The game advanced along steadily. Each player move their pieces with extreme caution and precise judgment. There could be no mistakes, no play backs. It was this weeks bet, after all.
“Well I think SOMEONES underestimated their opponent” Sarah smiled as she moved a knight forward. She was a often outgoing girl, rather short, with long brown hair and green eyes. She was an artist, and had taken to writing from an early age, always willing to show her creativity even if it seemed bizarre. She face her opponent from across a heavy oak table, hoping to see him squirm. She was disappointed.
“Oh, and who might that be?” her husband replied, as he move a rook into place. Eric was almost the exact opposite of his wife. An engineering prodigy, he had graduated high school early and abstained from further education, preferring to work alone. Instead, he had had published several patents.
Both of them seemed to be very different, but in some ways, they were made for each other. Due to the nature of their work, they were fated to spending most of their time on their own. They were both seen as strange, even outsiders, Sarah because of her unwillinges to conform, and Eric almost without a choice due to his more logical, but less social, nature. They both agreed on a house in the wilderness, Eric for the solitude and Sarah for the inspiration nature provided. They both became rather wealthy, and used their freedom to play these games, on which they bet… well, anything the other wanted.
“Soooo… uhhh… what did you have planned for me this week, honey? You know I love you, right?” Sarah realized she had fallen into a trap. It was a bad idea for anyone to challenge Eric to a game of chess. Next week it would be pop culture trivia, and he could suck on that.
“Oh you will see honey, I promise it will be surprise” Eric replied, not taken by her brownosing.
Sarah wasn’t so sure. They had done it all, from simply cooking meals to childish pranks, French made dresses to chains and strait jackets. One time she had made HIM dress as the french maid. She suddenly worried that this week, she would regret that.
“Well, you’ve lost, kiddo. Come with me” he knocked over her king and took her by the hand, leading her upstairs. What did he mean by “kiddo”?
He led her into the bedroom and lay her on the ground, ordering her to stay in place. She stared at the ceiling wondering what he was doing as he walked into a closet across the hall. He returned later carrying a large bag.
Bending over, he undid her pants. “Wait, what ar…” Eric’s glare silenced her. She let him undress her, wondering what was next.
“Now I was wondering what I could do that would possibly be worse then that “maid” incident” (Sarah blushed) “and I think I have found the cutest possible solution. Lift up your legs.”
Sarah obeyed, confused, as he slid something underneath her. He lowered her legs down, and she felt a thick pad underneath her. What…
“A DIAPER!??! You can’t be serious! I am 24 years old! I… I am older then you! I’m taking it off!”
Eric put a hand on her chest, stopping her from sitting up. “You will do exactly as I tell you, like we agreed.” Pouting, she leaned back down.
He powdered her heavily. Sarah could smell the sweet baby powder on herself. Soon he pulled up the diaper between her legs and taped it snugly on her. It even had cartoon rabbits on it! It was so thick she couldn’t get her legs together! She could already feel her sweat making the material damp. Though, she had to admit, it did feel good in a way, like having a pillow wrapped around her.
But Eric wasn’t finished. He followed the diaper up with a pink onsie, complete with a butt flap and “baby girl” written across the front. It was tight enough to make the bulging diaper obvious and press it into her. He gave her a frilly bonnet and a pink pacifier, knee high socks and Mary Jane shoes. She blushed bright red. She would SOOOO make him pay for this.
“AWWW you look so adorable! Just like a real baby!” Eric turned her to face a mirror, and she was torn between crying and laughing at her appearance. She really was just like a toddler.
Eric patted her padded bottom playfully, getting her attention. “Now, this week you are going to be my baby. No arguments! I don’t even want you talking with that paci in your mouth. Lets go downstairs, and I will give the baby her supper.”
Sarah folded her arms and glared at him through her pacifier. His response was to pinch her cheek and say “you are so CUTE when you try to be angry! Now get moving before you earn a spanking.”
He took her by the hand down the stairs and into the kitchen. The padding made her waddle like a toddler, and she almost fell over several times.
“hmmmm… it seems you are having trouble walking. If I am not there to hold your hand, I want you crawling. Understood? Just so my baby doesn’t hurt herself” Sarah hoped he could feel her glaring at his back.
They arrived in the kitchen. Light shone in “Now, where did I put it…” Eric searched around the kitchen, finally going into the basement and returning with what looked like a pile of wood. “Here, found this at a…. very strange garage sale.” He opened it up and put it down. IT WAS A HIGH CHAIR! Made for someone distressingly close to Sarah’s own height. She soon found herself lifted up by her husband an placed into it, a belt holding her in place. Her husband was surprisingly strong, and though she hated to admit it, it was nice being taken care of. Perhaps she could get used to this.
Her husband produced a large baby bottle of milk and bowl of mashed vegetables. Where did he get these things? Sarah supposed with his money and the internet it was possible, but still…
“Now open for the air plane! Vroooom…”
Sarah realized he was intending to feed her. And actual baby food! She parted her lips, accepting the overly sweet mush and swallowing. She squirmed in her diaper, feeling the padding rubbing against her as he feed her spoonful after spoonful. It was humiliating! But somehow, comforting. Soon she had eaten the entire bowl, and drank her milk.
“Good baby! Now play with your toys while daddy goes to eat.” He popped a pacifier in her mouth and set her down in play pen made with previously owned fences. Essentially, it was a cage. Inside she found a pile of dolls and coloring books. Flipping through them, she found that each book was filled with pictures of characters in diapers, being spanked, messing, and being feed bottles. Oh well, better get started.
Eric stared at his wife from the other room, coloring in her little books while she hummed a happy song through the paci. She was so cute! He should have done this long ago.
Suddenly she stopped “uhhh. dada?”
“Yes baby girl?”
“uhhh…. I has to go to the potty” Sarah was afraid of what his response would be, but figured playing the role might improve her odds. That was the only reason for coloring in the books and talking like this. The ONLY reason.
“Well, I think we both know what the answer is going to be, don’t we?”
“No! You can’t make me!”
“Sweetie, what are you wearing?”
“uhhh… a diaper…”
“And who wears diapers?”
“Babies…”
“Which makes you a…?”
Sarah refused to anwear.
“It makes you a baby” Eric answered for her.
“NO! Other people can wear diapers too! Your argument is logically flawed! Your affirming the consequent! Affirming the consequent! Affirming the consequent!”
“Fine then. What does your onesie label you as?”
“…Baby…” Sarah pouted.
“Good! And what do babies do in their diapers?”
“Bu… bu… NO! You can’t make me!” Sarah got up to her feet and tried to get a way. In an instant, she found herself over Eric’s knee. He couldn’t be… no…
SPANK! The first hit cam down hard upon her diapered rear. Even through the padding, it stung. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Eric rained down blows upon her diaper. “You will be a good baby, or you will get spanked, understand?” SPANK! SPANK!
“Yess ow! daddy! ow! I’m sorry!”
“Good girl.” He turned the girl over to sit on his knee. She squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable on her sore backside. “Now, I think I should tell you the rules. First of all, babies stay in diapers, and use them properly. Yes, that means no potty for any reason. Secondly, when the paci is in your mouth, you cannot talk, or take it out, unless you want it replaced with soap. If you need to say something, point to it, and I will decide if you may, then you will call me “daddy” and speak in a baby’s voice. You will crawl unless I am there to hold your hand. You will do you best to act like a baby at all times. Understood?” She nodded “Good, then wet your diaper.”
“Pwease don may me…”
Eric simply raised his open hand as if to spank her again. Sarah quickly got the message.
Sarah closed her eyes and concentrated. It was difficult at first, but after a while, she began to feel a warmth spreading in her diaper. Her face turned red as a beet as she soaked her diaper. It was an odd sensation, very wet, and somewhat relaxing. She finished.
“I done dada.”
“Good, now before I change your diaper” (did he actually intend to change her?!?!) “there is one more thing to deal with. A minute ago you spat out your paci and yelled at me like a big girl. What did I say would happen if you did that?”
“uhhhh… soap?.. buh… buh….”
“Come on” Eric picked up the squirming girl as she struggled to get away. He took her to the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet. Her diaper crinkled underneath her, reminding her of the irony of where she was sitting. Eric grabbed a bar of soap, and, forcing her mouth open, shoved it in.
It was horrid! The taste was disgusting, and the entire idea of it was humiliating! She had never felt more childish in her life. She realized that this she what she was now, a diapered, pampered, bottle fed, hand led, baby. She began to whine loudly through the soap.
Soon the bar stopped going in and out of her mouth. Eric held a bottle to her lips. “Now, drink, and rinse the soap down,” he commanded. Still pouting, she obeyed.
When she finished, she looked into her hus… her daddy’s blue eyes. This was… nice. In a way, it was comforting not being taken care of. She could get used to the diapers.
Eric lifted her up, cradling her in his arms, with one hand patting her bottom. “Now I think it is somone’s bed time, don’t you?”
She opened her eyes in shock. It was barely 8:30! She tried to protest without speaking, shaking her head and mumbling “mmm mmm! mmm mmm!” through the pacifier.
“Now now, babies have early bed times, and you are clearly cranky. It will do you some good.” He carried her up the stairs to one of the spare bedroom. To her amazement, the entire thing had been converted into a nursery! The walls had been painted pink with princess and animals. Instead of a bed, there was an overgrown crib. In the corner was a changing table. How had he done this without her knowledge? She didn’t come in here often, but…
As if sensing her question, Eric responded “when you know the laws of physics, darling, anything is possible. Even a 4’11’’ baby.” Sarah blushed at that, squirming in embarrassment
Eric opened the closet, where she usually kept her spare clothes. Instead, she found it full of baby dresses, onsies, and overalls! An array of pinks, bright pastels, and baby blues almost blinded her. Her underwear drawer had been replaced with stakes of diapers, each with another babyish print on it. “Don’t worry darling, you can have you clothes back when I let you out of diapers. If I let you.”
He undid her onsie and untaped her sodden diaper. He removed it and cleaned her with baby wipes, then powdered her and lay three diapers underneath her. “They need to be thicker if they are going to last overnight” Eric explained. Whatever. Sarah leaned back and stared at the ceiling, letting him diaper her without protest. He taped each one of the diapers on her. She couldn’t even balance sitting up on all the padding, and it force her almost into the splits. It was also the softest thing she had ever worn. She decided that she liked it, despite herself.
Eric took out pink footie baby pajamas which had sleeping cartoon ponies on it, each one in its own little diaper. He dressed her, then lay her down in the crib among a pile of soft teddy bears.He kissed her cheeks and forehead, tucking her in as he did.
“Good night baby girl. Oh, and I realized you haven’t messed your diaper yet. Bad baby! You better wake up stinky, or your in for another spanking.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, making him laugh and ruffle her hair . She then twisted angrily. How dare he! He would SO pay next week! he…
Sarah suddenly stopped feeling angry. She picked up a pacifier and began sucking on it, finding it very soothing. She grabbed a teddy bear and cuddled with it. She began drifting off to sleep, wondering if he was serious about messing or getting spanked…
So this was the first story I wrote, a while back. Not exactly the best, and sort of cliche in retrospect… Any comments or critiques would be appreciated! Also more will follow.
I will be posting tomorrow, probably