I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Visiting home as adult or not, Swearing at the family dinner table still earns you a mouth soaping for dessert. Lucky for you your brother in still had an old highchair in the basement.

Tea with Sisters In-Law turns into a Bad Dream

Phot credit goes to one of the best diaper girls in the community https://www.tumblr.com/black-rasbaby

(I felt as if the the previous attempt of TPI's chapter 7 was a bit rushed and more pornographic than my usual writing style. It also lead to contradictions from previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy this revised version more.)

Mia's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as she tried to comprehend Ethan's cruel suggestion. The humiliation of standing outside in just a diaper was unbearable. But Ethan's authoritative presence left little room for negotiation. Why was he doing this to me? He cant be serious. Going outside like this was a form of social suicide.

"Please, Ethan, don't make me go outside," she whispered, her voice trembling unable to find the appropriate volume at which she wanted to shout at him. The stinging of her bottom reminding her not to upset him any more.

Ethan’s expression softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "You need to learn, Mia. Actions have consequences. Now, come with me."

He grabbed her arm like a vice, leading her to the door. Pure dread surged through Mia's veins, and she dug her heels into the carpet to no avail. "No, please! I'll do anything. Just don't make me go outside."

Ethan paused, considering her words. "Anything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mia nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, anything."

Ethan released her arm and stepped back causing her to fall back onto her freshly spanked ass as she squealed out in pain. He toward over her crossing his arms over his chest. "No, Mia. This isn’t negotiable." He stated after a brief moment of consideration. "You need to understand the gravity of your actions. I almost made the mistake of thinking of you as a real woman. You're just a pathetic overgrown toddler that needs structure and discipline in her sorry excuse of a life. Now, move."

Desperation welled up inside Mia. She got up onto her knees, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. "Ethan, please. I'll be good. I promise. Just don't make me go outside like this."

Ethan's face remained impassive. "Stand up, Mia."

Her cry's intensified, but she obeyed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Please, Ethan," she begged again, her voice cracking. "I'm begging you. I’ll do anything else. I’ll clean, I’ll cook, I’ll—”

Ethan interrupted her with a cold stare. "Enough. This is your punishment. You will stand outside for 10 minutes. Now, move. unless you'd like to make it 20."

Mia’s legs felt like jelly as she stumbled towards the door. The reality of what was about to happen made her feel faint. As Ethan opened the door, the bright sunlight and the sounds of the bustling street outside flooded into the room.

Ethan stepped aside, gesturing for her to step out. "Go on," he commanded.

With a final, desperate look at Ethan, Mia clung to him, her hands gripping his shirt tightly. "Please, Ethan, don't make me do this," she blubbered, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Her sobs grew louder, turning into hysterical cries, and she began to gag from the intensity of her terror.

Ethan peeled her hands off him, his expression hardening. "Is this any way for a grown woman to behave? Crying like a toddler over a simple punishment?" Turning her around he placed a firm knee between her butt cheeks, forcing her forward.

Mia stumbled outside, the warm air hitting her exposed skin. She turned around desperately, trying to get back inside, but Ethan slammed the door shut and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking echoed in her ears, amplifying her sense of abandonment and helplessness.

She stood there on the porch, heart racing, her breaths coming in short, and panicked. The diaper crinkled loudly with every tiny movement The diaper, a pristine white Pampers cruiser with colorful designs on the front, hugged Mia's small frame tightly. The soft, almost plush texture of the diaper brushed against her tender skin, causing her to flinch and twitch in discomfort. Her ass, still stinging and pink from the recent spanking, felt hot and itchy under the tight embrace of the diaper. Every slight movement sent sharp stings of pain through her bruised flesh, mingling with the sweat that made her skin sticky and uncomfortable. Beads of sweat from her lower back slid into her crack and pooled at the bottom of her diaper causing the itching to gradually intensify.

She could hear the distant sounds of traffic and the occasional chatter of pedestrians. Each sound made her flinch, fearing someone would see her in her humiliating state. Her cheeks burned with shame, and she wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to cover her body.

Ethan watched her from the window and spoke through the screen, his expression stern. "You will stay there for the full 10 minutes. If you move or try to cover yourself, I’ll add more time. Hands on your head facing traffic."

Mia nodded, tears streaming down her face as she stood frozen in place before timidly turning around in a 180.. The seconds dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. She prayed silently that no one would walk by, that she could endure this punishment in solitude. She desperately wanted to cover her tiny breasts more than anything as they hardened and perked up due to the intensity of the situation and steady breeze caressing them.

However, fate was not on her side. A group of young adults in there late teens to early 20's rounded the corner, their laughter echoing through the street. They stopped abruptly when they saw Mia, their expressions shifting from confusion to amusement. One of them, a tall boy with a mischievous grin, pointed at her and burst out laughing.

"Hey, check it out! It’s diaper girl!" he shouted, drawing the attention of his friends.

Mia's heart sank, and she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She tried to ignore their taunts, but their laughter and mocking words pierced her like daggers. The heat from her spanking intensified as she stood there, helpless and exposed, as the group continued to ridicule her as they all pointed their phones. "This should go viral in no time." One girl exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, this is going to blow up on tik tok for sure." The boy stated in amusement. Her booty itched and stung, the discomfort exacerbated by the dampness of her sweat and the tight, unforgiving grip of the diaper.

Moreover, Mia's body betrayed her under the intense humiliation and attention. Despite her overwhelming shame, she felt an unexpected warmth and dampness between her legs as she sobbed. An involuntary arousal adding to her humiliation. The sensation made her knees weak, her face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and confused, unwanted desire.

Ethan’s voice cut through the noise. "That’s enough. Time's up. Come inside, Mia."

With a mix of relief and lingering shame, Mia hurried back inside, the door closing behind her. She collapsed on the floor, bawling uncontrollably. The humiliation of the past few minutes weighed heavily on her, and she felt utterly defeated.

Ethan knelt beside her, his tone softening slightly. "You need to understand why this happened, Mia. You need to learn."

Mia nodded weakly, unable to speak through her weeping. She knew she had no choice but to obey Ethan or face homelessness, but the thought of enduring more humiliation made her stomach churn.