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Fred becomes subjected to the whims of the girls around him. 100 chapters contest
Created: August 31st, 2012 at 1:11 am
Modified: December 7th, 2021 at 8:06 am
You yank yourself away from her grasp, jumping down on the floor. To your embarassment, your little legs are too weak to support you very well, and you immediately fall to the floor, right on your diapered bum. Blushing, you get right back up, with all the dignity you have left.
"No, Beth! I refuse to go along with this, and you can't make me!" You say, defiantly, "Now I demand you take me back home!"
"Oh,ok," She says, clearly disappointed, "I'm sorry you feel that way."
You feel a tinge of pride-you've actually won the argument. But then, all of a sudden, she firmly grabs your little arm, pulling you over to her bed, where you are hauled over her lap.
"I guess Mamma will just have to teach Baby some discipline."
With that, she begins spanking your diapered butt, HARD.
At this size, her hand nearly as big as your entire butt, so even through the padding of your diaper, it hurts ALOT!
"This hurts Mommy more than it does you, Honey," She scolds, as she continues the barrage on your bottom. This matronly, condescending statement only worsens your already extreme, embarrassment. She only spanks you about 15 times, but you are already bawling like a baby long before she finishes.
Once she is done, she lifts you up, pulling you against her body, where you bury your teary face into her chest.
"Awwe, there there," She cooes, rubbing you affectionately on your back, your bottom, and the back of your head, as you continue to bawl into her shirt.
"Mommy hates to have to punish her widdle boy, but Baby has to learn to obey me. You ARE home now, Sweety. Don't worry though, Mamma's gonna take good care of her widdle Baby.
She holds you for several minutes, until your crying finally dies down some. Then, she pulls you away from her, and looks you firmly in the eyes.
"Now, is widdle Fweddy Weddy ready to be a good boy, for Mamma?"
Still crying, you blush deep red at her condescending version of your name, but reluctantly nod your head.
"Good boy!" She cooes, pulling you back into another short embrace. "Here," she says, "Producing blue baby's pacifier, "Your... real Mamma gave me this. It should make baby feel a little better." You blush deep red, letting out a sigh of defeat as she pressing the humiliating object between your lips. Your embarrassment is deepened even more by the fact that suckling the paci actually DOES bring you a small measure of comfort. "Now then, the first thing we need to do, is get baby dressed.Now, you just sit right here on the bed while Mamma goes and finds something for you to wear."
As you watch her walk over to her closet, you want more than ever to jump off the bed and run away, but the fire in your fanny advises you against it. After a moment, she comes back holding a pink, silky, babydoll nighty. On her, it's a short, sexy, article of lingerie, that barely comes down past her butt; on you, it would make for a long, girly dress, probably longer than your knees.
"Sowwy, Baby," She frowns, "But this is the closest thing I have to baby clothing right now. We'll have to go buy Baby some more clothing, soon. Now here. arms up."
You sigh, and blush behind your pacifier, as you reluctantly lift your arms to be dressed in your girlfriend's nightie. She then stands back to get a better look at you.
"Awwe," She cooes, "Hims wooks so cute in his widdle nightie!" This makes you blush even deeper, red.
"Now then," She says, picking you up beneath your armpits...
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“Another F- for Joseph Huxley. Why am I not surprised?” Mrs. Edison mutters under her breath as she finishes grading another math test. She moved it over to the pile with the other completed tests and sighs. The sun was now dipping below the horizon, bathing Dawnvalley Elementary School in shadow. Besides than Mrs. Edison, the only the janitorial team were scattered about this otherwise deserted school. All the other staff members had gone home to enjoy their Friday night hours ago. And soon Mrs. Edison would be joining them once these last few test had been graded. “Petunia Reese A+, but for goodness sake you need to stop fantasizing over a boy band.” The forty-nine year old teacher comments rolling her eyes with a smile. Remembering a time where she too was obsessed about the Beatles and other such famous bands from yesteryear. Creak! Mrs. Edison looks up from her musing just in time to see her classroom door slowly open. Slam! 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Jessica had managed to calm down Theodore long enough to get him out of his soiled nappy. Of course Theodore was still not use to being in a diaper so it took some work to get the nine-year-old boy to stop wiggling in place. Grandma McKnight instructs Jessica on how to properly change a diaper, since it was only her second time doing this. It took a few tries but Jessica was finally able to finally tape the bulky white undergarment around the little boy’s waist. Feeling much better now Theodore smiles, his nightmare all but forgotten. He was fitted into a green and white stripped shirt with a leaf green pair of shortalls decorated with various dinosaurs. “Okay time for breakfast.” Jessica says in a sing-song voice. 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