Alex held his little girl close, comforting her.He stroked her long red hair and kissed her forehead.
“But I don’t want you to go Daddy!” Kacey moaned, crying against his chest. She was sitting on his lap, her thick diaper and pink onesie pressed against his leg. Her pacifier and teddy bear lay nearby on the ground, where she had thrown it earlier in frustration. He rocked her gently, hoping to calm her.
“There there,” Alex replied, rubbing her back. “Its only going to be for one night. I need to go for work. You’ll see, it will all be over quickly.”
“Oh B-S! The company hockey game isn’t a NEED. It’s a WANT. Like how you said I NEED my diapers, but only WANT my bubble gum ice cream. Or NEED a spanking but only WANT a change when I’ve been naughty, for that matter. No one is making you go.” She stuck her lounge out at him.
“Hey! No potty mouth little girl!”
“Uhh, I mean… Nuh Uh! Its not a rule youse has to go!”
“Well technically…” Alex knew she was right. The company’s yearly hockey game outing wasn’t really mandatory, it was just sort of a perk. He had tried to get her tickets, but they were sold out.
“No technicallys. Your just a big meanie. Whose going to take care of me?”
“I’m not a big meanie! And I told you, I hired a baby sitter.”
“Baby sitter shmady bitter, you’re being mean,” she pouted, looking down.
“I’m not being mean, I…” Alex was interrupted when the doorbell rang. “That’s probably here. Now, I know your upset but I want you to be a good baby for the babysitter. Try to be nice. If you get upset, remember I’ll be back to play with you tomorrow, ok? I don’t want a repeat of last time.” Alex wasn’t certain what had happened the last time, but when he returned the babysitter was pale and looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. She refused payment, changed phone numbers and never returned.
“Hmpphh. Why do I need a babysitter anyway? I can take care of myself! I’m 21 years old!” Kacey exclaimed.
They both stared at each other for a moment.
“What?” Alex asked in a flat voice.
“I mean… ummm… 21 months Daddy! A big girl! I… uhhh… I just forgot which was which! Babies do that!” Kacey said blushing. “I mean big girls do that.”
“Mhmm… Sure you are. And you just asked who was going too… nevermind. Kacey, do you remember what happened last time I let you take care of yourself?” Alex asked.
“Uhhhh… no…?”
“That’s because its NEVER HAPPENED. There is a reason for that. It probably never well, at least until you manage to find your way out of diapers,” Alex said.
“And how long will that be?”
“Oh, probably a few ‘months.’ Or a few dozen ‘months.’” Alex said, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
As he spoke, Alex stood Kacey on her feet and placed her in here play pen. He checked her diaper to make sure it was clean, brushed her hair back neatly, and wiped her face. Then he put her pacifier in her mouth and gave her back her teddy bear. “I don’t want any horror stories and I don’t want to have to spank you when I get back. Ok?” Kacey just glared at him from behind her pacifier. He sighed, and walked to the door.
“Hello,” he said, opening the door. “Thank you for coming!”
A tall, well-built woman stood in the door way. Her brown hair was tied in a bun and she wore a dark blue shirt and a long black skirt. She removed a long black overcoat as she entered. “Hello,” she replied “I am Ms. Pennyworth, professional nanny and nursemaid. I heard there was a little one I was supposed to look after?”
“Yes, of course” Alex replied, taking her coat. “Please meet Kacey… uhhh… Kacey?” Alex looked around. Where was Kacey?
“Kacey? A friend of yours?” the nursemaid asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Well yes, she’s my little… Where is she?”
“Hmmpgh,” the nursemaid made a sound like the mixture of amusement and impatience. "Well we can meet with your little friend later. For now I’m sure there is more to discuss.
“Of course! She’s probably still in her playpen… Actually that makes sense now that I think about it.” He lead her down the hall, planning on discussing the details before he left. Along the way, he pointed up the stairwell and into an open door.
“Right, of course. I’m sure we’ll see here in a moment,” the woman replied, and followed Alex.
Along the way, Alex pointed up the stairwell and into an open door. “Up there is the nursery, where she stays. You can find diapers and anything you’ll need in there.” She looked and took note of it. Finally, they both entered the kitchen.
“Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?” Alex asked, opening a cabinet with cups.
“No no dear, let me take care of that. I am the nanny after all,” the woman said, with a friendly but stern tone. She took the nearby kettle and began pouring hot water into two cups. Alex stood by awkwardly, surprised and not sure what to do.
“Hmmm… this place seems a bit of a mess, doesn’t it?” The nanny asked.
“Oh! Yes of course,” Alex replied. He looked around. There are a few toys scattered around. He walked over and picked them up. He picked up some blocks, a bottle and a doll in a diaper and dress. He couldn’t find a place to put them, so, he held onto them.
The woman returned with the cups. “Here, sit at the table and let’s get moving.”
Here voice allowed for no argument, and Alex did she wanted. She handed him one of the cups, and he took a drink.
“Now, I was told I was here to take care of a baby girl, correct?” she asked.
“Yes, that is correct. She should be around here somewhere. Sometimes she hides from strangers.”
“Oh I’m sure she is. I was told she may be upset about this?”
“Yes, about the entire situation really. Just keep going, and she’ll be fine later.”
“I see. And if the baby girl misbehaves or argues, I’ve been told I should discipline here, correct? I’ve been told I have full permission when it comes to discipline” she asked, looking at Alex in the eye.
“Oh yes, spankings, corner time, anything really as long as its deserved. Be nice though.” Alex replied. He raised the cup to his lips again. For some reason, it felt heavier than before.
He always felt it necessary to add the parts about punishments needing to be deserved, and to stay nice. They should be ‘for her own good,’ as he usually told her. In the end, it always made him sad to have Kacey punished. He never wanted to see her actually hurt, even if the punishments were needed. And even if she really enjoyed them and had deliberately misbehaved just to get them. Perhaps the most blatant example was when she said “its for my own good, see? I need discipline,” while simultaneously dumping a glace of ice water into his lap and handing him a paddle. “For my own good,” was spoken while imitating his voice to sound like ‘a big dummy,’ in her words. He responded by filling her diaper with snow and having her crawl around the house until it melted. While spanking her. She didn’t try that one again. She did have fun, though.
“And if a baby girl, say, speaks out of line or says things a baby shouldn’t, what do you think I should do? What if she lies?” she said quickly and sternly.
“Uhhh…. I guess… Mouth soapings and a pacifier?” Alex replied, a bit taken a back by her tone. He began to feel strange.
“She is required to be in diapers like all littles, correct? I presume she used them and I am to change them?”
“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t she?”
“What if she starts acting like she isn’t a baby, and takes of her diapers? Then what?”
“Ummmm…. I guess that be a reason to lock her diapers and not change her for a while, so she remembers why she needs them. Why?” Alex began to feel stranger and stranger. The cup was harder to lift, and the woman’s tone was bordering on angry. He put a hand to his head and looked down, trying to figure out what was going on.
“I see. And if she fights back?”
“Ummm… Spankings and baby mittens? Maybe tying her? Why? Alright, what’s going on? I should get going.” Alex was beginning to feel frightened.
“Alright,” the woman said, placing her cup down and looking straight at Alex. “And what would you say I should do if a baby meets me at the door dressed as and acting like an adult, tries to pass herself off as another baby’s caretaker, tells me what to do, then leave when she realizes she is in trouble? What then?”
“What?! What is going on?” Alex stood up. His legs began to wobble, and he fell back into the chair. He suddenly realized that the cup hadn’t become heavier, he had become weaker.
“I put something in your drink. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you. I just find you bigger ones easy to deal with without your strength.” She grabbed him by the wrist and began to dragged him out of his chair. She pulled him over her lap, undid his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear. She tsked at his boxers, muttering “such silly, naughty things for a baby to wear.”
“What!? Why are you doing this?” he struggled against her grip, but couldn’t fight her in his weakened state.
“Lets see… I have the email right here.” She took out a piece of paper. " 'I will be away for the weekend. The baby will meet you at the door. ’ I opened the door and only saw one baby, at that was you." She raised her hand high in the air.
“But no! I’m not the baby!”
“It says you’d say that,” she pointed at a line in the email, where Alex had written that out exactly. Her hand came down with a loud SMACK!, causing Alex to yelp.
“I’m not dressed as one! I’m in adult clothes!”
“It says you’d do that.” She continued her spanking, hitting harder and harder with each blow.
“You can’t do this!”
“It certainly can, and it say you’d say that.”
Alex began to panic. “Please! I’ll… I’ll be good! Just don’t make me a baby and we will pretend you did, ok? I won’t tell anyone!” He was shouting now, on the verge of tears from the spanking.
“It says you’ll definitely, definitely say that.” Once again, the exact words were there, along with the double “definitely.” Why did he have to be so darn thorough with the email? She continued spanking him as he kicked and struggled uselessly against her arms. When she was done, she stood him on his feet, allowing him to rub his now red and bruised behind. She grabbed one of his hands tightly and placed the doll in the other. “Now, little one, you hand onto your little toy and suck your thumb. We are going to go to the nursery where I will get you properly dressed.” Alex stared at her a moment, and raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Well?” she asked. Alex realized what she meant, and placed his free thumb in his mouth, tucking the doll under the crook of his arm.
Ms. Pennyworth took his wrist and led him waddling down the hallway, his pants and underwear still around his ankles and his red bottom on display. He sucked his thumb and held onto the doll as he did, afraid to disobey here. The entire situation was humiliating, and for the first time he hoped Kacey wasn’t around so she didn’t see it.
They entered the nursery. It was a large room with pink walls decorated with a mural of Disney princesses and an ocean scene. There was an adult sized crib painted with mermaids and made to look like Ariel’s castle, a high chair, and a changing table. Toys were scattered everywhere, with a few piled into a toy box. Along with the babyish stuffed animals and dolls was a wall covered with another kind of ‘toy’ –ropes, paddles, and straps. She sat him on the changing table. He winced as his sore bottom rested against the plastic cushioning. “A cute set up for you, isn’t it?” she asked.
“But its not mine! I’m telling you, Kacey is the baby.” Alex looked around, wondering again where Kacey had gone. “KACEY! KACEY! Where are you?”
“Mhhmmm. Yes, the magical Kacey, the ‘real baby’ who just happens to disappear just as I arrive,” she said in a sarcastic and joking voice. “Oh look, there she is now.”
“What!?” Alex looked around, not seeing her anywhere.
To Alex’s dismay, she reached to his free hand, where he still held the doll he had picked up earlier. She grabbed it and spoke to it in a mock cutesey voice. “Why hello Kacey! Nice to meet you. Is your friend being naughty? Yes he is! Will he get another spanking? Yes he will! At least you remembered to keep your diapies on. Speaking of which…” She reached into the changing table and took out a thick diaper with Sesame Street on it, then unfolded it and placed it beside Alex.
Alex was almost shaking now. How could she not believe him? “But… but… I don’t need diapers! I never wear them!”
“It says you’d say that too. It suggests I make you use them and leave you messy them if you did.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough of this! You can’t do this to me, leave me be or else!”
“It says you’d threaten me, and I should rinse your mouth out with soap for it.”
“I swear! I know martial arts and I will use them!” He stood up and tried to push by her.
She easily began manhandling him back in place. He attempted a Judo throw, but failed miserably. In his weakened state, he couldn’t even budge her. The result was him falling over his own legs while she stared at him in disappointment. She then lifted him by the wrist and ear and put him back on the table. "It says you’d do that, and I should tie you up and spank you for it. Not sit there and behave before you make this worse for yourself.
Alex sat down, defeated and moping. Why had he been so strict with the suggested punishments? He knew why, of course. Kacey normally ended up needing them, or she would drive the babysitters insane. Literally, he was sure at least one was in the madhouse. She usually ended up enjoying them, anyway.
The woman reached for his belt. Alex gasped and tried to stop her, but she pushed his hands away and undid it. She pulled down his pants and underwear, then took off his shirt.
“Now,” she said, holding the diaper and patting the table, “lie down and let me get you into more age appropriate clothing.”
Alex sighed and did as he was told. She poured baby powder over his loins, and at her directions he lifted her legs. He expected her to place the diaper underneath him, but was surprised when she grabbed something from her own bag instead. It took him a moment to realize it was a package of suppositories.
“What!?” he said “What are those for!?”
“Don’t act so surprised. You, my little one, are going to get every punishment mentioned in this email along with the ones you so gleefully offered during our discussion earlier. One of those was a messy diaper, and I am going to ensure you get it. No stop whining!” She said, spanking him hard.
Alex groaned. The woman took out a pill and pushed it neatly inside him. Next, she placed the diaper underneath his hips, brought it up between his legs and tapped in snugly in place. He rested on it, feeling the soft bulk underneath him. “There! Now the widdle baby has his widdle diapoos on!” She smirked, tapping his nose. “Better be careful! Baby’s pampies can leak if he is restless! Wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Alex blushed at her mocking tone, then watched as she walked toward the closet.
“Let’s see,” she said. “What should the baby wear? Ah! Perfect! The email did say you were a baby GIRL, didn’t it?” she took out a pink dress, covered with hearts and glitter. It was the sort of thing Alex used for Kacey knowing it was even embarrass her a bit. For him, it was mortifying.
"What!? No, please, I’m a boy! At least let me be that!’ Alex whined.
“Well you can’t run around in just your messy diapers, making everything smell. Now, come on little one.”
“But I really am!”
“Hmmm… Alex, a name for both males and females. Stays in a pink room with princess decorations. Carries a doll around.” She pointed at the one she had handed him earlier. “Longish blond hair, again, could be male or female.” She said, placing pink bows into his hair to make pigtails, then ruffled them. “I’d say you could be either, and I know which you are today.”
“Not fair” he muttered, but knew he couldn’t argue.
She grabbed his hand again and stood him up. The diaper felt awkward between his legs, and he had to spread them out slightly. He had seen Kacey do it enough, waddling around due to the thick padding. She made him raise his arms up and pulled the dress over his head. It was designed to barely cover a pamper, and on him it left part of the padding exposed. She followed it up with lacy leggings, striped with dark and light shades of pink, and complete with little bows at the top. They reached to his thighs just below his diaper. Next she gave him shoes, a pink bonnet and a pacifier with a heart on it.
“There! Now don’t you look adorable!” she asked, making him face a mirror. He blushed and groaned, humiliated at his appearance. He really did look just like the baby girl she wanted him to be. He also looked completely ridiculous. She had picked not only the most effeminate of Kacey’s clothes, but the ones that would look most like they were made to fit him. He wondered how she had managed to do it, most would be far too small, and she seemed to have been lucky.
“Now, were aren’t done yet, are we little Alex?” she asked.
“Wha doo oo mean?” he asked, muffled by his pacifier.
“Well, it seems you gave me quite a list of punishments, didn’t you?”
“Uhhh….” Alex’s eyes wide.
“You didn’t think you were going to get away without them I hope. I certainly wouldn’t allow it. Let’s see if you can remember them all. Go ahead, tell me them and I might go easy.”
“Uhhh… pankin?”
“Yes, good baby!” She patted his head. “But I already gave you your spanking for now.” She smacked his diapered bottom hard to demonstrate. “What else?”
“Uhhhh…” Alex blushed, not wanting to answer.
“Come on, what was the punishment for saying you were a big boy?”
He mumbled quietly. “I haf ta suck on soap”
“Come again? A bit louder sweetie.”
He spoke louder. “Mouf soapin, mistwess!”
“Good baby. Now what was the punishment for not wearing your diapers? What if you had an accident little one!? Very naughty. And no big boy talking, you are going to sound like a baby with your paci anyway, might as well talk like one.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “I gots to stay in tinky pampies…”
“Good baby. The suppository will take care of that soon.” As she mentioned it, he realized she was right. In the excitement and embarrassment he hadn’t noticed his stomach beginning to cramp up.
“Now, little one, what was the punishment for fighting back and struggling like a silly little baby girl?”
“Baby middens, ties, and cowner time,” Alex whined.
“Exactly right. And look what I have here!” she held up a pair of fingerless mittens. She took them and put one on each of his hands, leaving them almost immobile and useless. He stared at them sadly. Next, she turned him around and tied his hands behind his back.
“Now, you are going to stay in the corner until supper time. If you can behave until then, I’ll untie you, but the mittens stay on. Is that understood?”
He nodded in reply, and she led him into the corner. She left, and returned a moment later.
“Before I forget…” She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth, and put something in its place. It took him a moment to realize it was a bar of soap. The awful taste filled his mouth instantly, and the bubbles felt slimy. He began to gag.
“Now, keep that in until I return, or you’ll get another spanking. Have fun!” she said, leaving him with another sharp smack to his pampered behind. Alex winced, and waited patiently for the punishment to end.
