This week, Hannah has been particularly whiny and argumentative, talking back to me one too many times. This morning, after making yet another snide remark, I decided that she needed some discipline to correct this behavior before it spiraled into a larger issue. I believe she might be getting to accustomed to her situation, being diapered 24/7 for two weeks, so I needed to find a way to remind her of her place. Instead of her usual shirt or onesie with a sweater that she's only allowed to wear when she has a video call, I dressed her in just her knee socks and one of her most childish diapers.
As I secured her diaper tabs, I gazed down at her. "If you want to act like a little girl who can't respect her Daddy, you can look the part too. Plenty of babies don't wear anything over their diaper when they're home." She instantly began whining, but I interrupted her, "get on your hands and knees ,sweetie, so I can ensure that your diaper fits properly." She rolled over and assumed the position, shifting uneasily to find a comfortable stance on the soft mattress. Her humiliation was palpable as her petite breasts dangled beneath her. She certainly looked more exposed, I'm sure she was missing the security of the shirts she had complained about only yesterday.
I couldn't help but appreciate the view. The diaper's adorable designs were stretched tight across her round bottom, and the bulge was impossible to ignore. I traced my fingers along the edge of her leg holes before giving her butt a playful tap. "Now, remain like that until I tell you otherwise," I instructed firmly. Hannah whimpered softly but obeyed, fully aware that any protest would only prolong her punishment. I snapped a photo to document the moment, knowing it would serve as a useful reminder for both of us.
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