Stuff and Things

“Um… well… I’m not… I guess I…”

She cut him off. He was firmly wrapped around her finger now - no need to make him keep wriggling.

“The correct answer is no you are not too big for a spanking. I believe no one is.”

Charlotte watched the expression on Kevin’s face vacillate between excitement and trepidation. She decided to lighten the mood.

“Well then,” she redirected, “you’re sitting here telling me you believe you deserve a spanking?”

Kevin gulped. He blinked, and answered, “Yes ma’am.”

“I know your mother didn’t spank you growing up. Have you ever had a proper spanking?”

“No ma’am.”

“Well it is certainly high time then. But I want you to understand what you’re getting yourself into, Kevin.

“A spanking from me is serious business. You will be put over my knee and thoroughly punished, with a very red and very sore backside. I only ever give spankings on the bare bottom, and I always spank with my hairbrush. You will likely have a hard time sitting down the rest of the evening, and possibly even all day tomorrow.”

She let her lecture sink in. Charlotte could tell that Kevin wouldn’t back down, that he was craving maternal nurturing and discipline. And possibly craving something else…

“So, knowing that, do you still want a spanking?”

Charlotte was right. There was no way Kevin was backing down now. “Yes ma’am,” he said, rather timidly.

“Alright then. Stand up young man.” Kevin slowly rose from his chair, and Charlotte stood to meet him. Taking him by the wrist, she led him around the table. Silently, she escorted him to the foot of the stairs.

Leading the way, Charlotte opened the door to one of the vacated bedrooms, she pointed to a corner of the room.

“I want you to stand in the corner and think hard about what is about to happen, and about why you are being punished.”

Kevin complied, shuffled across the room and stuck his nose in the corner.

Charlotte came up behind him and quickly unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Hooking her hands in the rear waistband, she said “Let’s have these down,” and quickly tugged Kevin’s pants and boxers down exposing his bare butt. “I’ll be back. Don’t you move.” Charlotte punctuated her command with a sharp slap on his naked bottom, and quickly left the room closing the door behind her.

In the hallway, she gushed. How fortunate that little Kevin had been so eager for a good spanking. She was a bit titillated and more than happy to oblige him. Having just gotten a good look at his cute, tender backside, she knew she would enjoy herself while punishing him.

Charlotte walked down the hall to retrieve her hairbrush. Picking it up off her vanity, she caught sight of herself holding it in the mirror. A wry smile spread across her face. It had been so long since she’d had occasion to use the brush to deliver a spanking. Though out of practice, she had no lack of confidence in her abilities. Kevin was surely in for a blistered bottom!

For his part, Kevin stood facing the wall, his mind a blur. His feelings of excitement and disbelief that his spanking fantasy was about to become reality were coupled with fear after Charlotte’s detailed description of how the harsh spanking would be. Still, his cock stood at full attention and he knew he’d have to go through with it. If not, he’d just go back to always wondering, what if…?

Charlotte returned to the bedroom and sat down on the neatly made twin bed. She laid the hairbrush in her lap, flat side up, and beckoned Kevin from his place in the corner.

“Come sit next to me on the bed dear,” she instructed.

Kevin shuffled over, his pants slightly impeding him, his bare bottom still on display. He sat next to Charlotte, and relished the soft fabric of the blankets connecting with his naked cheeks.

“Now Kevin, I’m going to give you one last chance to change your mind. Once you are across my lap, no matter how much you beg, cry or scream, I won’t stop until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

Kevin’s eyes were transfixed on the brush in Charlotte’s lap. Taking his chin with one finger, she lifted his head to meet her gaze. He felt about two feet tall.

“If you truly want this, and truly believe you deserve it,” she said, “I want you to ask me.”

Kevin took a deep breath. “Mrs. C.” he said, using the name he had called her throughout his childhood, “will you please put me over your lap and spank my bare bottom? I have been naughty and deserve to be punished.”

Charlotte smiled at him. “Yes, young man, you have been naughty and you do deserve a spanking. I will gladly put you over my lap and teach you the lesson you need to learn. Stand up.”

Kevin rose to his feet, feeling much more like “Kevin” than he had in quite some time. Charlotte set the hairbrush aside and tugged his pants down further below knees. Wrapping her left arm around his waist, she started in smacking his bottom with her right hand.

Kevin’s cheeks quickly turned pink and he began to wriggle. There was a sting, no doubt, but the hand spanks were driving delightful vibrations through his most sensitive areas. As he fell limp across her lap, she slowly reached and picked up the brush. Tapping it against his bottom, Kevin flinched and gasped.

“Now, we can get down to business,” she chided. “Brace yourself little boy, it is time for your punishment spanking.”

Kevin felt the brush leave his bottom, and held his breath…

Charlotte tapped the brush against Kevin’s reddening backside. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK! The young man flinched across her lap. She knew he likely was suddenly less interested in continuing the spanking. “All the more reason to make this a memorable experience,” she thought.

Charlotte reared back, and brush exploded across Kevin’s naked rear. He gasped in shock and instinctively reached back to rub out the sting. Charlotte quickly grabbed his wrist and pinned him in place. She began the onslaught.

She spanked him hard and steady for several minutes, without speaking a word. Kevin wriggled and writhed over her knee, moaning and whimpering, but not yet crying or asking for it to stop. Charlotte knew she had a long way to go.

She paused for a moment to admire the crimson color that had spread across his cheeks, at the same time tightening her grip on Kevin’s wrist so he knew she was not through with him yet.

She alternated cheeks, expertly smacking each side with the brush and spreading the sting to all parts of his bottom. She began to scold.

“I should have turned you over my knee a long time ago. You are clearly still just a naughty little boy who needs a mommy to look after him. I have a feeling this will not be the last time I have to give your bare bottom a good dose of my hairbrush.”

Kevin couldn’t believe how much the spanking hurt. His ass was on fire, and the heat only continued to grow. As Charlotte scolded him, his mind was able to drift for a moment away from the sting and to her words and disposition. He noted how he felt so small, truly like a little boy being punished. He felt searing embarrassment, but also a strange sense of reassurance, that Charlotte was spanking him because she cared for him.

Charlotte kept scolding as she continued beating his bottom. “This is what happens to naughty boys who misbehave,” she chided. “They have their pants taken down and they go over the knee for a good, hard, old fashioned, bare bottomed spanking.” Each word was punctuated by a hard slap of the hairbrush. “This is just what you can expect from now on - a soundly smacked backside each and every time I decide you need one.”

Finally, the pain became too much for Kevin to bear. He kicked his legs and began begging for mercy. “Please!” he shouted, “I’m sorry! Please stop!”

Charlotte, though, showed no mercy. She threw her right leg over Kevin’s legs to stop his kicking and lock him in place. She turned up the intensity, seeking to make the boy submit and cry.

“I will stop when I’m good and ready. Since you’ve never had a spanking, we have some lost time to make up for. This will be a lesson you will not forget anytime soon, little boy, I promise you that.”

Kevin’s butt has turned deep red and was showing some signs of purple in a few spots. He wiggled on her lap futilely, moaning and ouching loudly. She knew she was getting close. She spanked him as hard as she could, finally hearing some sniffling and feeling his body go limp across her lap.

Charlotte paused for a moment, resting the brush on his throbbing bottom. Kevin sobbed softly, praying the blistering was over.

Rubbing the brush in small circles around his sit spots, she indicated she was not done with him yet. She told him so.

“We’re not quite finished here, young man. I am going to paddle you 20 more times. These will be hard and will hurt quite a bit. It’s ok for you to cry. After I’m done, you’ll go back in the corner for ten minutes. Do you understand?”

Kevin was silent, other than his muffled sobbing and sniffling. Charlotte reared back and smacked him hard.

“OOOWWWW!! Yes ma’am!!” Kevin yelled.

“Good boy,” she said.

Without waiting another moment, she reared again and delivered the 20 blistering spanks. Kevin bawled like a baby. Then, finally, it was over.

Charlotte let go of his wrist and gently rubbed his bottom. Kevin lay limply across her lap, sniffing and sobbing.

“It’s ok sweetie, it’s all over now. You took your spanking like a very good boy. You can get up whenever you’re ready.” She continued caressing his backside, taking stock of how warm it had become.

Kevin didn’t move for several minutes. His head was spinning, still trying to catch his breath. As he regained a sense of himself, he became aware of the gentle petting on his red hot ass. He had been punished thoroughly, given a good beating, but by someone who cared enough to give him what he so badly needed. She now reassured him with a gentle touch, telling him he was a good boy.

It felt so good.

Eventually, Kevin rose to his feet. Charlotte did not remove her hand from his bare bottom, and kept up her caress. She beamed up at him from her seat on the bed and smiled warmly.

“You are a good boy, Kevin. And even good boys need spankings sometimes.”

Kevin wiped his nose. “Yes ma’am.”

“Ok buster, in the corner for ten more minutes. Then it’s straight to bed.”

Kevin stared for a moment.

“Oh right. You can sleep right here tonight,” she patted the bed. “Oh sweetie- don’t worry,” pinching his sore bottom, “this part is our little secret.”

He breathed a momentary sigh of relief, before she slapped his butt sharply. He jumped straight in the air. “Now go stand in the corner little boy!” she commanded.

Pants at his ankles, Kevin waddled across the room to endure the last part of his punishment. “And no rubbing!” she called after him, “hands at you sides.”

He did as he was told and faced the wall without reaching back to ease the intense pain in his rear end. He could hear Charlotte shuffling around the room. She left briefly, and Kevin had a chance to process what had happened. For so long, he had fantasized about this moment and now here it was. He relished every bit of it, even the throbbing soreness across his still-bare backside.

The stillness of the moment was broken when Charlotte came back in the room, and saw him standing there. She had gone to find some pajamas, and now from the doorframe of the bedroom, she witnessed Kevin, now 27 and fully grown - bare bottomed and well spanked, propped in the corner on display. The perfect picture of a naughty little boy.

She laid the pajamas out on the bed. “Ok young man, come on over here. Time to get you ready for bed.”

Kevin turned to see her sitting in the bed, with a set of flannel pajamas neat on the bed next to her. He waddled over, pants and boxers still about his feet.

Charlotte reached down. “Let’s get you out of these,” she said. Kevin attempted to grab his underwear, but Charlotte slapped his hand gently, and pulled his feet through both leaving him naked from the waist down. She rolled up the legs of the pajama pants and held them out for him to step in.

Feeling like he was about four years old, Kevin put his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders and allowed her to pull the pants all the way up and tie the draw string. The soft fabric felt nice on his swollen butt.

“Arms up,” she instructed. Knowing better than to even think about not complying, Kevin lifted his arms. In a matter of seconds, Charlotte had removed his t-shirt and replaced it with the matching flannel pajama top.

“Ok, Kevin, now you are still being punished so it’s straight to bed,” Charlotte said. “I’ve left to toothbrush on the sink. I want you to brush your teeth, use the toilet and get right back in here.”

As if in a trance, Kevin methodically brushed his teeth, peed, and returned to the room. Charlotte stood over the bed with the covers turned down. He smiled at her sheepishly and lay on the mattress on his side.

Kneeling to tuck him in, she said, “I’ll check on you in 20 minutes. I expect you to be asleep.” Reaching over and patting his bottom, she emphasized, “It is lights out time, so don’t even think about getting out of this bed. I think you know now what will happen if you disobey me.”

Cringing as the somewhat gentle slaps sent waves of sting through his ass - but also sent vibrations through him - Kevin meekly replied as he had all night, “Yes ma’am.”

“Goodnight sweetie,” standing, Charlotte kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. C,” Kevin said softly.

Charlotte smiled broadly. “Anytime sweetie,” she returned. Leaning down and spanking him several times, she chuckled and added, “in fact I expect I’ll get another opportunity sooner than later.”

Left alone, he tried diligently to comply and go right to sleep. He was emotionally and physically exhausted. But replaying the night’s events in his head, he found it hard to sleep.

——

Kevin groaned and stretched as he awoke from his deep, deep slumber … then quickly shot out of bed grabbing at his backside. The sting from the night before had only partially subsided. As he gently rubbed out the soreness, he began to realize where he was, and the events from last night suddenly flooded his mind.

Pressing on his bottom and feeling the pain return briefly, he thought, “Wow, it wasn’t a dream!” Recalling his time spent over Charlotte’s knee. He had finally gotten a spanking and what a spanking it was.

He noticed that her hairbrush had been left conspicuously on the night stand. “So, I’m curious,” she pried, “did your first-ever spanking live up to your expectations?”

Again Kevin blushed, but with the conversation returning to one of his favorite topics. “Honestly, Mrs. C., I didn’t know what to expect. I knew it would hurt, but you really let me have it…”

Charlotte chuckled. “Well I’ve always believed that spankings are just as effective as punishments as they are deterrents. So I thought your first time should be memorable so we can head off any future misbehavior.”

“Oh it was certainly memorable,” Kevin said. “I’m not anxious for a repeat performance anytime soon.”

“Yes, well, about that…” Charlotte said. “I do think now that this door has been opened, you could benefit from a bit more regular discipline.”

Kevin gulped. He did like the sound of that, but his stinging butt was telling him otherwise. “What do you mean by ‘regular?’” he asked.

“As needed,” she replied shortly. Charlotte was enjoying the boy’s nervousness and embarrassment at the idea of an ongoing spanking relationship, so she let him wriggle a bit more.

“Well…” he said timidly, “I… I guess that’s an ok idea.”

“Better than ok,” she snapped. She reassured him, “I’m sure I won’t have to punish you often, you are a good boy. But as I told you last night, even good boys need reminders once in a while.”

All he could say was, “yes ma’am.”

Knowing Kevin would be compliant, she elaborated on what she thought he would need. “I think if you come have a sleepover once every few months, that should be sufficient. But I will check up on you periodically, and come into the city to smack your bottom anytime I decide you need it.”

Kevin couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t exactly eager for another bruised bottom, but the thought of Charlotte keeping tabs on him and holding him accountable made him feel warm inside. This could be the start of something wonderful.

After he got dressed and was walking out to his truck to leave. She walked behind him and said in a firm tone, “You behave yourself now,” landing a flurry of spanks to his behind.

——

Kevin answered his phone, it was her.

“Hi! Pretty good week, thanks. Yes, being good… for the most part…”

“For the most part?? Do I need to come pay you a visit with my hairbrush, young man?”

Kevin took a deep breath. “Well actually… I was thinking I might want to come for another sleepover sometime soon?”

There was a pause in the back and forth. Had he overstepped, inviting himself over? He quickly wrote, “If that’s ok of course.”

“Oh of course! I’d love to have you. And I think you’re right, a little maintenance is likely in order. Are you free this weekend?”

“Yes, I am, thanks.”

“Very good. Come for dinner this time. 6 pm on Saturday.”

Charlotte was so pleased Kevin wanted to come back so soon. But she decided to keep him on his toes. “Don’t be late!” she sent.

“Yes ma’am!!” Kevin responded.

——

The weekend seemed like it would never come. Kevin was rife with anticipation, eager to once again be thoroughly spanked and put to bed like a little boy. He was nervous about how much it might hurt, but his excitement was far stronger. He couldn’t wait to be put back over Charlotte’s knee.

“Hello there Kevin!” Charlotte boomed as she opened the door. “Aw what a sweetheart, are those for me?” She reached for the flowers.

Kevin smiled broadly and responded with what was becoming his default phrase around Mrs. C. “Yes ma’am!”

“Well thank you, honey. Come on in here and give me a hug.” She took the flowers from him and pulled him into the house with a warm embrace. Pulling back, she kissed his cheek, and sent him into the front hall with a firm smack on his rear.

“Now you don’t think sweetening me up with flowers will get you out of the spanking you have coming, do you?” Charlotte said wagging a finger at him as they walked into the kitchen.

“No, Mrs. C.” Kevin replied. “Just thought it would make you smile. I know I still need to be spanked.”

“That’s right, you certainly do. Should we attend to that straight away, so we can enjoy the rest of the evening without it hanging over us?”

Kevin gulped. His palms began to sweat. He did want to get on with it, but he suddenly remembered how much it had stung the last time.

Charlotte could see the ambivalence on the young man’s face. She decided to take charge. Placing the flowers on the counter, she picked up an apron and walked toward him. Without saying a word, she took Kevin by the hand and led him to the kitchen table.

Charlotte pulled a chair from the table and sat down. “Let’s bare that bottom, little boy.”

Kevin stood still as a statue as she began unfastening his pants. She let them fall to his ankles, then gently guided him across her lap and held him firmly there with her left arm around his waist.

Patting his bare bottom with her right hand, Charlotte told him, “Since this is just a reminder, it will only be a hand spanking. But I know you remember what the hairbrush feels like, and I will not hesitate to bring it back out if you need it.”

Kevin breathed a momentary sight of relief, then she began slapping his butt in earnest. It certainly didn’t hurt as much as the hairbrush, but Kevin was surprised at how much she could make his bottom sting with just her bare hand.

Despite the spreading sting, the intimacy of Charlotte’s bare hand against Kevin’s bare bottom. She continued spanking him at a steady clip, his butt moving from pink to red.

Charlotte kept up the spanking though. She turned up the intensity and watch the young man start to squirm on her lap as his bottom got redder and redder.

Eventually satisfied with the shade of crimson she had achieved, she stopped and began softly rubbing Kevin’s backside. She felt his body relax as she did.

“Good boy,” she cooed. “All done. You can get up now.” She helped him to his feet, still cupping his red, naked butt cheeks.

Kevin was on cloud nine. That spanking was far more in line with his fantasies than the hairbrush beating he had received last time. He wore a wide smile as he stood. Charlotte returned the grin.

“Ok, off the corner now,” she said, patting his rear and pointing across the room. “Your pants can stay down, I want to admire that little red hiney,” she added, slapping him sharply for emphasis.

Kevin waddled across the room and complied. She once again stopped to marvel at the big boy propped in the corner of her kitchen with a red bottom on display. A delicious sight, indeed.

She went about setting the table and finishing the dinner preparations while Kevin remained in his timeout corner. With everything in place, she called him to the table.

“Ok young man, you can pull up your pants and come sit down for dinner.”

Kevin did as he was told and sat on his tingling bottom. He smiled up at Charlotte. “Thank you,” he said meekly.

“Oh sweetie, you’re welcome. You are so polite, and I appreciate you thanking me. But it’s not necessary. I am very happy to spank your little fanny any time you need it spanked, or even if you just plain want it spanked.”

Kevin just blushed and beamed back at her wearing a big dopey grin. He felt so cared for, so loved.

“But why don’t we get you ready for bed first, just in case you fall asleep on the couch,” she said, much less a question than a directive. “I trust your brought your own PJs and toothbrush this time?” Kevin nodded, and went to fetch his duffel bag from his car.

Coming back inside, he didn’t see Charlotte about, so went upstairs and found the lights on in the room with the twin bed where he’d stayed last time. He entered the room and noticed a few things neatly stacked on the nightstand.

First he saw the same tub of baby wipes, next to it was a large bottle of baby powder. And on top of the wipes… a puffy white diaper with pastel prints of block letters, pacifiers, diaper pins and baby bottles. Atop the diaper sat Charlotte’s infamous hairbrush.

Kevin stood frozen in the doorway. He began to put two and two together - this is what she had meant by “precautions.” She expected him to wear a diaper!!

And the placement of the hairbrush left no doubt. He was to be spanked again before his diapers went on.

Suddenly he felt Charlotte behind him. She put one hand on each of his hips and led him into the room. She took the bag from his shoulder and set it on the ground. Taking him by the hand, she walked over to the bed and sat down. He stood over her, feeling about two feet tall.

“Ok Kevin, now as I told you, we need to deal with the little ‘accidents’ you’ve been having. She reached for the diaper and set it in her lap. “So I’m going to have to insist that you wear these when you sleep over from now on.”

Kevin couldn’t speak. Diapers??? He had been relishing the maternal attention he was receiving, so… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But he had a hard time wrapping his head around it. Where did she even get a diaper that big? With cutesy baby prints and pastel colors??

Charlotte knew this was hard for the boy to process. She gave him a moment to let it set in. Then she tried to reassure him. She took him by both hands.

He was apprehensive, but he trusted her. She had been so kind to him, he decided he’d go along with whatever she said. “Ok,” he answered.

“That’s my good boy,” Charlotte cooed. Setting the diaper down on the bed. She picked up the hairbrush. “But before we get you into your bedtime diaper, I think you need a little lesson about sneaking around and trying to hide your accidents.”

She wagged the brush at him and scolded, “When you have an accident, I expect you to come and tell me right away. Your pajama pants were nearly ruined by your last mess. And heaven forbid if it had leaked onto the sheets or the mattress.”

Kevin suddenly had forgotten all about the diaper, his eyes transfixed on the hairbrush wagging in his face. He dreaded what was about to happen, and contemplated trying to talk his way out it. But deep down, he knew he had been disrespectful and should be punished. He hung his head and resigned himself to his fate.

“Now you are going to be spanked young man. Not because you had an accident, but because you tried to hide it.” Charlotte unfastened his pants and leaned back on the bed slightly. “Get over my knee,” she instructed.

Kevin did as he was told. With his torso supported by the bed, he suddenly came face to face with the diaper that would soon be wrapped around his well-spanked bottom. Charlotte wasted no time tugging down his pants and underwear and administering the brush.

His bottom was still a bit red from earlier, but quickly became far redder as she paddled him soundly. There was no warm up - Charlotte spanked him hard from the first smack.

Kevin writhed and wriggled over her knee. He began to whimper, knowing that any cries for mercy would fall on deaf ears. He went limp over Charlotte’s lap and began to cry softly as he took his medicine.

Charlotte knew the lesson would sink in from the spanking alone, but wanted to drive the point home. She scolded him as she slapped.

“I know little boys like you have a hard time controlling themselves, but if you make a mess you need to come and tell me right away so I can clean you up. Now that you’ll be back in diapers, you are not take them off without my permission, is that understood? When you have a wet or messy diaper, you come and ask me to change you, got it mister?”

Through his sobs, Kevin simply said, “y.. yesss m.. ma’am.”

That seemed to satisfy Charlotte, and she stopped spanking. “Ok sweetie, shh sshhussh. You’re ok, it’s all done. Come sit on my lap.”

Kevin instantly pulled himself up to a sitting position on her lap, wrapping his arms around her, burying is face in her shoulder and crying softly. Charlotte ran her fingers through his hair with one hand and rubbed his red bottom with her other.

The spanking had not been nearly as intense as his first spanking, but something about being punished for an actual transgression - and a childish one at that - made him feel truly like a little boy who needed his bottom smacked. He eventually stopped crying, but held onto the embrace as long as he could.

Charlotte continued to pet him, shush him, and rock him gently in her lap. It has been so long since she’d cared for someone in this way. She relished every minute of it.

Eventually, she said softly into his ear, “Are you ready to put your diapers on, honey?”

Without lifting his head or pulling away from the hug, Kevin nodded his head. He surprised himself a bit with his quick response - he of course was just being compliant, not wanting another trip over the knee, but perhaps he actually was ready to put on a diaper. How bad could it be?

“That’s my good boy,” she said reassuringly, patting his bottom. “You’ll see it’s no big deal. I think you might even find them rather comfy. Come lie down on the bed.” Charlotte guided him onto the mattress flat on his back. She decided to move quickly to remove any doubt about what was to happen.

Charlotte put her fingers in Kevin’s waistband and removed his pants and underwear together. Tossing them aside, she grabbed up the diaper and unfolded it.

Then, rather than asking Kevin to lift his butt himself, she scooped up his ankles and put his feet in the air, exposing his spanked bottom. In doing so, she knew the boy would feel like a helpless child.

She was right. Kevin couldn’t have possibly felt more like a baby as she slid the thick diaper under him. He was tremendously embarrassed, but he felt a strange sense of calm and comfort as Charlotte lowered his sore bottom onto the soft padding. The accompanying crinkling sound almost made him giggle.

Charlotte tugged the diaper up between his legs and up to his tummy, checking to make sure it was aligned properly. Picking up the baby powder, lifting his legs again, she applied powder liberally to his backside. The scent wafted around the room.

As his bottom connected with the diaper again, she quickly cleaned powdered him and secured the diaper around his waist.

“There,” she said. “Not so bad, is it?”

Kevin responded only with a wide smile. Patting his front side, Charlotte instructed, “Stand up, let’s have a look at you.” She grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.

Kevin suddenly felt vulnerable and embarrassed again, as she tugged on the waistband and ran her hands along the leg cuffs, making sure everything was snug and neat.

Sensing his discomfort, Charlotte became playful hoping to put him at ease. She took his hips and spun him halfway around. “Let me see that cute bottom.” Pulling up the back waistband with one hand, and patting and pinching all over Kevin’s padded rear end with the other, she teased, “Aw look how cut this tush is! And see, it won’t even hurt if I spank you!”

She slapped his butt loudly. Kevin jumped, but noticed that he barely felt the smack, even having so recent been paddled. A half smile curled on his lips. “Wow you’re right. They’re so thick!”

Baby powder had wafted out of the back of Kevin’s diaper. The sweet scent filled the air, and had a naturally calming effect on him.

Perhaps he could get used to this after all.

Charlotte put both hands firmly on his padded behind and spun Kevin back around to face her. Taking his chin in one hand, the other still grabbing his butt, she asked him, “How do you feel, Kevin?”

“Good Mrs. C.,” he said with a warm smile. “Thank you,” he added.

“It’s my pleasure, sweetie. Now should we go see about that movie?”

Kevin nodded. She started to lead him out of the room, but he pulled back to reach for his duffel bag. “I’ll just get my pajamas,” he said.

“Oh no, sweetie, you’re fine in just your t-shirt and diaper. We can cuddle on the couch under a blanket, you’ll be warm enough. And besides, it will be easier to check and see if you need to be changed,” Charlotte pinched the front of his diaper playfully.

Kevin simply giggled and let her lead him out of the room.

Downstairs, 20 minutes into The Lion King, Kevin fell asleep with his head in Charlotte’s lap, curled up under a blanket with a big thick baby diaper between his legs.

——

Charlotte gently woke Kevin and helped him to his feet and lead him to bed. He curled up on his side with his diapered bottom facing her. She took a moment to admire the view, and gently rubbed the plastic backing spread across his butt. Charlotte then pulled the covers up and tucked him in, patting his bottom several times for good measure.

She thought about how willingly, even eagerly, Kevin had submitted for each of his spankings.

“He has such a cute, plump tush,” she thought to herself, picturing him standing in the corner with his red bottom on display. She thought about how easy it had been to convince Kevin to let her diaper him. Charlotte looked across the room and saw the large stacks of adult sized baby diapers neatly piled on her dresser. Having ordered two full cases, she thought to herself, “I thought surely it would take more time and cajoling, that little boy is wrapped around my finger.”

“We’ll make good use of those big baby diapers,” Charlotte thoughts, she closed her eyes and pictured Kevin’s lean physique laid out across a changing table. Her mind wandered and returned to the sight of his plump upturned ass, turning bright red under the force of her hairbrush.

She imagined scolding him, “You have been a naughty little boy, haven’t you? And naughty little boys have to have their pants pulled down for hard spankings over their mommy’s knees, don’t they?”

An image flashed in her mind of Kevin standing in the corner of her kitchen with his pants at his ankles, bright red, well-punished butt on display for the world to see.

Then she began to instead picture him diaper clad in a timeout, with red splotches at the tops of his thighs peaking out of the edges of his cute Pampers.

“Just look at you,” she thought, “standing there in the corner, a big grown boy who still needs baby diapers. And you also still need a mommy to paddle your little tush when you misbehave, don’t you? Just what am I going to do with you? Am I going to have to take your diapers down and spank your little behind every single day??”

Charlotte had procured a variety of diapers. She thought the pastel baby blocks would look cutest on little Kevin ‘and they sure do make his adorable little butt look even cuter!” she thought, but there were several other styles - some plain white with designs only across the front panel, others printed all over in blue, green and pink.

Stopping at the pink stack, she picked one up and inspected it. The diaper was adorned with cartoon unicorns and princesses. She squeezed and crinkled it in her hands - this was definitely among the thickest diapers she had purchased.

She closed her eyes, again imagining the big boy down the hall, sleeping soundly with a well-spanked bottom covered snuggly by a thick Pamper.

——

His diaper. He was wearing diapers… The events of the night before came rushing back to him.

Being spanked in the kitchen and Getting paddled to tears before bedtime.

Willingly lying down to be diapered.

Finally falling asleep on her lap with a thick diaper between his legs…

He felt embarrassment and unease about some of it. But Charlotte had been so kind and warm about the whole thing.

He suddenly realized he needed to pee. And rather urgently. He jumped out of bed and darted out of the room toward the bathroom, still just clad in his diaper and t-shirt. Kevin lifted the lid on the toilet and tore his diaper off just in time.

Kevin scoped up the diaper from the floor and opened the door. Charlotte stood in front of him, arms crossed and looking stern. He froze, naked from the waist down, holding the diaper.

“Young man, what did I tell you about taking off your diapers?” she demanded.

“I … no, I wasn’t trying to hide it I swear!” Kevin stammered. “I just had to pee.”

Charlotte only stared at him. Kevin grew anxious. He didn’t know what to say…

Finally, Charlotte said, “You just had to pee and…”

He gawked at her. Did she mean…?

“You just had to pee, and you were wearing a perfectly good diaper,” she said bluntly, snatching the puffy Pamper from his hand. She did mean… she expected him to use his diaper. Really USE it!!

The realization had barely set in before Charlotte snatched him by the ear and hauled him back into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread the diaper across her lap, followed quickly by Kevin. She knew he was unlikely to have another accident, but involving the diaper in his punishment would help drive the point home that he was to keep them on.

“How convenient that your bottom is already bared for me,” she commented as she reached for the hairbrush from the nightstand.

She rained down six fast blows, three per cheek, to get his full attention.

“Now little boy,” she started, “when you were in this very position last night, I instructed you that you were not to take your diapers off, did I not?”

Kevin didn’t answer quickly enough. SPANK!! The brush landed and he yelped, “yes ma’am!”

“And immediately this morning, you disobeyed me,” SPANK!!

“Yes ma’am,” Kevin answered breathlessly.

SPANK!! “So now let me make myself perfectly clear.” SPANK!!

“When I put you in diapers,” SPANK!!

“You keep them on,” SPANK!!

“No matter what,” SPANK!!

“If you have to go potty,” SPANK!!

“You either come find me and ask for help,” SPANK!!

“Or you just go potty in your diaper,” SPANK!!

“Do you understand me?” SPANK SPANK SPANK!!

“Yes ma’am!” Kevin practically yelled.

Charlotte stopped her rhythmic scolding and began spanking the boy hard and fast. He wriggled on her lap, making the diaper crinkle loudly. Kevin’s bottom was bright red and growing redder by the second. Each smack felt like he was being stung by a dozen bees. He broke down.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop! I won’t do it again! I won’t take off my diapers!! Owwww please!!” Kevin began to cry.

Charlotte steeled her resolve. She believed him that he wouldn’t do it again, but wanted to leave no doubt. She continued beating him without saying a word, simply holding him tightly across her lap and letting the hairbrush do the talking.

Kevin finally lost his will. He went limp over her lap and sobbed heavily. Charlotte felt him break, but wanted this to be another memorable lesson. She continued spanking for several more minutes.

The young man continued bawling across her lap. He watched as his tears dripped onto the carpet. This was by far the hardest spanking he had been given yet.

Finally, Charlotte showed mercy. She held the boy across her lap while he sobbed. She gently and silently rubbed his back. After a few minutes, Kevin’s crying subsided and Charlotte helped him come to sit on her lap, his backside caressed by the crinkly diaper still spread across her thighs.

She rubbed his tender bottom while he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his chin resting on her ample bosom. She rocked him gently as he continued to sniffle.

After a few moments, she took his chin in her hand and lifted his head to meet her gaze. “I want you to tell me why I had to spank you this morning.”

Kevin sniffed and wiped his nose. He felt like such a little boy sitting on Charlotte’s lap like this, having to explain why he’d just been punished.

“Because I took off my diaper without permission,” he whimpered.

“That’s right,” she returned quickly. “What are you to do when you’re diapered and you need to go potty?”

“Come and ask you to take off my diaper.”

“Or…?”

Kevin hesitated. He didn’t want to say it, but he knew he couldn’t take anymore of the hairbrush. He didn’t want to risk a trip back across her lap so soon, so he gave in. “Go potty in my diaper,” he said, his cheeks blushing almost as red as his bottom.

“Good boy. That’s what diapers are for, after all. Now I don’t expect we’ll have to have this conversation again will we? Have you learned your lesson?” she tapped his bottom for emphasis. Kevin quickly and vigorously nodded his head. “Ok, ten minutes in the timeout corner, then we’ll get you dressed and go have breakfast.”

Kevin pulled himself to his feet and trudged over the the corner. Charlotte lingered a moment to enjoy the view and left the boy alone in the room with his thoughts, closing the door behind her.

Returning to her bedroom and the tall stacks of diapers, Charlotte decided she had an opening to keep Kevin in diapers all day, and maybe even send him home in one. She reached over and picked up a handful of the baby block diapers. She again pictured his young muscular body splayed out on a big diaper changing table, totally naked. As she imagined lifting his legs above his head to find a bright red bottom. In her mind, she teased and scolded him.

“Aw look at you, aren’t you embarrassed? A boy of you age with a sorry sore spanked bottom about be put back in diapers? Well you should be embarrassed, you are way too big for this. But since you can’t act your age, we’ll just have to treat you like a baby, won’t we? Time for your diapers mister!”

——

Down the hall, Kevin’s head swirled as he stood facing the wall. His ass was on fire, and aggressively tried to rub out the sting. He knew he supposed to keep his hands at his sides, but with the door closed, he decided he could risk the consequences. The sting was too much to bear.

He contemplated the turn things had taken, Charlotte insisting he wear diapers and furthermore suggesting he actually USE them. Was this a bridge too far?

But, Kevin had relished the regressiveness of his experiences with Charlotte so far. He thought about how he’d felt just like a little boy from the very first time Charlotte stood him in the corner and subsequently bent him over her knee. He had enjoyed the maternal attention she showed him, texting frequently to check in on him. And then, last night, drifting to sleep lying in her lap as she pet his head, while wearing a thick diaper, he felt so at ease, so cared for and loved.

If getting all that affection meant a few diaper changes, Kevin thought he might be able to handle it. “They do feel kinda comfy…” he thought to himself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Kevin quickly stopped rubbing his bottom and put his hands at his sides. Charlotte entered the room, and Kevin could hear her shuffling around. He was tempted to turn around when he heard his duffel bag unzipping, but his sore butt reminded him to keep still.

Charlotte finished arranging things in the room and sat on the bed. Crossing her legs and leaning back, she admired the view - little Kevin’s cute behind, bright red and bruised, propped in the corner, ready for a fresh diaper. “Mmm, mmm,” she thought, almost aloud, “how delightful!”

“Ok buster, sit your little buns right here next to me,” she ordered, patting the bed.

Kevin did as he was told, wincing as his bruised butt hit the bed. Looking around, he noticed that the nightstand had been replenished, now with a stack of the baby-print diapers about five high. The hairbrush also still sat on top of the tub of wipes. A bottle of baby lotion had appeared as well.

“I’m sorry our morning got off to a rough start. Let’s start over with a hug.” Charlotte put her arms around Kevin’s shoulders and pulled him in close. Petting him gently, she said, “you know why I had to spank you, right?”

Kevin just nodded.

“Now I know we were going to do diapers only at bedtime, but I think it would be good for you to get more comfortable with wearing them, given your little escapade this morning. So we’re gonna put another one on now, and just keep you in diapers for the rest of the day. But first I want to hear you tell me the rules one more time so there’s no more issues.”

Kevin again instantly felt like a small child. The persistent sting in his backside and the hairbrush conspicuously in his line of sight made sure he didn’t hesitate, though. He hung his head and answered.

“Once you put me in a diaper, I am not allowed to take it off by myself.” He held off on elaborating about using the “potty,” hoping the issue wouldn’t come up.

Charlotte waited a moment before prodding him further. “That’s right, it stays on. Even when…?”

Kevin sighed. No avoiding it. “Even when I have to go to the bathroom.” Somehow he thought he’d maintain some dignified sense of adulthood by not saying ‘go potty.’ But then again, he was about to be put in diapers, so the maturity ship had likely sailed.

“Correct,” Charlotte said sharply. “In fact, I think for today, the potty is going to be off limits. That way you don’t have to worry about making it there in time, or rushing to come ask me for help. You just go ahead and use those diapers. That should help us avoid any more spanked bottoms, too.”

Still unsure about using his diapers for their intended purpose, Kevin glumly nodded. Despite any trepidation he felt about wetting in a diaper, he knew for sure he wanted to avoid another spanking.

“Good boy. Now I want you to lay on your tummy. I’ll put some lotion on that sore little tushie before we get you situated in your Pampers.”

Kevin cringed at the word ‘Pampers.’ Did she have to refer to them in such a babyish way?? He blushed bright red as he lay on the bed, grateful for the opportunity to hide his face in the pillow.

Charlotte opened the cap on the baby lotion and squirted a liberal amount onto her hands. Kevin flinched as she began to rub the cool lotion on his burning bottom. But he quickly relaxed as she massaged it in and soothed his skin.

Charlotte gave Kevin a few pats on his bare bottom. “Ok honey, turn over and let’s get you in a nice fresh diapie.”

As he rolled over, the combination of Charlotte’s babyish tone made him red with embarrassment. She took note of both and began teasing him.

“Oh my, I think I was right last night… my big boy is enjoying his little baby diapie time!” she cooed at him in a sing-song voice. “Isn’t that right? Little Kevin likes being a big poofy Pamper butt? He likes having his little bottom wiped and lotioned and powdered and wrapped up in a nice fluffy baby diapie??

That’s why you still need to be in diapers, don’t you? You keep making messes for me to clean up, so we’re gonna have to keep you in diapers all the time from now on. You can be my cute little diaper boy, and I’ll just change you whenever you need changing.”

Charlotte made quick work of getting him padded. With the diaper in place under him, she dumped powder all over. Letting his legs fall to the bed, she powdered his front side and taped the diaper in place.

“There,” she said patting his thickly diapered crotch, “all nice and fresh and snug.” She wore a big smile.

——

Kevin looked around the room. Noticing the stack of diapers on the nightstand, Charlotte’s words rang in his ears, “kept in diapers for a while…” What did she mean by a while? How many more of these did she have?

That’s when he remembered the sound of his duffel bag unzipping earlier while he was standing in the corner. The bag was still unzipped across the room, and he could see something white peaking out. He didn’t have to guess what it was.

Kevin darted across the room and pulled the bag open. Neatly piled next to his clean clothes and toiletries was a stack of no less than seven diapers, just like the one he currently wore. The bag also contained a package of Huggies baby wipes and a tall bottle of baby powder.

“Wow…” he thought looking at the week’s supply diapering supplies, “she really does mean a WHILE. I guess I’d better get used to these.” He prodded the padding between his legs and ran his fingers along all the edges of his Pamper. “It is comfy,” he mused.

Grabbing his toiletry bag, Kevin headed across the hall to brush his teeth. As he put the toothbrush in his mouth, he looked up and caught sight of himself in the mirror, still clad in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper.

Kevin had to smile. He looked cute! A bit bow-legged because of the thickness in his crotch, he looked just like an overgrown toddler. He spun his hips to see how his butt looked. This time he let out an audible giggle. His bottom was so poofy, the cute pastel prints contrasting against the bright red splotches peaking out of the diaper’s edges on his thighs. “Oh yes,” he thought, “this is cute and fun.”

Having finished brushing his teeth, Kevin looked over at the toilet. The lid was closed, and Charlotte had plopped a big diaper right on top. A friendly reminder that he should not even think about using the potty.

Feeling far more comfortable already, Kevin decided to head downstairs with his diapers still exposed. He wanted to show his appreciation for all Charlotte had done to care for him, and he thought she would be pleased to see him come down for breakfast like this.

He was right. As he entered the kitchen with a distinctive waddle, she swooned.

“Awwwwww look at you, waddling in here all cute in your diapers!” Charlotte beamed at him. She approached him and pulled him into a warm hug. Patting his bottom with both hands, she asked, “Seems like maybe you’re getting used to being back in Pampers?”

Kevin smiled and nodded. “Yes, Mrs. C.”

“Good,” she returned. “And just in case you get any ideas, I put diapers on top of all the potties as a reminder that you just go right in here,” Charlotte said, whacking his padded butt more firmly.

“I know Mrs. C. I won’t take it off again,” Kevin said meekly.

“I know you won’t. You’re gonna be my good little diaper boy, aren’t you?” She kissed his cheek. “Ok go sit down for breakfast. I put a cushion down for you again.”

Kevin waddled to the table and sat. He winced as he did - despite the cushion on the chair and the padding around his butt, the blistering he’d been given that morning still rang through.

Charlotte brought him a plate of eggs, bacon and fruit, and a cup of coffee. “Would you like some orange juice, sweetie?” she asked.

“Yes please,” Kevin said.

“So polite!” Charlotte cooed, kissing him on top of his head. Kevin gulped down the coffee and started in on his eggs. Charlotte returned with the juice. “Here you go, honey.”

Kevin studied the cup she had just set in front of him. Adorned with Cookie Monster and a small handle on each side, the cup had a lid with a small spout. There was no mistaking it - she had given him a toddler’s sippy cup. He gawked.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Charlotte prompted him.

“Tha… thanks.” Kevin muttered. She was really going all in on this baby thing… he shrugged and put the cup to his lips, sucking out the sweet juice. Why not just roll with it, he thought.

Charlotte sat beside him with her own plate, coffee and ‘big girl’ tumbler of juice. She made small talk as if everything were perfectly normal - commenting on the weather, asking Kevin about his week ahead - paying no mind to the fact that he sat there in a big baby diaper drinking from a sippy cup.

“How soon do you need to get on the road today?” she asked. “Can you stay for an early supper?”

“Sure, that sounds nice,” Kevin agreed.

“Oh goodie,” Charlotte cheered. “And now… about that drive back home… you may have noticed I packed up a few Pampers for you.”

It was more than a few, Kevin thought. But he didn’t press his luck. “I did,” he answered simply.

“Since we’ve agreed that you should spend some time getting better adjusted to wearing them, I’d like for you to be diapered for bed each night this week. I know I won’t be there to put them on for you, but before you go today I’ll show you how to get them on snuggly so they don’t leak.”

She continued as he hung on her every word. “I also packed you some powder and wipes. You can find more of those at any grocery or drug store, if you run out. But if you run low on diapies before the end of the week, you just let me know and I’ll bring some more right down to you.”

Kevin’s apprehension was fading. He wanted to please Charlotte. He wanted to be obedient and do as she said. He trusted her, and was suddenly looking forward to spending the week in diapers at her direction.

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smile, suckling on his sippy cup.

“Very good,” Charlotte affirmed, and she rose to do the dishes.

Kevin had been caught up in the moment and just now realized the coffee and juice had worked their way through him. He had to go.

He instinctively stood and walked to the powder room adjacent to the kitchen. There on the toilet, sure enough, was a reminder of where he was supposed to pee - a big baby diaper. He stood in the doorway momentarily. From across the room at the sink, Charlotte tsk, tsked him.

“No potty, remember?” she chided. “You can go in the other room if you want some privacy. But you use that diaper for your pee pees, buster.”

Kevin blushed more than he had all weekend. The moment of truth has arrived. He decided he did want some privacy and wandered into the living room. His bladder was starting to ache, but his potty training wouldn’t give in.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Eventually, the need to go won out and his pee flooded into the diaper. As the warming sensation spread throughout his crotch, he felt a strange calm wash over him.

He had just wet his pants for the first time in more than 20 years, but he felt oddly at peace. The mess was well contained within the plastic lining of his diaper, and it felt warm and squishy on his sensitive parts. “Not so bad…” he thought.

But now came the hard part. Going and facing Charlotte and asking to be changed. This would be humiliating. He stood fixed to the floor for a few minutes.

“Everything ok in there?” Charlotte called from the hallway.

“Y.. uh.. yeah. Yes,” Kevin stammered.

Suddenly Charlotte entered the room. Smiling, she approached Kevin and extended her hand toward his crotch. Pinching the swollen padding, her smile grew.

“Aw, there, not so bad is it? Just a wet diapie, no big deal.”

“Heh.. no ma’am. I.. guess not,” Kevin said nervously.

Charlotte ran her fingers along the leg cuffs in the rear. Patting Kevin’s bottom she said, “Ok but not quite wet enough for a change yet. These thick ones can last a few hours, you know.”

Kevin’s jaw dropped. Did she say HOURS! He thought he would be changed right away!

Charlotte dismissed his shock, “Why don’t you snuggle up on the couch and finish your movie from last night? I’ll go get your juice.”

She nudged him toward the couch with a few pets and pats on his rear. Sitting down as she left the room, Kevin felt the soggy padding squish against his crotch and butt. It felt very foreign.

Charlotte returned with the Cookie Monster cup. Handing it to him she said, “Here I topped it off for you. Now, I paused the movie when you fell asleep last night. You can pick up right where you left off.” She clicked the remote a few times and soon had the Lion King queued back up.

She tucked Kevin under a blanket and tussled his hair. “I’ll be in the kitchen, so just call out to me if you need anything, or if there are any scary parts in the movie and you need me to hold you.” She smiled and winked and left to go finish the dishes.

With the movie playing, what else could he do but suckle on his juice and enjoy the show.

As the movie ended, Kevin stretched on the couch. He had wet himself a second time and was hoping for a change soon.

Charlotte came back in the room as the credits rolled. “All done?” she asked. “Well let’s turn it off, don’t want to rot your brain with too much television.” She grabbed the remote and clicked it off.

“How’s that diapie doing?” she asked bluntly. Not waiting for a response, she pulled back the covers and checked him. “Uh oh, looks like somebody had another accident.”

Kevin blushed and averted his eyes.

“It’s ok sweetie. We’ll get you all cleaned up. I think maybe you should have a bath too.”

Kevin’s face perked up. He liked that sound of that.

Charlotte took note. “You stay put, I’ll go fill the tub.”

A few moments later, she called to him from the top of the stairs. “Ok big boy, time for your bath!”

Kevin waddled from the couch to the stairs. As he climbed, he noticed how much the diaper had swollen and begun to sag between his legs. It made him feel like a real baby, one who badly needed a diaper change.

As he squished and crinkled into the bathroom, Charlotte was turning off the water. The tub was filled with warm water and sweet smelling bubbles. She also had added a small plastic boat and some toy dinosaurs.

“Ok Kevin, let’s get you out of that yucky wet diaper.” Kevin held his arms out while Charlotte tugged at the tapes and let the sodden Pamper fall away from his butt. She rolled it up and tossed it in the trash can.

“Arms up,” she instructed, and quickly pulled his shirt off leaving him totally naked.

“Ok buster, into the tub,” she sent him toward the bubble bath with a sharp slap on his bare bottom. That was enough for Kevin to simply do as he was told - he nearly jumped into the water, wincing as his still-bruised butt hit the porcelain tub.

Charlotte soaped a sponge and went straight to work scrubbing him. She lifted his arms and washed his armpits. She spread suds all over his back, neck and tummy. Reaching down, she pulled his feet out of the water one at a time and scrubbed in between his toes.

It felt strange to be washed like this, but Kevin was also very relaxed. The warm water and sweet scent of the bubbles put him completely at ease, and he began to enjoy the babyish way Charlotte was treating him.

Kevin did as he was told and put his butt up in the air out of the water. “Aw poor baby with a sore bruised bottom,” Charlotte commented. “Somebody had to get spankies didn’t he?” she said, dialing up the baby talk.

“Good boy. Ok, you can play for a few minutes while I get your diapers ready.” She left and crossed the hall to the bedroom.

Left alone in the tub, Kevin thought about her words, “get YOUR diapers ready.” They were HIS diapers. He wore diapers now. He’d be back in a diaper again in just a few minutes. And he was looking forward to it.

He decided to pick up some of the toys and play for a bit. He drove the boat around through the dissipating suds, and felt himself begin to really regress.

Kevin got so lost in his play, he didn’t notice Charlotte come back in the room. She leaned on the door frame, crossed her arms and smiled. Her heart melted seeing this overgrown little boy playing in her bathtub. He seemed to be genuinely having fun, completely regressed to a small child under her care. How delightful!

Charlotte knelt down at the side of the tub and began playing with him. The two giggled and splashed for several minutes, before Charlotte told him it was time to get out.

“We don’t want you turning into a little raisin, do we young man?”

Kevin shook his head smiling. Charlotte pulled the plug and helped him stand up. She wrapped him in a big fluffy towel and helped him out of the tub. Kevin shivered slightly as the cool air hit his wet skin. Hugging him tightly, Charlotte rubbed his back, shoulders and arms, drying and warming him.

She dropped the towel to his feet, roughly dried them as well as his legs. “We’d better get your little bottom in a fresh Pamper before you have another accident, mister! Come on now, it’s diaper time for you, baby boy.”

Kevin’s knees buckled slightly at her touch. He took Charlotte’s outstretched hand and followed her back to the bedroom. There on the bed lay a big baby diaper, all stretched out and fluffed up, waiting for his bare bottom. “Look at you!” Charlotte praised him, “All ready for your little Pampers! What a good boy. I’m so glad you’re leaning to enjoy your diaper time.”

Kevin smiled proudly and wiggled his butt, making the diaper crinkle beneath him. She helped him sit up and pulled some clean clothes from his duffel bag. As she dressed him, she said, “I know you are sleepy, and I think nap time is probably a good idea, but I want you to come downstairs for lunch first. After you get a full tummy, then we’ll put you down for a nap, OK?”

Kevin was so tightly wrapped around her finger, all he could do was smile and nod. He knew she was not actually asking him if that sounded ok to him - he was going to have lunch, and he was going to take a nap whether he wanted to or not.

“Good boy. Now do you want mac and cheese or chicken fingers for lunch?”

“Mac and cheese, please,” he answered. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had mac and cheese.

“Sounds good,” Charlotte said as she pulled his feet through the legs on his jeans. “Up, up,” she instructed pulling him to his feet and yanking the pants up around his diaper. It took some effort, but she managed to button and zip them over the bulky padding.

“There we go, all ready for the day,” Charlotte cooed, patting his bulging crotch. “Do you wanna be my big helper in the kitchen, or would you rather watch cartoons?”

“I’ll help!” Kevin said eagerly. He realized he didn’t want to leave Charlotte’s side. He was craving her attention, her affection, her maternal watchful eye.

“Aw, what a sweetie,” she purred. “Ok let’s go then diaper boy!” She whacked his bottom loudly as she led him out of the room.

The two cooked together and ate lunch almost as if everything was perfectly normal. Charlotte made passing references to Kevin’s diapered state, and checked him once or twice, but they more or less slipped back into their warm and friendly conversation.

Of course, Kevin drank from a sippy cup and had his food cut up for him…

After they had finished eating, Charlotte said, “Ok buster, it’s nap time around here for little diaper boys. Scoot your booty on upstairs and we’ll get you tucked in.”

Once again, Charlotte’s authoritative tone and Kevin’s state of mind left no room for any confusion. He did exactly as he was told and marched up the stairs, Charlotte trailing behind him admiring the view of his diaper bulging out of his jeans. The back waistband peaked out above his pants - she had to stifle a giggle.

In the bedroom, Kevin reached to unfasten his pants, only to have his hands slapped away gently. Charlotte unbuttoned and unzipped him and tugged on his jeans, exposing his poofy diaper. She pushed him back on the bed and raised his ankles in the air, sliding his pants all the way off.

Feeling very infantile once again clad in only a t-shirt and a diaper, Kevin lay back on bed with a yawn suddenly feeling very sleepy. He snuggled under the covers as Charlotte pulled them up to his chin. His eyes began to flutter and close.