The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 5

“Honestly,” Emily said, “as fussy as you’ve been, I can’t imagine you’ll just go to bed straight away, will you? And you do have a lot to do tomorrow…”

Natalie couldn’t exactly deny that; the pacifier kept her from saying anything intelligible at all, obviously. Even if she could have, she wasn’t sure she would, since it was probably true. She wouldn’t consider herself ‘fussy’, especially when the things she was upset about were perfectly understandable, and justifiable, but she doubted that she was capable of simply falling asleep after that evening… Not to mention the fact that it was still quite early.

“Fortunately for you,” Emily scooped Natalie up suddenly, earning a muffled squeak of surprise, “I have just the thing!”

One hand on her sister’s padded bottom, patting softly, she carried her through the sophisticated living room of her apartment, back to her office. It was intended as a spare bedroom, so it was decently sized, certainly now that it had no bed, with a desk and chair, and a whole variety of other things scattered around. Unlike the living room, and the kitchen Natalie had seen from there, which were impeccably clean, the office was a bit of a mess.

“Ah, good,” Emily smiled. “I was pretty sure this was still here… A company sent me a sample of this, to see if I might want to use it in my daycares. I hadn’t quite decided yet… Maybe you can help me out.”

She set Natalie down on the back of a wooden rocking horse, quickly buckling the attached ankle straps into place, holding the little scientist down in the saddle, keeping her from being able to get away. Nat whimpered, wiggling her feet uselessly, listening to the chains jingling.

Other than the restraints, however, the horse didn’t look like anything special – and she wouldn’t be surprised if even the restraints weren’t that unusual. She hadn’t spent much time in little nurseries, but she could imagine there were all kinds of ‘safety measures’ like those, if not worse. It seemed well-made enough, though she wasn’t sure why Emily would need a sample, if it was just like any other rocking horse, some of which Emily surely already had.

“Saddle up,” Emily chuckled. “I have a feeling this is something you’ve needed for a while now… At least, you haven’t mentioned any new boyfriends – or girlfriends? – to me lately. I bet it will do you a world of good.”

Natalie looked up at her, confused, as the other woman pulled out her phone, tapping and swiping for a few moments before, out of nowhere, something began to happen. Natalie gasped, cheeks darkening, as she felt the saddle between her legs start to vibrate, buzzing softly, although, through the crinkling of her diaper as she squirmed in surprise, you could barely hear it.

The ankle cuffs were low enough to ensure she could wriggle too far away from the saddle, couldn’t escape what was happening, try as she might. She groaned, nibbling nervously on the pacifier, her struggles only making the horse bob happily back and forth, like she was playing with it like any toddler might play with any other rocking horse.

Inside her diaper, on the other hand… She didn’t want to think about it, to acknowledge how incredible it felt, even through the wet diaper, perhaps even because of the wet diaper. It probably helped, honestly… The previously thick, stiff padding might have protected her a little, but now that it had bunched up a bit as it soaked in her accident, she had to imagine it was a completely different experience.

And Emily was right… It had been a long time since she’d been on a date, or spent the night with anyone. She’d been concentrating on her secret project for quite a while, with no time to think about a relationship when she was trying to work out how to make it work. She had her own vibrator, of course, far smaller and more discrete than this, but, as she’d gotten closer to success, even that had been neglected as she worked late into the night on her laptop, planning out what she was going to do the next day in the lab. And that ride in the car seat hadn’t helped matters, either, had left her right on the edge…

So, really, it was cheating. She didn’t actually like it as much as it felt like she did… Any other time, she could have controlled herself. The humiliation of her situation was enough to make her whimper and shake her head, to attempt to deny it… Feeling it buzzing through the padding, however, sending waves of pleasure through her, there wasn’t much she could do.

“There we go,” Emily laughed, as Natalie finally gave in, sliding herself forward, deeper into the saddle, rather than her futile attempts to escape it, the horse gladly accepting her weight, rocking forward, then back, the vibrations becoming more intense in different parts of her diaper as it went, though never fully stopping anywhere.

Natalie blushed, shook her head, the sound of her sister’s voice reminding her of what was going on. She couldn’t do this! She was a grown woman, an Amazon, a scientist… She couldn’t let herself orgasm in a soggy diaper like some little! Not that she thought all littles liked that, or did that… There were definitely some who did, however, and most people who did that sort of thing were littles…

Was Emily seriously going to put these in her daycares?! She was so jealous of the people who stayed there… Wait, no, that wasn’t what she was thinking! She moaned, fighting to clear her head, the horse still bobbing along, making her feel like she was eagerly humping the saddle without having to do anything herself. Once it had started, there was really no stopping it, no escaping it… She could see littles being put on these, then having them used as evidence for how they truly did love their diapers after all, despite having no way to prevent what was about to happen…

And then, in a mortifyingly short amount of time, it was over. Her toes curled, her back arched, eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed forward against the horse’s carved mane, feeling the saddle switch off, the rocking slowly return to normal. The rider tried to do the same, but the feeling that had swept over her was not quite like anything she’d ever experienced, and she was having a very hard time processing it.

“Well?” Emily asked, reaching over and removing the pacifier with a smirk. “How was it?”

Answering that was the last thing Natalie wanted to do. She panted, trying to catch her breath, face red while she squirmed on the saddle, hating how very different her padding felt now, pinned between her and the wood beneath her.

“Did you like it?” Emily brushed a strand of sweaty hair out of Natalie’s face. Natalie looked away, shaking her head bashfully, only for her sister to catch her chin, lifting it up to stare her in the eyes. “Are you fibbing, Natty? Come on, this is very serious market research… You can tell me.”

Natalie shook her head again, whining a pitiful, “Nooo,” that was more a plea not to have to say any more than an answer to the woman’s question.

“At least tell me what happened,” Emily said. “What did you do, Natty? Did you make your diapers all sticky?”

Natalie wanted to deny it, but her padding was definitely much warmer now. “Y-Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly.

“You did?!” Emily acted shocked. “Natalie! Only little babies do that! I thought you were a big girl! Is that not true?”

“I-I am!” Natalie insisted, although she’d never felt less like one than she did in this moment, being teased as she sat, still restrained, atop the rocking horse that had given her what was – if she was being truthful – the most intense orgasm of her life. She hated that it had happened like this, while she was in a diaper, tried to reason that it was a combination of how long she’d been single, and the relief of all the tension that had been building up over the course of the night… But none of that changed the way it had made her feel.

“You are?” Emily smirked, her tone no doubt the same one she used with clients at her daycares, making Natalie feel even smaller, weaker.

“Y-Yeah,” Natalie nodded uncertainly. “I-I’m a big girl…”

She expected Emily to push back, to deny it, and she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to resist, but, to her surprise, that didn’t happen. “Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she said instead. “Because I’m sure a big girl understands the economics of her situation… These diapers are expensive, after all, and no matter how sticky you made them, it doesn’t look like they’re ready for a change yet…”

Oh, no, Natalie thought. Was she going to be put to bed like this after all, have to spend the night in this soggy, slick reminder of the indignity she’d been subjected to?!

“So I’m sure you won’t mind this at all.” Natalie was pushed forward on the saddle, felt a hand reaching into her diaper, sliding underneath her. She gasped, eyes widening, as something was slipped inside of her, almost convinced she could feel it working its way further up as Emily extracted her arm, calmly walking to her desk to clean herself off with some baby wipes, while she watched her sister wriggle on the rocking horse.

Had she just given her a suppository?! Natalie swallowed, squirming, her tummy rumbling as if in response. There was no way… That was too far, even for Emily!

“Don’t look so scared,” Emily chuckled. “You’ve already used your diaper for everything else, Natty… You might as well go that last mile.”

“No!” Natalie pouted. “I-I don’t wanna poop my pants!”

“Aww,” Emily bent over, tapping the other girl on the nose. “I bet you don’t! But you don’t have any choice, sweetie… That’s going to happen, one way or the other. The only real question here is how long you can hold it… If you really are a big girl, I bet you can last until you’re done again, and if that’s the case, I might just go ahead and change you before bed… If not, well… Babies sleep in messy diapers all the time, so you’d probably better get used to it sooner or later.”

“Wh-What?!” Natalie squeaked. She didn’t want to mess herself at all, much less spend the night like that! “Emily, please, no!” She was so upset, she almost forgot about what else Emily had said, about how, if she wanted to avoid that, she had to last until she was ‘done’… Until she felt the saddle begin to vibrate once more. “N-No!”

Despite her horror, she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking forward automatically, starting the rocking up. She kicked her feet, trying to stop it, knowing she was going to need all her concentration to keep from giving in to her suppository, not wanting to think about what would happen if she failed, and used her diaper again while the horse was still going, but her struggling just seemed to encourage it…

Even she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it. The buzzing between her legs was quite the distraction, after all… Perhaps she could try to race it, to hungrily hump away at the saddle and pray she could finish fast enough… But it was bad enough being in this situation in the first place; could she really debase herself that much, letting it look like she loved this even more than – whether she’d accepted it or not – she did, like she was turning into some kind of diaper slut…

She had no idea how strong the suppository was, however, how long it would take for it to fully kick in. If she didn’t go quickly, she might end up in a position where she had no choice, other than to fail… And wind up in something even more mortifying. Doing this in a wet diaper had been one thing… But what if Emily didn’t stop the horse after she used her diaper again?! She almost couldn’t comprehend that… How was she going to be able to look her former colleagues in the eyes tomorrow, much less ask them for help, if she knew she’d been doing that the night before?!

What was she going to do?! She didn’t know, but the intense feelings building up inside her let her know she didn’t have long to decide, or fate would. Will she…

Embrace the horse, and try to race her messy diaper?

Try to save her dignity, and almost certainly fill her pants first?

Or leave it up to chance?

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Naomi and Oliver

“What the hell?” Stefanie frowned, shifting slightly in bed, confused. She could tell something wasn’t right, although, in her sleepy state, she couldn’t quite place what that might be.

Really, for once, there was no reason she ought to be restless… After years of struggling, she’d finally found what she would consider a ‘dream job’, even though she knew most other Amazons would consider that sad, or pathetic. They’d probably tell her she ought to own the daycare, and leave the day-to-day work to ‘tweeners, but all she really wanted to do was take care of littles, and she wasn’t quite ready to adopt any for herself, so getting paid to look after other peoples’ babies was perfect. And, to her surprise, it paid so much better than the office jobs she’d had before.

Maybe it wasn’t that much of a surprise; everyone wanted to ensure their littles got the best care possible, and they were willing to pay for it. It was in a pretty fancy neighborhood, too, which no doubt helped. And, while she hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask her co-workers, she suspected she was making more than them, despite being the newest one there, thanks to her size.

The owner, Tracey, had been suspicious at first, upon seeing her, perhaps assuming Stefanie was there to try to oust her, to take her place, though, after talking to her, her fears had been assuaged. “You don’t want a management role?” she’d asked.

“No, no,” Stefanie had shaken her head. “I-I know I’m a little older than most of the other Amazons who would apply for this job, but I just need a change… I’m willing to start from the bottom.”

Having another Amazon out there, working with the kids, was bound to make the daycare more attractive. Betweeners were capable of taking care of littles, of course… Some of them were a bit flaky, however. It was good to have an Amazon there to keep an eye on them, although, if they were managers, they had other responsibilities as well, so they couldn’t be there all the time. Even the college-aged girls with the same job as her were considered more trustworthy than the adult ‘tweeners, who had been there for years. And, already, she could tell that she was, too, with only a few days on the job.

It was all going perfectly… So what was wrong? She squirmed again, glancing over at her clock to see that it was nowhere near time to wake up yet. That wasn’t it, and, unlike her old job, there was no reason to fret that she’d missed a deadline, or forgotten about a report that she needed to turn in to her boss the next day… What was bothering her so badly that it had woken her up in the middle of the night?!

Finally, after an almost embarrassing amount of time, she noticed the crinkle. To her defense, she spent her days surrounded by it, hearing it from every possible direction as the littles toddled around and playing, or she checked and changed them… It was something she didn’t give a second thought to, although, of course, this wasn’t quite the same.

She shifted again, this time to push her blankets out of the way, seeing her skimpy, red nightie, the one Gage had bought her for her last birthday. He knew she’d gotten it for himself, really, since it didn’t leave much to the imagination, but she liked how sexy and powerful it made her feel, so she’d been wearing it even when he didn’t stay over lately.

Underneath the nightie, however, there was something far different. Her cheeks flushed slightly as her hand brushed against it, and she heard the crinkling again, the sound making her think of all her charges… Except, she knew, this one was coming from her. There was no denying it, not with that nightie doing nothing to hide the bulky garment, the childishly-patterned plastic…

But that shouldn’t have woken her up; the first couple nights, it had been difficult to fall asleep initially, yet, by now, she was used to it. She frowned, wiggling her bottom, unconsciously starting to nibble her bottom lip. She couldn’t have… Could she? Her fingers trailed back over to the diaper, sliding up its slick surface to the waistband, clutching it tight for one, long moment, scared to look, despite her confidence that she had to be wrong.

And then she pulled it open, and saw that, indeed, the squishy sensation she was feeling was connected to a wet spot in her padding. She had wet her bed… Or, rather, her diaper.

Her initial feeling of panic, her wrinkled nose, were rapidly chased away by a gentle reminder from the back of her mind. It was no big deal, she recalled her new friends telling her. That was what diapers were for, after all…

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 4

“Tomorrow,” Natalie decided, hoping she was making the right call. “Y-You should go tomorrow.”

Emily stared down at her, the smaller woman shifting in place, soggy diaper crinkling, feeling like her sister was trying to look through her, to read her mind, to discern if she was lying, if she was making some attempt to trick her… Then, after a few long, tense moments, Emily shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Natalie nodded. “We could probably get in now, but security is going to be a lot tighter, and we’d likely be the only people there, so all eyes would be on us.”

It wasn’t a lie, per se; whether or not the security guards would care what they were up to was another story. She doubted any of them would have a clue what anything in the lab was, or what it did. Of course, if they got suspicious, they might show the security tapes to somebody who did… But, since Natalie hadn’t told anyone what she was working on, she wasn’t sure how much that would matter, how that would help her.

If she could get away from Emily long enough to speak to one of the other scientists, however… That might be her only real chance to keep her sister from doing anything dastardly with the drug. There was no guarantee it would work, that Emily would be distracted long enough, or let Natalie out of her sight long enough, for her to do anything, but she had to try.

Or, at the very least, if the project she’d been working on for so long was slipping through her fingers either way, perhaps she could convince another scientist to start working on a way to reverse the effects. It would take them a long time, especially without her there to help, yet she’d definitely trust them over anyone Emily would hire to do the same… If Emily even bothered with that.

“Very good,” Emily patted her on the head condescendingly. “Such a smart girl!”

Natalie blushed, hating how sarcastic her sister sounded, when they both knew Nat truly was the smarter of the two… And hating how very much it didn’t feel like that was the case, as she sat there in only a soggy diaper, looking up at Emily, knowing that her fate was completely in the woman’s hands. She could try to out-think her, but, in the end, there was no guarantee that would make any difference… Emily could still do anything she wanted to her, and she was too small to stop it. And, more than likely, if she went to someone else for help, they’d believe Emily over her, simply because of their sizes.

“Well, in that case, you have a big day ahead of you, so I think we’d better get you back home, don’t you think? Littles need lots of rest.” Natalie started to agree to that, before she realized Emily probably didn’t mean Nat’s home… There was no way she’d just leave her there, to her own devices, overnight! Natalie didn’t know what she’d do, in that case, but she was definitely too valuable an asset to Emily for her to take that risk.

Natalie’s eyes widened as the pacifier was slid back into her mouth, starting to blubber out a plea that was quickly ignored, then silenced with the turning of the ring, signalling that, now that she’d gotten the information she wanted out of her, Emily didn’t care what she had to say. Natalie pouted as her sister picked her up, sliding her into the car seat she’d worked so hard to get installed for her.

It was soft, Nat had to admit, and not entirely uncomfortable… At least, not until Emily started to strap her in. It wasn’t too bad at first, as Emily bent forward, pulling the straps up around Natalie’s waist, no worse than a seatbelt, really. The shoulder straps weren’t awful, either, the padding on them keeping them from scratching against the bare skin of her chest… But then, Emily, with an evil grin, grabbed the last one, giving it a tug.

Natalie shook her head, mumbling unintelligibly behind her pacifier. She didn’t need that! Surely, Emily knew that… She was more than secure enough already! She started, unconsciously, nibbling on her paci from anxiety, only her sister’s smirk reminding her that, from the outside, there was no way for anyone to know she was doing that, and not sucking on it. And, since the pacifier was locked, she couldn’t let Emily know the truth, although, to be fair, she knew the more she insisted that she wasn’t doing something, the more it would look like she was.

“Better make this nice and snug!” Emily cooed, adjusting the strap. “We don’t want the baby falling out and hurting herself!”

“I won’t!” Natalie fumed, just making her pacifier bob up and down more. “I’m not going anywhere!”

Emily chuckled, her hand moving towards the paci, for a moment giving Nat a glint of hope at the idea that, maybe, she was going to release it. Instead, she gave it a playful tap. “You really like this, don’t you?” she teased. “I always thought you talked so much because you wanted to sound smart… Was it actually because you wanted someone to give you one of these to shut you up?”

Natalie glared at her grumpily, then squeaked as Emily snapped the crotch strap into place. She looked down, cheeks red, seeing it pressing against the white plastic of her diapers, bulging out on either side of it. She squirmed – as much as she was able, now that all the restraints were in place – and blushed even harder, the strap relentlessly holding her soggy padding in place, making it rub against her…

“That always does the trick,” Emily said, dashing any hopes Natalie had that she was going to be able to pretend this wasn’t happening. “Whether it makes them try to keep still, or whether they’re trying to pretend they don’t like it, so they try to keep the grown-ups from noticing how much more they’re squirming, this always calms down even the fussiest little.”

Natalie shook her head, fighting to keep herself from wiggling, not wanting her sister to think she was the latter from her pair of examples, but even the smallest movement was all it took. It didn’t help that she’d been so busy with her project lately, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been on a date, much less slept with someone… As mortifying as this version of intimacy was, it was the closest she’d been for quite a while…

Automatically, she slid down in the seat, away from Emily, as the bigger woman laughed at her, only making things worse for herself, since there was nowhere for her to go, biting down harder on her paci as she struggled to ignore the growing tingle between her legs. Emily must really think she was pathetic… She had no doubt Emily had been on plenty of dates recently, that she’d never be reduced to this, certainly not so quickly, so easily…

“Maybe I should bring that in and let you sleep in it,” Emily mused. “Would you like that?” Natalie shook her head again, blushing bright red, imagining spending an entire night like this… “Someone’s a little liar!” Emily chanted. “You’re lucky I gave you that paci… If you’d tried to tell me that out loud, I might have to wash your mouth out with soap for that fib!”

Thankfully, she finally stepped back after that, closed the door. Whimpering, Natalie tried to push the button on the car seat’s restraints, but, like her paci, and her diaper, it was made to keep anyone her size from being able to use it. She was completely trapped, completely at her sister’s mercy.

In a way, the car seat was actually a mercy; the sides were high enough to block a lot of her view of the road outside, making it easier for her to pretend that nobody else could look in the window and see her there, in all her glory. Of course, that didn’t mean it was impossible… If the car beside them was in the right spot, they could still catch a glimpse.

The first time she noticed somebody staring, she squeaked, tried to cover herself, her hands unsure of whether to move towards her bare chest, or her damp diaper, which, in their confusion, gave the ‘tweener man in the next car plenty of time to see both. She hoped the humiliation of that would be enough to at least help her ignore the feelings building up inside of her the next time the car went over a bump, yet, if anything, it only amplified them.

She almost wondered if Emily was intentionally aiming for every speedbump and pothole there was, jolting the car up and down when she saw that Natalie was trying her hardest to stay still. She was certain it wouldn’t have been as bad if she hadn’t wet her diaper, but had she really had a choice there? She sucked harder and harder on her paci, fighting the urge to wriggle and writhe and grind… She refused to do that in her diaper, especially not in a car, where anyone could see her… And where Emily definitely would, since she’d hear the plastic crinkling, and would just need to glance up at her rear-view mirror to watch the show…

By the time they got to the parking garage of Emily’s building, Natalie was feeling pretty frazzled, and frustrated, the liberal speedbumps inside not helping one bit. “Look at how red your face is!” Emily giggled as she opened the door to get the shrunken woman out. “It’s too bad this car seat is such a pain to get installed, or I really might let you spend the night in it!”

Natalie released a sigh of relief – and, if she was being honest, some degree of regret – when Emily pushed the button on her restraints, their snug grip loosening, letting her be lifted out, rested on her sister’s hip, the woman’s hand firmly on the squishy seat of her diaper. “Don’t be sad, Natty,” Emily mocked. “You’ll get another ride tomorrow!”

Natalie pressed hard to Emily’s side as she was carried through the parking garage, not wanting anyone to see her. Once they were in the apartment building, however, Emily set her down, took her by the hand, leaving only one arm for Natalie to cover herself with as she was forced to toddle down the hall in her droopy diaper.

Of course, nobody gave her a second look, unless it was so they could tell Emily what a cute baby she had. She might be more top-heavy than the average little, but her size, and the padding around her waist, was enough to make the sight of her seem normal, the kind of thing most people saw every day, and never questioned. Nobody cared if a little ran around in just a diaper… So long as they had that diaper on, so they wouldn’t make a mess. She made a token attempt to hide her chest, though, with one arm, she knew it wasn’t going to make much of a difference….

They’d almost made it to Emily’s apartment, to privacy – or at least as much as she was going to be getting – when Natalie heard a squeal, followed by a loud, “Oh, my God!” She turned her head nervously, not sure what to expect, a small part of her hoping somebody had, finally, realized she wasn’t a regular little, although she didn’t know what they’d be able to do about it.

Instead, she saw an Amazon, tall – made even taller by the high heels she was wearing – and thin, except for the ample bosom fighting to escape the tiny, bubblegum pink dress she was wearing. From Natalie’s vantage point, it was hard to miss the fact that, beneath her rather short skirt, the girl wasn’t wearing any panties.

She didn’t have long to think about that, however, before the girl bent down, likely revealing that fact to the entire hallway behind her, her breasts nearly spilling out of the plunging neckline of her dress and into Natalie’s face. “You got a baby! I am, like, sooo happy for you!” the girl pinched Natalie’s cheeks before bouncing up straight again. “She is so cute!”

“I thought so,” Emily smiled. “Don’t you think she looks a little like me, too? That’s why I finally made the leap… She seemed perfect.”

The girl bent over again, staring hard at Natalie, who squirmed uncomfortably, wondering what her sister’s game was. “Oh, my God, you’re totally right!” the girl said after a moment. “I am such a ditz, I didn’t even notice!”

“Oh, that’s not true,” Emily told her, in a tone that made it obvious – at least to Natalie – that she didn’t really think that. “Maybe the resemblance isn’t as strong as I thought.”

“Well, she’s adorable either way!” Natalie squeaked as the girl grabbed her into a hug suddenly, squeezing her hard against her chest. “If you ever need a babysitter, I’d love to look after her!” The girl grinned, then, a couple moments later, shook her head. “Oh, but you’d probably leave her at one of your daycares, wouldn’t you? Duh!”

“You never know,” Emily shrugged, smirking as she saw how much Natalie was blushing. “I might take you up on that sometime… For now, I’d better get her to bed. It was nice to see you, Candi!”

“Bye-bye!” Candi waved, blowing a kiss down to Natalie.

“She’s such an air-headed little bimbo,” Emily commented, as soon as they were in her apartment. “The only reason she hasn’t flunked out of college is because her daddy is paying off the school, just like he’s paying for her place here. I’m sure she’d be a wonderful babysitter, though!”

Natalie couldn’t help imagining being left in the girl’s care, having to answer to somebody so much stupider than her, not to mention younger… She tried not to react, knowing that was what Emily wanted, yet she still felt her cheeks warming slightly.

“I wonder if she even knows how to change a diaper,” Emily pondered. “I guess it doesn’t matter… I designed these so you can stay in them quite a while!” She gave the back of Natalie’s diaper a swat. “Speaking of, you’ve barely even used this! It’s basically a waste to change you out of it already…”

Natalie stared up at her pitifully from behind her pacifier. She wasn’t going to make her go to bed in an already soggy diaper, was she? She wasn’t sure she could think of anything more embarrassing than that, than knowing she was going to have to wake up in a wet diaper, as if she’d used her diaper in the night…

Of course, that was purely because of a lack of imagination on her part. There were plenty more, worse, things Emily could do to her instead… But what was her sister going to choose?

Will Emily…

Help Natalie use her diaper some more, to earn a change?

Help Natalie use her diaper some more, then put her to bed?

Give Natalie a ride on a special rocking horse, to tire her out for bedtime?

Give Natalie a spanking, to help her remember who is in charge?

Or just put her to bed after all?

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