An online story for some light reading:
"The Nursery"
I don't know what I did wrong, But my husband was extremely angry with me. It really looked like the end of our marriage.
I went to work that day not knowing if my marriage would even last until the end of the day. He might at this very minute be at the lawyers office. I would do anything he asked of me to save our marriage.
I called him from the office several times. All he would say is we will take care of things when you get home. But things will be different from now on. He would not explain what I had done or what he was going to do. I was nervous and ready to do anything.
All the way home all I could do is think if my husband left me what would I do. I love him so much and he does so much for me. I could not stand thinking almost in tears.
When I arrived at the house. He met me at the door with the ultimatum. "You, either submit to my every demand without question or you will find yourself not only alone, but very much the poorer when my lawyer gets done with you".
I quickly agreed. I had never heard that tone of voice from him. The tone alone was unnerving. I was almost scared.
He said that the problem with me was that I must have not had a proper upbringing that I got away with everything and never had been reprimanded. I tried to interject by saying but Curt even my mom would tell you this is true that I did no wrong as a child and therefore never had time outs, spankings or groundings. He shook his head in disbelief and said well something surely needs to be addressed and I am going to be the one to do so. If I still agreed, there would be no backing out later.
When I still agreed, he told me to call my boss and request a weeks leave. I talked to my boss and confirmed that I was up to date with my work. That I had some personal business to take care of and that I would work overtime to get caught up on anything that needed it. He agreed.
After I made the call, my husband sent me to the master bedroom to await him. I was told to wait there with out any questions.
About 15 minutes later, he entered wearing a bib style rubber apron and a wicked smile. I stood up and began to question him. All I received for my effort was a slap in the face and was told, "Maggie, little girls do not talk unless they are told to, do you understand"?
"What is this changing my name and referring to me as a little girl garbage? I asked. My name is Margaret not Maggie.
S-L-A-P..."I told you that once you agreed there was no backing out, now shut up"
"Yes, Sir" I replied. No Maggie, It is yes Daddy
"Now, Maggie, I want you to take off all of your clothes, stand there and wait for me to call you." I did as he told me and stood naked in the middle of the master bedroom while he went into the master bath and closed the door.
I did not have long to wait before hubby without a word, came out, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. "Now, Maggie, I want you to get into the bathtub on your hands and knees."
I gave him a quizzical look but when he got that stern look on his face, I quickly complied. I was not, however, prepared for what came next.
"Daddy's have the responsibility to ensure the their children are scrupulously clean, inside and out. We will start with an enema. You had best take care that you do not have an accident."
With that, he proceeded to produce a large enema bag which he filled with warm soapy water. This he hung on the shower curtain rod. Then he produced a jar of vaseline and began coating my anus.
While doing this, he also began inserting a finger. He said, "this will make sure that the rest is easier."
Next came the enema pipe, except it was like nothing I had ever imagined. It was a rubber penile shape about 1 1/2 inches around and 5 inches long. This he also applied a liberal amount of Vaseline to and slowly tried to insert it, but I moved and he missed.
"I'm not going to tell you again to behave" he scolded and quickly inserted the nozzle. It felt too big and hurt, but he let me rest and become accustomed to it's size. Then he released the flow and for what seemed like an eternity, the warm liquid flowed into me.
After a while, I began to cramp up and started moaning. Daddy stopped the flow waited a moment or two and then began it again. It seemed liked an eternity before he was through.
Then he said, "Maggie, I'm going to remove the nozzle now, but you had best hold the liquid until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?" "Yes, Dear, I replied and was shocked to receive a slap on my backside. "From now on, and until I tell you different, you will call me Daddy, is that understood?"
"Yes, Daddy" I replied. "Daddy, I gotta go".
You had better not make a mess". I was then helped out of the tub (I needed the help because of the cramps). When I stood up, however, Hubby just laughed.
"Look at you, you must really enjoyed this judging by glistening shimmer of juices between those legs of yours.!"
I looked down and could hardly believe it myself. But by this time, the urge to evacuate was so strong that I said,"Daddy, please, I gotta go."
He said,"OK, but this is the last time you will be allowed to use the toilet without my permission.
While I relieved myself, he began to run bath water. After I finished, he instructed me to get into the tub and sit down. After I sat down, I started to wash myself and immediately got my hands slapped.
"Little children do not give themselves a bath", he said.
With that, he proceeded to wash my hair, my face, back and chest. Just as I was beginning to relax and enjoy it, he produced a razor.
"Babies, especially girl babies, do not have any trace of hair on their bodies. He had me stand up and he proceeded to shave me starting with my legs I didn't think they needed to be done they had been done only two days ago.
When he got to my crotch he said "This muffin is to always be hairless you better stand real still or you might get hurt." After he was done he had me step out of the tub and he proceeded to dry me off. The feeling of being so smoothe was exciting to me and I quickly began myself dampen between my legs.
After I was dried off. He led me down the hall the the door to one of three spare bedrooms. He had me kneel outside while he went inside to make special arrangements. When he returned, he insisted that I crawl into the room.
As I did so, I got a look at the new furnishings. The room had been set up with adult size baby furniture.
"It took most of the day for me to get everything for the nursery". he said. "I have put a lot of effort into this and therefore, there are a number of rules that go along with it.
You are not allowed to walk, only crawl.
You are not allowed to talk.
You can only make those limited sounds associated with a baby.
You can laugh,coo or even cry if you feel the need, but NO talking.
You will not be allowed out of this room until I decide to let you out and at those times you will be instructed on where to go and how to act
There is one other rule, but you will be told about that shortly.
First, Daddy wants to get you dressed so you don't catch a cold."
With that, he spread a baby print blanket on the floor and indicated that I move onto it. When I did so, he went to the dresser and got baby power, baby oil and some clothing. He rolled me onto my stomach and commenced to oil my back, buttocks and legs.
Then he rolled me over and did the same to my entire front, paying extra attention to my muffin.
As he massaged the oil in, I became extremely excited but he quit short of my orgasm. Then he took the baby power and liberally sprinkled me with it both front and back rubbing it in good.
Again he paid extra attention to my muffin but still short of an orgasm. When he was through, he said."Maggie, babies do not enjoy sexual pleasure except for the member pleasure associated with nourishment intake and elimination of body waste. So until told otherwise, you are NOT to have an orgasm. If you do, Daddy will have to spank you. He will, however, make sure that those pleasures allowed to his baby are taken care of.
With that, he produced from the pile of clothes, a large diaper which he promptly folded and tucked under me, pulling the soft material up and pinning it in place. He then produced a pair of pink rubber panties and slipped them on me.
The tactile sensations coursing through my body were so pleasant that it was almost unbearable. I was completely shaved, powdered and now the soft flannel being pressed against me with the rubber pants was so erotic that I completely forgot my shame of being dress up as a baby girl.
He then produce a soft cotton sleep shirt and a pair of knitted booties and put them on me.
With this completed, he left me in the nursery and when he returned a short time later, he had a large baby bottle filled with warm milk.
He then sat on the floor with his back against the wall and while cradling my head, fed me the milk from from the bottle. When I was through, he put me back on the blanket and went back to the dresser and got another blanket which he put in the large playpen filled with baby toys and had me crawl through the gate which he latched and left the room. It didn't take very long before I needed to go to the bathroom.
I waited as patiently as possible under the circumstances. But after awhile, it became all too apparent that he wasn't coming back for some time yet and I had no option but to wet myself. The feeling of helplessness, the tactile sensations bombarding my brain, coupled with the warm, wet feeling produced by wetting caused me to become so turned on that I began to rub myself through my diaper and finally exploded into climax.
I couldn't remember ever having such a powerful climax and was ashamed that it was all due to my newly acquired state of being turned into this state of mind. And if my shame wasn't bad enough, he must have been watching, 'cause he stormed into the nursery just as I finished.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. "You had best not been doing what I think you were doing or you are going to get a spanking!" With this, he leaned into the playpen, pulled up my nightshirt and put his hand between the rubber pants and my diaper.
"You are wet, so Daddy will change you. But there better not be anything but pee."
He pulled down my rubber pants and unfastened the diaper. When he took that off, there was obviously a glisten of liquid on my muffin area. He grabbed me by ear and drug me out of the playpen, back to the other blanket still on the floor. He again sat leaning against the wall and pulled me across his lap and proceeded to give me a long hard spanking.
It stung especially bad because my backside was still damp, When he was though, he began to coo and cuddle me and say that if I had only been good. I wouldn't have gotten the spanking.
He then rolled me onto my back and began the slow, erotic process of re-diapering me. Back to the playpen and this time, he said he would be keeping a close eye on me. I was exhausted and fell asleep.
The next morning, Daddy came into the nursery, checked my diaper and finding it still dry, stated that I would be getting no breakfast until I was ready to be changed and washed up.
As badly as I needed to go, it didn't take long before I was again wet so the next time he came in, he took off my sleep shirt, rubber pants and diaper. Then he had me crawl naked into the bathroom saying that although I needed to be trained, he saw no reason why he should be stuck with messy diapers as well. That morning I got my second enema with the strange dildo like enema pipe, was again bathed and reshaved. Then crawl back to the nursery for dressing.
After being re-diapered and put into warm cloths, Daddy said that he had a very special treat for me if I could be good for a couple more hours.
Considering everything that had transpired last night. I was not too excited at the idea of anything new happening. I had just gotten accustomed to the idea of being treated like a baby and did not really relish any new twists to this plot.
For breakfast I had cream of wheat well diluted with milk through a bottle with a large size hole pierced in the nipple. After that, I was given another bottle of warm milk and then left to play with my toys in the crib. After my mid morning change into a day diaper, daddy put me in ruffled plastic panties and a dress. He just kept going on about what a cute little girl I was. He then produced a pacifier and put it into my mouth, stating that I was not to remove it. Just about that time, the doorbell rang. So I stayed in the nursery and daddy went to the door. I could hear talking in the kitchen but couldn't make out who was there. I heard the front door slam and relaxed because whoever it was had left. A few moments later, the door to the nursery opened and there stood Daddy and our neighbor, Jackie. They came in and Jackie immediately began to fuss over me and how cute I was.
"Curt" she said, "your baby must be hungry or thirsty, judging by the way she is sucking on that pacifier."
"Well, it is getting time for her noon feeding, so I might as well get a bottle ready and warm up some baby food."
"I'll go with you" Jackie said as they left me alone in the nursery to contemplate this new twist of events. When they came back, Jackie offered to take care of my feeding while daddy was out running errands. I can't say that I was overly enthusiastic about this 'cause I didn't know exactly what Jackie's reaction to this situation would be.
As he left, daddy told me to obey Jackie or I would get a spanking like I did the last time I was naughty.
"Well now, Maggie" Jackie began. "Lets make sure that you are nice and dry before we start." With that he picked up the hem of my short skirt and put her hand between the rubber pants and diaper. It would by my luck to be wet. Now, a virtual stranger (in an intimate sense anyway) would be changing my wet diaper. The changing went without incident except when Jackie began to rub the baby power into my muffin I began to get wet and aroused. She was thoughtful enough to not say anything though. After I was changed, Jackie fed me my baby food and just as I was prepared to further humiliate myself by sucking on a bottle, she sat like daddy does with his back leaned against the wall and had me lay on my back with my head on her lap. She then unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra from the front and fed me one of her luscious nipples which I greedily sucked upon. To my surprise, I was really nursing from her because she had an ample supply of milk. It had a peculiar taste but it wasn't bad and soon, I was very turned on and throbbing inside the confines of my diaper and rubber panties. Jackie noticed me squirmming and trying to rub my muffin. Jackie began to rub my muffin. I squirmed at first try to get away, but later 'cause it felt so good and her mother's milk tasted so good and I was really turned on I just layed there accepting the situation I was in. By the time I had nursed on both her breast, I had climaxed and felt so good and relaxed that I fell asleep. I don't know when Jackie left, but some time later daddy came into the nursery to change me. He obviously saw the cum and jucies on my diaper but didn't say anything. "Well, Maggie, did you like daddy's surprise? If you behave, Jackie has said that she will come over everyday to help feed you. Now you just be a good baby and in the morning, we will make a few more changes that you might find interesting." With that he left the nursery. "What else could he be thinking of doing?". I thought to myself. But worrying was of little or no use, so I contented myself with playing with my toys until time for bed. But the truth of the matter is that I was getting quite board with the way things were going so far. Yes, I was in a constant state of excitement, but had very little else to do. Maybe I should be grateful that things were going to change tomorrow.
The next morning, daddy came in and checked me. This time, however, I was ahead of him and had already soaked my diaper. I knew that he would get me up sooner if I had. I though it would please him that I learned so fast, but he was angry. "Maggie, you naughty little girl. Wetting yourself like that. Come with me" he said and led me to the bathroom. Once there, he had me lay on the bathroom rug and took off my wet diaper. Then, he had me get on my hands and knees and he gave a real hard spanking. "Little girls do NOT wet themselves, Maggie! When they do, they get a spanking. Do you understand?" I just knelt there and didn't say a word. "I said, do you understand me?" He demanded. "Yes, daddy", I replied. "Good. Now, we are going to give you your bath and clean you up. Then we can begin the next phase of your training." With that, he ran the bath water and had me get in. I was a little taken aback that the usual enema was not administered but didn't say anything. I was not going to admit that I enjoyed such treatment. After my bath which now included creme depilatories instead of a razor, I was allowed to use the toilet.
Then daddy had me walk to the second guest room. The door was again closed and I was told to wait outside while he finished preparations inside. A few minutes later, daddy came out and taking by the hand, led me into the room. This room had been made up into what can only be described as a toddlers room. The youth bed even had a canopy over it. After allowing a few moments for this to soak in, daddy said,"Maggie you behaved fairly well the last couple of days; so now my little girl is going to be allowed to do more things like walk, talk and feed herself." A puzzled look must have come over my face because he immediately inserted, "don't worry little girl, daddy will continue to keep a close eye on you." "You are even allowed to leave your room, and can go anywhere in the house, except MY bedroom. You are allowed to talk, but you must do so as a toddler would, and without that grown up feminine voice of yours, do you understand?" "Yes, daddy" I replied "Good, let's get daddy's little girl dressed for the day." With that, he got out a pair of pink with blue teddy bear panties and had me put them on. Then came a full slip and pink dress with a large ribbon tie in back. He put my hair in a ponytail adding somel barrettes for that extra girly touch. Next came knee high white socks and black patent leather shoes. "There," he said, "you look adorable." "Let's go to the kitchen for some breakfast."
When we got to the kitchen, I was in store for another surprise. There next to the table was a high chair. Daddy had me climb up into it and then he took the tray and locking it in place, and said "This is where you will eat. You are not old enough to use big people utensils, so I will cut your food into small pieces and you will use your fingers. First, we have to put your bib on." Breakfast was an experience. There was no way to eat scrambled eggs without making a mess. Daddy scolded me the whole time he washed me up. Then she let me down to go play. By this time, I needed to use the bathroom and headed right for it. It was locked. "Daddy, I yelled, I gotta go pee." Daddy came and unlocked the bathroom and watched as I lifted my dress, pulled my panties part way down and started to pee. He grabbed me, pulled my panties to my ankles and forcefully set me on the toilet. When I was through, I started to pull up my panties when he stopped me. "You just leave them where they are and follow me. I tried to keep up with him to the bedroom with my panties around my ankles. When we got there, daddy sat down on the bed and said, "Come here, Maggie, and lay across daddy's!" I just hung my head and did as told. He had gotten a hairbrush off the dresser saying, "Little girls who can't behave get spanked with a hairbrush. Do you understand what you did wrong, Maggie " he asked, "No daddy, I don't I replied. "LITTLE spank GIRLS spank DO spank NOT spank STAND spank UP spank WITHOUT spank DRYING spank, THEIR MUFFINS spank IS THAT spank UNDERSTOOD spank" he asked. "Y-y-y-yes, daddy, "I answered between tears. "Good" he said. "Now get your dollies and go outside and play for awhile." "But daddy, I'm scared to go outside" I answered between sniffles. "O.K. then, you can go out in the backyard where no one will see you." When I had gotten outside, the first thing I noticed was all the diapers, rubber pants, sleepers, etc. that were hanging on the clothes line. What if someone had seen them, or saw me. I was in a panic and tried the door. It was locked and daddy wouldn't answer my knock. About that same time I heard the trash truck in the alleyway. I pounded on the door to no avail. I started crying searched the backyard for a place to hide. The best I could do was try to curl up as tiny as possible next to the house until they left. Finally, daddy called me in for lunch. Again I was placed in the highchair, the tray locked in place and my bib put on. I had macaroni and cheese, again without the use of eating utensils. What a mess. Just as I was finishing up, the doorbell rang. I panicked. Here I was, locked in a highchair wearing a frilly dress, panties, bib ect. With macaroni and cheese all over me and we had a visitor. But I was lucky this time. It was only Jackie. At the same time I was breathing a sigh of relief, my breath was quickening with the memory of yesterday.
"Jackie is going to baby-sit you while I run and get some new 'toys' for you. Jackie, it is about time for Maggie to be put down for her nap. Could you take care of that for me, please?" daddy asked. When Jackie agreed, daddy went and got his wallet and told Jackie, "Maggie is trying to be a big girl now, Jackie but she still has trouble getting to sleep without her bottle, and of course, a diaper is a must. We don't want to take any chances on an accident." As he started to leave, daddy said, Maggie, I don't think I need to tell you to behave and do exactly what Jackie says, do I?" "No daddy," I answered. I"ll behave". "Good." He continued, "Jackie, there is a hairbrush on the dresser in Maggie's room if you find a need for it." "Oh, don't worry, Curt, Maggie and I have a very good understanding of each other, don't we Maggie?" All I could do was blush and hang my head as daddy walked out the door.
After daddy left, Jackie got a washcloth and started to clean me up. When she had finished, she took me by the hand and led me to the "toddler room". When we got there, she said "Let's take off your pretty clothes and put them up. Then we can get you ready for your nap." With that, she undid my shoes and took off my socks. Here she made a special point of commenting on my panties which were in plain view. She removed my dress and slip and had me turn around so she could see me in just my panties. "When you are older, I think you will like the feel of silk or satin panties better.", She said. "But for now, you must get ready for your nap. So lay down on your bed and I"ll be right back." I did as she told me and she returned shortly with fresh diapers, rubber pants and a pacifier. She noticed the immediate reaction to the pacifier but didn't say a word. Instead, she inserted it in my mouth with some force. Then she slipped off my panties, liberally sprinkled me with powder, had me raise my backside and slid the diaper underneath. To this point, I was only beginning to dampen between my legs, but the feeling of the powder and soft diaper between my legs had me becoming more aroused by th second. After she put on the rubber pants, she instructed me to move over and make room for her, which I gladly did. Before she climbed onto the bed, she removed her blouse and bra. After she lay down, she removed the pacifier from my mouth and, pulling my head toward her, fed me one of her breasts.
I sucked greedily. "Ouch" she exclaimed, "not so rough" At the same time, she swatted me real hard on the backside, but with all the padding of the diaper, I barely felt it. Again, Jackie rubbed me through the diaper while I nursed from her breast until I "wet myself". And, I fell asleep while nursing.
I awoke awhile later, and to my surprise, had wet myself during my sleep. I was terrified of the spanking I was going to get, but when the door opened, Jackie stepped into the room and not daddy. She quickly removed the rubber pants and wet diaper and promised she would keep this our secret. She took a warm washcloth and washed me up and then had put on a fresh diaper. "Jackie", I asked, "why are you putting a diaper on me?" I can be a good girl." Jackie replied, "Your daddy wants you to come downstairs in a diaper. He said something about going to Nancy"s tonight and that you were going to wear a diaper to her house." Oh, no, I thought. Surely I wasn't going to be subjected to yet another neighbour finding out about my being forced into diapers. I didn't get much chance to contemplate this latest turn of events when daddy called for Jackie and I to come to the living room. Upon entering the living room, I was a little confused to see daddy carrying my good plaid short skirt, white shirt and cardigan almost as to say a school girl outfit he picked out of my closet. Jackie had me lay down on the rug and, went to the boxes that daddy had brought into the house earlier. Jackie got out a pair of rubber panties. "Maggie," she said this will make your diaper fit close to your body and nobody will be able to tell you are being required to wear diapers when we leave the house." With that, she slipped the rubber pants on and then had me put on my street cloths. While you are out in the car you will still need to be fed. Here this is just like me. She gave me a strange bottle. This was strange but felt good.
Then she took me to the full length mirror in the hall and she was right, you couldn't tell I was wearing a diaper. She then took me by the hand and Daddy took me by the other hand and led me out to the car. We drove to Nancy's house so that, as daddy put it, I wouldn't give myself away by the waddle that diapers cause.
When we got to Nancy's everything went fine. We were just adults over for an evening of drinks and dinner. Nancy had been a friend of the family for years, long before I had used my influence to get her a job in the steno pool that supported my office. It never caused a problem though, because we were very careful not to let our private lives overflow onto the job. We were cordial on the job but never showed any untoward familiarity which might cause problems for either her or me.
The evening was uneventful until it came time for me to use the bathroom. I excused myself and headed that way, but realized that I could not undo the diaper pins without daddy finding out. I managed to catch his eye and when he finally came over near me, I explained my problem to him. He only laughed. "Why, Maggie", he said, "I'm surprised at you. Why do you think I made you wear a diaper over here?" I expect you to wet yourself, "cause I will not remove your diaper so you can go to the bathroom like an adult, which you quite obviously are not. Don't worry, little girl," he continued, your rubber panties will keep you from leaking." Well, I was not about to be humiliated by wetting myself, even if the rubber pants would keep the diaper from leaking. So I held it. And held it. Finally, I caught Jackie coming from the bathroom and ask her for her help. She only smiled and said, I"m sorry, baby, but you have to ask your daddy for that kind of help." "I already did, Jackie and he said no," I replied. "Well," Jackie said, "I guess you have no choice but to wet yourself". I knew I could not hold out much longer, so I headed for one of the stools at the back corner of the breakfast bar and tried to act innocent as I talked small talk with Nancy and started to wet myself. I really had to go bad and just kept going and going. "What is that noise?", Nancy said. "It sounds like water splashing." "My God, Margaret, are you wetting yourself? "Of course not, Nancy", I replied but now became aware of the feeling of warm liquid running down my leg. I looked down, and there, under the stool, a large puddle was forming. Nancy noticed it also. "Curt she yelled, "Margaret is wetting herself and it is running all over my floor!" I was beyond the point of being able to stop myself and just keep peeing. Daddy came over, grabbed me by the arm, and led me out of the house. He unceremoniously put me into the car and drove me home. When we got into the house, I began yelling at him about the way he had humiliated me in front of one of the company secretaries. He left me, soaking wet, in the living room and came out with an already packed suitcase. "I told you before that there was no backing out and I meant it." "However," he continued, "here is your last chance to call off the whole thing, including our marriage."
"No daddy", I said. "I'll be good and do whatever you want, I promise."
"Fine", he said, "Now I want you to go to your room and stand in a corner until I call for you." I did as he said and stood in a corner for what seemed like an eternity. And with wet pants, I was beginning to catch a chill.
I was put in a bondage diaper they called it. I could not get it off. I sat there cold waiting.
Daddy finally called me into the living room. When I entered, the first person I saw was Jackie. Then daddy, and finally, Nancy. All I could do was hang my head in shame. "Maggie", she said, I want you to apologize to Nancy for getting her floor wet." "Nancy", I said, I'm truly sorry for making such a mess at your house." She didn't say a word. Daddy said, "Nancy", I feel that we owe you a word of explanation. Margaret, whom I refer to as Maggie is being punished for behaving like a grown up spoiled brat. If she wants to act like a brat, she will be treated as such. I started her training earlier this week and, with Jackie's help, I'm disciplining her with little girl dresses and changing her. Tonight, when I dressed her, I made her wear a diaper and pair of rubber panties under her street cloths. I was sure that she would feel completely at ease wetting herself knowing that she wouldn't leak pee all over. However, she had to be obstinate and try to hold off all night and when she finally gave in, she peed all over your floor. What she didn't know was that the rubber panties had a large slit in the crotch and would have leaked on her cloths, For being so stubborn, Chrissy, you are going to get a spanking from Nancy, who will also change your diaper." With that she left the room and returned shortly with a bundle of diapers, rubber pants, baby oil, powder and of course, the brush. The shame was almost unbearable as Nancy proceeded to strip off my cloths, then rolled me over, spanked me with her hand and began cooing to me while she oiled, powdered and diapered me. Then she put me in a one piece zip up sleeper and had me lay on my stomach to watch the rest of the evening unfold. All I could think of was, what will happen when this gets known at the office? How long until the rest of the secretaries find out? Will they tease and taunt me? The idea was both repulsive and erotic at the same time. But I was not to be left to my thoughts for long.
"Curt," Nancy said, "I find this a bit much all in one evening. I do, however find the idea somewhat exciting. Do you intend to extend this punishment past this week beyond when she is to return to work?", she asked.
"Well, Nancy, I really hadn't thought that far ahead, but now that you mention it, it seems like a good idea." "The only problem is, how do I continue with her training while she is at work?"
"Leave that to me", Nancy said. "Unless I miss my guess, a couple of the other girls from the steno pool will be more than happy to ensure that Maggie is well taken care of." "Of course, this will require that she not go to yoga at lunch time anymore."
Daddy said, "Exactly what do you have in mind, Nancy?" "I like the idea to a point, but don't want her to lose her job over it."
"Don't worry, Curt", Nancy continued, "I have the perfect solution. "Send Maggie to work in a diaper with rubber panties.
That way, she will have no option but to wet herself sometime during the morning, especially as much as she loves her tea. When she does, either myself or one of the girls can take her to the little girls room and clean her up. Then in the afternoon, we put her into a nice pair of panties and hose and she can spent the rest of the day dressed like that under her business suit. Then when she gets home, you can have her change into a house dress and do the laundry, especially the dirty diaper bag, I mean briefcase."
When I get home now I am newly diaper pantied and dressed just like this in pretty soft petticoats everyday.
