“Did we behave ourself today?” I ask, popping the buttons on his onesie. His diaper squishing between his cringing legs. I spread his knees open, putting him and his sodden padding on full display.
“Yes Mith Suzie!!” He squeaks, peering up at me with skittish little doe eyes. Such a stark contrast to the arrogant little shit he was just a few months prior. He’d always been a pain in my ass, ever since I married his father.
“You’re not my mother!” He’d bark, every time I asked him to do the most menial of tasks, “you don’t get to tell me what to do!!”
Oh how those statements aged like milk. Speaking of…
“Finish your bottle.” I say simply, unfastening the tabs of his diaper. He immediately shoves the nipple in his mouth and suckles.
It’s a little unorthodox, changing your step-son’s diaper, but I’ve always found diaper discipline to be extremely effective at correcting behavior. In fact, it worked so well with little Jimmy here, I didn’t want it to stop.
His cheeks turn crimson when I open up his diaper, as if I haven’t seen this exact display hundreds of times before. His balls are swollen and carrying a slight tinge of purple, glistening from the little dribbles of precum that are leaking out of his chastity cage. He earned that when I found the “Step-mother” and “step-sister” porn on his computer. Probably an innocent little thing, it’s quite a common category, nothing to read too much into, but it was also a perfect excuse for the chastity cage, which I never pass up.
His breath catches when the cold wipe hits his skin, sliding up and down his thighs, over his cage, and then his balls. It’s the only real stimulation he gets down there anymore now that he doesn’t have his little lady-friends to mistreat. I lift his legs and wipe his crack for good measure, he always gets so embarrassed at that part for some reason.
I hear footsteps down the hall. Tiffany comes in, hardly batting an eye when she sees me changing her step-brother’s diaper on the couch. In fact, it’s one of the few things that will get her to look away from her phone.
“Awww! Did somewon have an accident?” She coos, coming up beside us to give Jimmy a tug on his reddened cheeks. She’s really taken well to my suggestion of degrading and humiliating him.
“Where are you off to?” I ask her as I ball up the pissy diaper.
“Out with some friends.” She says, grabbing a fresh pamper from the bag and handing it to me.
She manages to give me the run down of her plans with only a minor hint of annoyance. I snap my fingers, Jimmy raises his hips both obediently and begrudgingly, allowing me to slide the new diaper beneath him.
“Well, don’t forget, you’re babysitting your step-brother tomorrow.”
Tiffany groans. “Ugghhh!! Tomorrow?? I thought you said Sunday??”
“No, I said Saturday. And if you keep up that attitude missy then you will be in diapers too and I’ll hire a babysitter for both of you! I hear that ex-boyfriend of yours is looking for work…”
Her eyes go wide at that. She sighs. “Ok fine.” She shoots Jimmy an evil glare, as if it’s all his fault. I see a thought cross her mind. “Oh, I forgot to tell you…” she says, “I caught little Jimmy trying to use the potty this morning.”
Jimmy’s face drops, eyes wide with terror as I turn to him with a cold glare and a crooked eyebrow.
“No I didn’t Mith Suzie! Honest!! I didn’t!! I didn’t!! I was just qweening the baffroom! I was just qweening the baffroommm!! Please! I—”
“Enough!” I snap. His mouth clamped shut, but that doesn’t stop the tears from welling in his eyes. I can see Tiffany smirking in my peripheral. She almost surely was making it up, playing her little chess pieces out of either revenge or amusement, but any opportunity to remind Jimmy of who is in charge is always a welcome one.
“You just wait until your Father hears about this!” I growl.
Jimmy wriggles and writhes on top of his diaper, sniffling and blubbering. In truth, Jimmy’s dad—John—is just as much of a little bitch as his son, but he can swing a mean belt, and can have Jimmy waddling around gingerly for days. Which reminds me, John is due for a pegging soon. Maybe he’ll finally learn to have a sissygasm through his cage this time.
Jimmy sobs the entire time I powdered his penis and taped up his pamper. Tiffany giggles, giving him a patronizing pat on the head before heading out for the night.
“You can sit in your mat and watch Cocomelon until your 7pm bedtime.” I tell Jimmy matter-of-factly, buttoning up his onesie.
He sniffles and wipes his eyes. “Yeth M-m-Mith Suzie”
While I help him up off the couch and down onto the floor, handing him a sippy cup and a rattle, putting a pacifier in his mouth, I can’t help but think back to before. All those times he used “you’re not my mother!” as a retort.
The thought suddenly comes to me. “Call me ‘Mommy’.” I say.
He looks up at me, eyes still glistening.
“Wh-whuh?” He asks dumbly around the binky in his mouth.
“Call me ‘Mommy’.” I repeat firmly, “and thank me for changing your diaper.”
He stares at me for a long time. Pondering. Likely thinking back to those same fights we had. But then he nods.
“Fank oo fowr changing me, Mommy.”
I smile, feeling a weird warmth come over me. It’s a satisfying feeling. Especially since I can’t help but notice he forgot to add the word ‘diaper’. So maybe, deep down, he was glad I changed him in a different way too…
At least, that’s what I’ll choose to believe, anyway.
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