapered bottom up in the air, she gripped the snaps on the crotch of my romper unsnapping them in one swift move and pulled them open. She then pulled the elastic waistband of my plastic panties and yanked downward. Pushing the back of my panties out of the way, she proceeded to unpin the thick cloth of my diapers and push that back as well.
Now my tender bottom lay exposed to everyone and I saw Jill smiling at me wickedly. Spitting out my paci, "Nooo!'' I wailed but I was cut short by the stinging slap of her hand. "OWWW-WAA!!!" I cried. Her and Susan’s hands rained down on our youthful cheeks harshly. I kicked and sobbed, banging the floor with my hands and wriggling over her lap in a futile attempt to escape. Jill was quite strong however and I was no match for her. She easily held me in place while she paddled my bottom determinedly.
I cried for all I was worth as the assault on my fanny continued. My cheeks received equal punishment. They went from a bright, candy apple red, to a flaming, deep crimson, hot and stinging over every square inch. At long last, the spanking was over.
Both Sarah and I lay over the lap of our punishers, too weak to move, bawling like babie. I knew I was making a spectacle of myself in front of everyone but I couldn't help myself. As I cried, I felt my Jill taking off my romper so that I was naked like Baby Sarah. With little sympathy, Jill raised me up into a standing position and I rubbed my butt, trying to assuage the pain. At the same time, my legs were wobbly and unsteady and my sobbing went unabated. “Now, I suspect that you will not be a problem for the rest of the weekend,” Susan snarked to the both of us. “Now crawl to the nursery for your diaper change. And wait for us. I think the mittens go back on.”
Sniffling naked we crawled to back upstairs to the nursery, worrying about what they would do next.