“No arguments, young lady… You know you need your diapers, and that’s just where your little bottom is going, unless it wants a spanking!” Lucy smiled, watching the freshly bathed other woman scramble up onto the changing table, her pouty defiance quickly dissolving in the face of the threat. Lucy wasn’t the tallest woman out there, so it was always empowering, watching people scramble to do as she told them.
“B-But I haven’t had an accident all day,” Violet whimpered, wiggling as Lucy slid a fresh diaper under her and started to powder her up.
“Oh, really?” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “That’s funny, because I remember changing your diapie more than once…”
Violet blushed. “Y-Yeah, but only because you wouldn’t let me use the potty in time!”
“If you couldn’t hold it that long, that basically counts as an accident,” Lucy shrugged, taping the diaper shut. “Now, do you want to play a little before I put you down for your nap, or do you want to argue with me some more? I assure you, the former is going to be much more fun… For you, anyway.”
Violet scrambled down from the changing table with a squeak. “I-I’ll be good! I’ll play!”
“Good girl,” Lucy smiled at her. “I’d hate to have to tell your Mommy that you were naughty…” She hid a chuckle as Violet’s expression turned fearful – she had several AB girls and boys as clients, and while she often had to spank them, or discipline them in other ways, it was always the threat of telling on them to their caretakers that was the most effective… She only looked after them for a few hours, typically, after all, while their Mommies and Daddies could enact real, long-term punishments at her urging. “What would you like to play?”
Violet thought about it for a moment, then announced, “Dress-up!”
“That’s a lovely game,” Lucy nodded, walking over to the closet she kept for just such an occasion. “What would you like to wear? I have a lovely princess dress, and…” She stopped, realizing Violet was right behind her, holding something. She turned, saw that the girl had a baby diaper. “Oh, do you want to dress one of the stuffed animals up?”
Violet shook her head, giggling. “No… I want to dress you up!”
Lucy smirked, looking down at the diaper. “Sweetie, I don’t think that’s going to work,” she told her. “Would you like to put on a tutu? I’m sure you’d make an adorable ballerina…” Violet shook her head, pushing the diaper towards Lucy again. “Violet, I really don’t think…”
“Then why can’t I try?” Violet whined. “You said I could play!”
“Fine,” Lucy rolled her eyes. “You can give it a try, but I already told you, it isn’t going to fit.” Feeling ridiculous, she climbed up onto the changing table, pushing her skirt aside and tugging her panties down. She felt very vulnerable, and silly; was this how her clients felt? She did as she was told, lifting her backside so Violet could slide the diaper under her, watching bemusedly while the girl fumbled with the baby powder, then lying back and waiting for her to be disappointed.
She got a little worried as she felt the first side being taped up, reminded herself that didn’t mean much – the sides were stretchy, but just because one of them fastened, that didn’t mean the other would. And yet, while she laid there, she felt Violet tug on the other side, pull it up, closer to the front, and then…
“There!” the girl chirped. Lucy sat up, in shock, looking down at herself to make sure it was actually on, that Violet hadn’t switched it for one of the adult diapers somehow… But there it was, a baby diaper, wrapped securely around her waist. Violet giggled at the look on her face, grabbing the underwear from Lucy’s legs and yanking them off, clumsily pulling them onto herself.
“H-Hey! Those are mine!” Lucy protested, watching the girl stretch them out over her bulging diaper.
“Anybody who can fit into real baby diapers is much too little to wear panties,” Violet informed her, taking her hand and tugging her up off the table. Lucy hoped the diaper would fall off, or the sides would pop, but it stayed on perfectly, while Violet began to undress her, putting the clothes onto herself as she removed them from Lucy. They were a little tighter, a little shorter, yet that somehow just made them look better. In a matter of moments, their roles had reversed, with Violet dressed up like an adult – albeit, an adult with a diaper under her skirt – and Lucy in nothing but a diaper.
“You are so cute!” Violet squealed, giving Lucy a squeeze. “All right, now, why don’t you play a little before your nap?”
Lucy shook her head, trying to regain her composure. “No, I’m the one in charge, and…” She gulped as she saw Violet pick up her paddle, something her clients were only allowed to do if they’d been instructed to bring it to her so she could use it on them. “A-Are you asking for a spanking?” she asked, with as much composure as she could muster in her current condition.
In a flash, she was in the spanking chair, a place she was quite used to – however, this time, she was the one over someone else’s knee, a position made all the more humiliating by the sound of Violet’s diaper crinkling under her bare tummy as she squirmed and squealed, begging for mercy even before the first swat of the paddle. Violet only spanked her a few times, but that was enough to get a few tears out of her, and show her that she was in the girl’s control.
She was left, rubbing her bottom, to play with her stuffed animals on the floor. She pouted for a few moments, contemplating how she was going to get control back, and then she heard the sound of a camera shutter behind her. She turned bashfully to see that Violet had gone to retrieve her cell phone – which she always had to leave in the foyer when she visited since it was a reminder of what little adult life she had – and was snapping pictures.
“So cute!” Violet grinned. “Come on, smile! No, be a good girl so we can get this over with and get you into your crib, so I can get some photos of you in there, too, and you can take your nap. If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you your clothes back before Mommy comes to pick me up, though you’re going to be keeping that diaper on… If you’re really good, I won’t show Mommy these pictures. And, if you’re a very, very good girl, and promise me we can play dress-up like this whenever I come over from now on, I won’t send these to all the other little boys and girls you look after to show them you’re an even bigger baby than any of them.”
Lucy gulped, staring up at the other girl, squirming as she saw that she seemed serious. What choice did she have? She could either submit to this girl, or risk having all of her babies do this to her, or at least know that she’d let it happen, which would be damaging enough to her authority… She nodded meekly, smiling for another couple pictures before taking the girl’s outstretched hand, and starting to toddle over to her crib. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” she mumbled, praying she could somehow contain her already quite full bladder until naptime was over, or this was going to get even more humiliating.
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