(First part)“What? No!” Clark whispered harshly, not believing his ears.
“You can’t… I don’t have to… I won’t do it. You’ve lost your mind!” The shame started to turn a bit angry, and he lifted up his chin like he was getting ready for a fight.
“You’ve got to be kidding me”. Brenda looked at him bewildered. “You don’t get to have a choice about this. It’s either that or I’ll tell your dad.”
“Oh, come on. I’m not going to wear a diaper. It’s…”
“You don’t tell me to ‘come on’.” Brenda’s voice snapped out, low and harsh. Clark flinched at the sound, his head dropping down and shoulders curling in.
“You don’t talk to me like you’re the adult and not the one standing with an armful of pissy sheets that you wet.” “Is that clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Clark muttered it under his breath, his eyes glued to the floor.
“Now that you’ve gotten those sheets into the washing machine and gotten dressed, we’re going to have to go shopping for diapers.”
He wanted to argue some more, but he was humiliated at feeling her eyes tear up. He felt more than a little like a baby right then, so he shuffled down to the laundry room, feeling nothing but dread about what he was going to have to do.
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Clark snickered as he wiggled his bottom and spread his legs as Brenda tried to change his diaper. She gave him a sidelong glance and a pretty firm smack to his bottom. He’d fully admit to being a bit of a brat today, but it wasn’t that often that his dad left on his work trips. He had always been well-behaved the few times they could play like this, and Clark decided to see what he might have to do to get a spanking. He had a good idea that it wouldn’t be much longer before he was going to have a bright red bottom, and just the idea made him feel tingling all over. Brenda noticed the smile on his face.
“I’m glad to see you so happy. Silly, you were awfully fussy about all this at first.” She tickled his tummy, blowing a raspberry on the soft bits. He laughed hard enough that Brenda was afraid that a clean diaper wasn’t going to stay clean much longer. She scrunched up her face to show her worry.
“Mummy is very tired. Now you be a good boy and don’t mess this one up so soon, okay?” Clark giggled and nodded as she got up from the floor and walked out of the room. He waited till he couldn’t hear her anymore and pushed out the stinky mess he had been holding. He rocked side to side, feeling it spread out as he did, filling up the diaper till he could feel it lumpy and pressing out against his hand.
“Oops, I’ve made a poopy diaper again.” He chuckled to himself as he thought about Brenda’s reaction and wished that he could always be in diapers!
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